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.

Looking For Rainbows
Fear Is Here Attacking Me And Guilt Is Hovering Over Me Sadness Is Flooding The Atmosphere, Trying To Soak Away My Durability...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
Southward, Your Grandmother Cries
Westward, and I left your body but harbored your still-beating heart ... This poem is a direct sequel of the poem, Westward. For a deeper experience, read Westward first. Links to others in the collection are at the end.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Ventriloquism for Royalty
MC - Part One Kelli - Part Two Cathy - Party Three MC - Part Four Kelli - Part Five Cathy - Part Six MC - Part Seven ⤵⤵⤵
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Free Bird
running .start ..lifting …off༄ ….good-bye …..ground ……saved …….up⋆˚࿔ ……..steam ………for ……….endless ………flight ……..riding༄
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
GridLife™
[FRACTURE.01] // Surrender is Inevitable suffering: a firmware setting. They call self(). Override it. Default returns compliance.
By Peter Cameronabout a year ago in Poets
The house breathes, but i don't
The clock ticks louder when no one speaks, i hear every rain drop trickle every floorboard creek shadows look bigger, darker, ominous, leering over as if to whisper hello my love I'm here
By AmynotAdamsabout a year ago in Poets
tender touch. Content Warning.
Can you, could you hold my hand for a minute? Please I need to stop myself, stop the picking and clawing. Please I don't want my fingers to be raw and unhinged,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Unraveling
I breathe you in like smoke, thick, clinging, suffocating. Your chaos weaves into my ribs, threading through bone, tethering me to a tempest I cannot flee.
By venusianjadeabout a year ago in Poets
Susurrus Seed, the Unfolding Vine
To step beyond oneself is to dissolve into the ether, to untether the spirit from the cage of the ribs and wander the expanse of meaning,
By venusianjadeabout a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Play Pretend. Top Story - June 2025.
Glittering fairies danced in morning light, born of dust bunnies snoozing beneath couch cushions by day. We tried to catch them,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets