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.

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Underneath the becoming of my dreams I see the face of the solemn man in the stars. I do not remember how I found myself floating in dark, fluorescent ink
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Things You Can't Say Out Loud
Are there words you can not say? It seems we say them anyway Cruel and crass, a venomous poison A toxic gas, followed with verbal spasm
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Fancy o Sick (or: A Brief History of My Innards)
dirt dirt stained grained she spins me round, ingrained and restrained like a rotisserie chicken derailed, resailed in a dirty, rat-infested
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Behind My Teeth
These days, of late, I talk to myself with thoughts, here, in my mind Contained in mental prison cells self imposed and self entwined
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Peace
In lucid memories I find still moments that sparkle with wonder and life as if they still breathe the same air my youthful innocence once did.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
mindless
pain is forever pain is now pain is fire pain is lifting pain is sitting pain is walking pain is unforgiving pain is sorrow
By JLMC3791about a year ago in Poets
Unsaid Observations
Late at night, when I can not rest and unfinished thoughts rise in my chest Quietly still, I try to lay till untold words are caught
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Words Say
I wonder what it's all about this game of life we play We spill so much out of our mouths with nothing valuable to say Small talk and innuendos
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Puddles Of Gold
June's strands of gold spills over, puddling at my feet Silently cold, exposure thoughts remaining, incomplete time expires, urging a word
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
My Day
In the end I start. In my start I intend to end. In my end my day turns to night. In my night my mind goes quiet until the start.
By JLMC3791about a year ago in Poets
Gum Wrappers and Lunch Bags
Inevitably, they ask me what I do for a living. I ponder the odd, in-between jobs, here and there, this and that barely
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Exposing Crystallum
June 23: Crystallography of Secrets- Create a scientific study of how secrets form different crystal structures based on their nature. Include classification system and growth conditions. Use geological terminology to describe emotional states. Consider how secrets change under pressure. End with breaking open a fully formed secret crystal. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets