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 Empty Side of the Bed
The sheets are cold where you once lay, I reach, but you’ve drifted far away. Your pillow sits untouched, still round, A hollow echo of love unbound.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Poets
"Sic est vita" - Thus is Life
Some things in life you can’t control, Even if you would like. Other things that happen conjure feelings of dislike, Some things you fight with heart and soul,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
mother animal.. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge. Top Story - May 2025.
i know mother animal. she been walking under pines since Creation. maybe you seen her painted in ochre? maybe you seen her in Rome.
By Jennifer A. G.about a year ago in Poets
Dream
Dream like there’s no tomorrow Dream your own version of a dream. Dreams are like thoughts that float A moment before they land in Wonderland.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Tat's R Us'
A tattoo is a memory in ink, Different people's perspectives of a life, Placed in willing randomness, With what the time desired,
By Tambourine Manabout a year ago in Poets
Decorum . First Place in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
I was born with a throat for fire, not silence. They told me to shrink, to wear softer colors, to love in secret and call it survival.
By Christopher Stinerabout a year ago in Poets
Lavender and Roses
No matter how expensive Succulent Opulent And fragrant They may be You'll never smell the flowers on your grave ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Let Your Body Speak
As I stand—accused and adored, derided and divine— I command the stage I built for my own becoming, and direct the best I have to give—
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Dream
Snow falls, weaving lace from a forlorn sky that caresses the tender edges of sand dunes. Indigo waves buoy lamented lullabies,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Torn From The Pages Of A Fairytale
it's like ice the contents of my heart shaded in black, but filled in with red I'm contrite as I begin to embark categorizing all the thoughts in my head
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Life Is But A Dream
In dreams the rules don’t apply Grappling - reality and myth Grant me the wings I need to fly And witty words of a wordsmith
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Amidst the Silent Fractures
Amidst the Silent Fractures By A Dena Mulyana I wove sorrow into a shroud, soft as twilight, yet heavy with unsaid goodbyes. I walked the corridors of memory where echoes wear your voice— gentle, but sharp enough to draw blood from a heart that refused to forget. Is longing always this cruel? Like a candle burning in a storm, it flickers with hope, only to be smothered by the winds of truth. Each silence between us wrote verses on the walls of my chest. Each breath, a line carved in aching. If you find this poem one day, know this— I never stopped waiting, not like a fool, but like the sky: vast, unmoving, forever open.
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets