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.

Ode to the Storm. Content Warning.
A bleeding pen, a rusted over knife – instruments of an architect of life, for mine was never one gifted or grown, but forged in fire, built from blood and bone.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
How Much Longer, Lord?
I trust you but how much longer Lord? One of these days, I just picture myself waltzing into the Promised Land with a plump purple grape between my teeth.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Orange of My Wildness
I was born with unopened eyes, skin striped black with shadows of my ancestry, a roar that resonates in my bones calls me to the water,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Baa Baa Black Witch
Baa baa black witch Did you find a place to hide? I spoke to the priest; he wants you dead. For crimes against mankind. Baa baa black witch
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Kept Flower
By JAWAD ALI Dusty rose when we were kids, I chose her — before I even knew what choosing meant, or what love could do I just knew her name
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
The Weather Inside
Stop checking their barometers those mercury measures of who counts, who climbs, who crosses finish lines you never agreed to run toward.
By Edison Adeabout a year ago in Poets
The Chromatic Uprising
A dear friend once told me that my true colors chew through canvases and lick the sky. I bled blue once, not metaphorically, but literally,
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Ego of Deeming
I've been meaning to express— admiration doesn't quite cut it I've been deeming it necessary— adoration seems extreme a bit
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
A Path Forged in Soot and Snow
"I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice." -- Dante Alighieri Hark! Who hath trodden this chasm-splintered path? Who, through sulphur and razor barbs of obsidian, doth track? Who would brave death and destroy all ahead of my unbound soul?
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
It’s a New Day
It touched the water Daring a new day to begin Diamonds formed from drops of dew Jewels from the morning sun Awakening the new day
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Love Notes I Never Sent
Love Notes I Never Sent A Collection of Unsent Letters, Torn Pages, and Whispered Goodbyes 1. Dear You, I saw your smile today—
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
He Taught Me How to Disappear Softly
He Taught Me How to Disappear Softly A Poetic Memoir It didn’t happen all at once. Disappearances rarely do. They begin with a silence that doesn’t quite fit the room,
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets