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.

A letter to the Cruel Ones
Dear cruel ones, I hope the mirrors remember you more gently than people do. I hope, one evening, when you wash your hands, the water asks what you were trying to remove.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
The Shape You Left Behind
I still keep your name in the drawer beside my bed, where I keep things I am afraid to throw away. Some nights, I open it just to hear the silence move.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Where Cruelty Should Never Be
I saw cruelty in a place that smelled like bread. It was sitting quietly at the kitchen table, between a cup of tea and someone's unfinished sentence.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Signals Crossed. Top Story - September 2026.
Re-entering my life, bringing chaos to the calm You upset everything before you became a balm A bittersweet reminder of young love abruptly destroyed
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Cannibalistic. Content Warning.
Scritch Scritch Scritch Whoosh Crk crk crk Reality Has ignited A fire Inside of me Starting from my mind Spreading down to my body
By CotardDelusionz2 months ago in Poets
Parrot-fashion
She wanted to be a writer Imitating me instead of supporting me Throughout her entire life She never uttered a single original word
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
Blue Ego
He traded the truth for his own ego, Forgetting the fundamental values That had shaped his conduct. He planned a future for the two of us,
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
Undiscovered Souls
Choking on the cool air Letting oneself be swept up by life’s momentum Towards a different reality, perhaps Better, richer, more promising and creative
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
The Place Where Reality Hides
I woke with a thought stuck between my teeth. It tasted like metal and someone else's childhood. Outside, the morning was being assembled badly.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Life's Shenanigans
Life’s Shenanigans Life woke up late today, wearing yesterday’s shoes and carrying tomorrow in a bag. My plans ran away.
By Nelo2 months ago in Poets
Come On In
Locked 'twixt September's long hallway And the cold floors of Winter's full chill, October calls from the end of the passage, “Come in and drink your fill! Crisp, cool air, fresh and bracing, Sunsets to make your soul soar, It's all in here, and it's yours for the taking! Reach out, and open the door!”
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Poets
Chalk
You carry lilac and salt water Bending seasons to your will You lift feathers and wings But sometimes you are still You prefer to be invisible
By Elis Wing 2 months ago in Poets