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.

Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Olivine
Olivine In the emerald of the evening I was devised in the celestial ether, within a shooting star, viridescent blood, rich with tungsten
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Vanishing
To be as an unseen sentence in an unread novel, one must study the art of the unfound fossil. By burying yourself beneath sediment and grime,
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Asphalt Beach
Were you unsatisfied Only throwing me overboard? Must you have used the weapons That scarred your flesh? Did you taste my blood
By Peter Ellisabout a year ago in Poets
(in my head)
I want to... but stop I need to... but what's the point I think... but who cares anyway I jibber, jabber like some kind of
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I Can't Tell You I Love You
I think in quantums, bounds, and leaps Linking my past to a future I cannot reach I dissect your dialect, using intellect
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Prawn Cracker
shhh… hey you— - prawn cracker, yes, you— lookin’ all crisp like you mean to. - superpositions, fried. certainty, served hot.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
If I Told You the Truth About Me
If I Told You the Truth About Me By [waseem khan] If I told you the truth about me, you’d stop seeing the mask I wear as my real face.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Becoming The Tree
I. Seed I was a whisper in the wind’s palm, a husk of what if, clinging to the soil’s hem. The earth said, Dig deeper than your doubt,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Living the Dream. Content Warning.
I dreamed of waking Orphaned, a waif on the breeze Fled into the trees A poorly hidden changeling. Aware of the sylvan barrier obstructing my entrance to human society. With creeping darkness constantly encroaching, taunting from the edges of my distorted periphery. With no apparent recourse or escape, no map to my own fairy tale cottage babbling by the brook, I bided my time.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets