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.

Tea Party (Haiku)
It is my party Tea for two and two for tea Only you and me. Till next time, Calvin
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Be Careful What You Say
*** the silence bleeds heavy as it severs my tongue while my heart quietly hangs in the balance like a mother compelled to eating her young
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming
Life, a fleeting shortcut carved in the fabric of matter, a sly betrayal of stillness. It leaps, like electric arcs splitting the silence,
By venusianjadeabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Blade of Grass. Top Story - May 2025.
She is a blade of grass— soft enough to sway, sharp enough to survive. Not the lush kind grown in manicured rows, but the kind that splits concrete
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
On Grief's Shore.
Someone on here asked me if I’ve ever experienced something that made me truly understand how powerful grief can be, and I thought—what an amazing question. I have to write about it.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Tea Party
I set the table before dawn; the woodgrain clothed in white linen, adorned with embroidered daisies stitched in hope, fraying around the edges,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Mermaid in a Snowglobe
Set up on a glossy wooden shelf, a snow globe swirls with an ocean of life. Twirling and splashing through fountains of bubbles, a siren rises and floats on a waterspout. Preening on her aqueous throne, glowing droplets clash and forcibly reform into an opalescent rainbow cloud beneath her iridescent mother-of-pearl scale-encrusted tail.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Wonderland Challenge
* I wondered as I wandered.. where I'd find wonderland these days seems my wonder for wander has all run away The tea cups and wild rabbits have been corralled and caged
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Whimsical
A rabbit runs late. Does he go to Nowhere land? Teacups dance with no tea, They are full of riddle. 🐇☕️ The sky turns upside down,
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Whenever This Heart.
Whenever this heart beats for you, It sings in echoes duet and true. Across quiet nights and golden days, It finds you in a thousand ways.
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
masked
I knew a bard once, Who wore the antlers of a stag, fallen, Attached to a cracked porcelain mask tight around his face. He would breathe quietly, not like a wild beast
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
My Phone Is Annoying
Today my phone locked me out, My phone forgot my PIN, I know I put in the right numbers, But it was defiant in its slumber!
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets