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.

Still, I Stay
Introduction We talk a lot about unconditional love, but what does it really mean to stay? Not just in the good moments—when someone is glowing with laughter, kind with their words, or open with their heart—but also when they’re shutting down, pushing away, or emotionally withdrawing.
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Poets
In Quiet Corners
Introduction Love is often portrayed as loud, dramatic, and full of passion. But what about the kind that whispers instead of roars? What about the love that stays, even in silence, even when it’s not easy?
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Poets
Rhapsody of a Writer
Every time I pick up my quill, A blank canvas allures me to test my skill. From sheer white silence to colours vivid, The canvas testifies — I’m far from timid.
By Qudseeabout a year ago in Poets
She Walks In. Content Warning.
the older folk, they say it sank. they say it burned. they say it bled through all nine mouths. but the house wouldn’t die.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
driftwood
I am driftwood drinking the Pacific from the back of my mother trying to smother the hunger to be more than an other ⠀ I am rain dance
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
The Taxi Driver Who Navigates Dreams. AI-Generated.
His cab’s meter runs on moonbeams, fueled by the sighs of sleepers tossing under thin sheets. You hail him without meaning to—
By PrimeHorizonabout a year ago in Poets
How It Begins (Again). AI-Generated.
This time, it’s not a spark— but sunlight, slow and sure, filling the room before you even notice. No grand declarations,
By PrimeHorizonabout a year ago in Poets
We Loved Each Other in the Wrong Timeline. AI-Generated.
In another life, you came to me barefoot, early autumn in your eyes, and no urgency in your voice. You were not already promised to someone else.
By PrimeHorizonabout a year ago in Poets
I See It All
The things I want, I see with ease... They bloom like visions on a breeze. I see enough and more to share, abundance dances through the air.
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
The Ruthless Seraph of Shadows
From whence emerged this ruthless seraph, With silent steps and poisoned laugh? Where once bloomed joy’s gentle hue, Now shadows reign where light once grew.
By Rakayat Islam Muntasirabout a year ago in Poets
Anti-Septic. Top Story - April 2025.
so often when I feel like the dog I am I let my hair grow avoid the shower my convalescence is more like my reluctance
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Fear
Fear, why do you hold me so dear? Why can’t you just let me go? You drink my tears like wine that was squeezed from my heart’s vines,
By Ileana Collazoabout a year ago in Poets