surreal poetry

Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.

Black Hole Heart
I am night You, you are the sun I am not even the moon More of a voracious black hole A collapsing reminder Of a universe in decay
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Gardeners of Conscience
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Pillars of Salt
I sprinkled cinnamon outside my door, whispered to the frames, "only let in warmth, keep their laughter outside in the cold, where all things mournful
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Siren
She exudes a gentle warmth, veiled in the delicate scents of jasmine, mint, and lavender. A supple, rich, earthen glow of brown infused with the soft fire of orange adorns her body like silk.
By Anne R.about a year ago in Poets
Becoming a Hardcore Capitalist
Throughout your life, you have introduced new ideas to your family. They continually assaulted you. Your family only cared about themselves, and they took everything from you.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Thoughts
You know that feeling when you're underwater, When you've been dumped by a wave? But you're sinking, almost at the bottom.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
HA6-3SJ
I fell in love with the North Woods where snow and I dissolved seeping in between the cobblestones with belonging. They held my secrets
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets