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.

The Litanies of Satan
The following is a bit of an adaptation of "The Litanies of Satan," by Charles Baudelaire. Translation from the original French by ChatGPT. The rewrite is my own.
By Tom Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Weight Of Splendor
Beneath the sky of burning gold, Where dawn unwraps its hues untold, I walked alone through morning's fire, With heart both heavy and desire.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Sun Catcher. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
*CW: loss, grief --- The last time I saw you cry, it haunted me even more than your icy, ceiling-locked stare of morphine
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
When I can so clearly see myself
Through the silver's glass In that haunted frame So far below I seek my virtues in the places they can be found Yet the mirages they cast do not define me
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
The Summer Body
Even a melted heart is still sweet A warm soul can bring joy Tears only water and grow Heartbeat buzzing like the bees Low and high tides of the chest as breath moves in and out
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Lake Glaze. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
July's sun lingers in the cobalt sky, caught mid-sentence, slipping golden syllables onto the lake's reflective, glassy, skin,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Never Said at Her Funeral
I didn’t speak at her funeral. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Because my voice caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat and refused to come out. Because the things I had to say didn’t feel like they’d fit in a neat paragraph of remembrance. Because how do you summarize a person in a few minutes when they took up your whole heart for years?
By Jawad Khanabout a year ago in Poets
God, You Have the Right to Remain Silent
After I die If I meet a being That reveals to me all that is true Corrects all my misconceptions, everything I thought I knew
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
Casualty. Content Warning.
I wave in the breeze, hanging momentarily In that eternal second I scan the horizon, hugging the bay of my life Wondering how you could possibly
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Where the Light Finds Me
For what feels like an age and more since death came knocking at my door dark clouds encroached and enshrouded my heart and soul, hope was sullied
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
That Thief Desire. Top Story - July 2025.
I've stolen pieces of you to shove into myself. Crept through dark corridors, bumping along Until the scent of your memory burns my nostrils.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Ecstatic Flame
I am madness in rapture, borne on an airy steed, A glint from her beloved eyes that stirs the silent need. What am I made for? I know not—only feel the flow:
By Zeeshan Aliabout a year ago in Poets