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.

Infinite Possibilities
She strummed the edges of bound golden leaves. They whispered promised secrets, shuffling beneath her thumbs; blank pages,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I Hope You Die Before Me. Runner-Up in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
because I am a coward because I don't want to watch your body shrivel into meat that used to be you because I would throw out
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Poets
A Hypocrite Yells At Clouds
It is the most unabashedly selfish act to wait until judgement day In a vain attempt to shield the perceived unpleasantness of things you wish not say
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
The Human Influence
Extinguished like a cigarette Pressing firmly, until the smolder She sighed, "it's that easy to leave regret, a wounded carcas, on the shoulder"
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A Lament for Bleeding Hearts. Content Warning.
The wounds we make cut ever deep Though they never break the skin No blemish, bruise, or welt can creep O'er the shadow we let in
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
Innocent Secrets
I’m only just now learning, there are holes I’ll never fill that my practice at discerning, lacks a specific kind of skill.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
We Sold Our Souls For Rock'n'Roll. Content Warning.
Introduction I haven't written a plagiaristic poem for a while, and, to my knowledge neither has anyone else, ever, but that is fine. The concept is documented by the link at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
REVERIE
I sit alone and fancy creating a beloved for myself; Sometimes I paint her eyes black, sometimes I kiss her lips. I sit here planting beads of light in the string of sorrow;
By Rehanabout a year ago in Poets