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.

And Yet, the Crown Fell!
She thought love bowed to l o g i c, to c o n t r o l, to H E R. She thought if she was ENOUGH pretty enough, clever enough,
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Thanks Anyway Dad
my pops used to say, "hey,boo, just be you" and you will succeed in all that you do now I believe that he pulled my leg a people pleaser is all that made
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Compass of Thorns
Pain used to make me flinch, shrink into the deepest corners of myself where light couldn’t reach. But I’ve learned to follow it like a compass
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Colors Of The Past
Remembering backyard adventures As kids laughing on the lawn Sailing through the years together Until every moments dead and gone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Walk Where I Heard Everything
I didn’t need to be seen today. Didn’t need a like, a text, a man, a mirror. I just walked. And for the first time, the world felt loud
By The Soft Witnessabout a year ago in Poets
we differ
we differ. we are different. i see myself as other to you, and you are not the same as me. we differ, and we must live with this.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Memorial Day 2025. Content Warning.
After sleeping in today, I decided to create this commentary into a video story song. This is my commentary regarding the occupation of the Whitehouse by demented evil clowns who create destruction, death, and genocide.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Butterfly Kisses
Butterfly kisses in My kaleidoscope dreams Lashes of twisty licorice Irises pooling opposite In decadent neon Blueberry and chocolate donut rings
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Whimsy
W onder winkling in wine-washed windows while witches H ang on harbingers of healing hurricane heartshine I llusions invoked intervene, interrogating icy imp imposters
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Imagination
I long to bask in the afterglow of fingers tracing heat signatures down my spine wild, raw, aflame; burning in the version of me
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Maze
Madness begins where logic ends Absurd and unpredictable, the world is all nonsense Zebras talk, time stops, tea never cools
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
The Journey to Be
Travel far, let your feet take flight, Beyond the horizon, into the night. The world unfolds in colors untold, Each step a treasure, each story gold.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets