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.

Love is probably the best thing...
Love is probably the best thing apart from chips or fries it depends on where you are in the world no, not whether chips or fries is better than love
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Love In Fifty
All gas No brakes Big brass Mistakes Risk what It takes So hot Can’t wait Don’t think Just jump Doubt stinks Step up
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I Met My Younger Self for Coffee
Recently, a wholesome micro-trend has been going around TikTok: "I met my younger self for coffee this morning," where creators, and writers especially, reflect on who they once were, compared to how they view themselves now.
By KB2 years ago in Poets
Grit
out of everything else i could be I chose this. of all the promises and hopes and dreams i could select I refuse to choose just yet.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house 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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh, To Be Wooed By Will
daydreamt into a fantasy awoke in 1593 Will Shakespeare quoting poetry to fair-haired maidens, just like me "shall I compare thee
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
You Do Me Wrong
You are so soft and so warm My safe place, my comfort space You never let me go, even when I need you to Everyday I tried to get away, but your warmth pulled me back in
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Notepad. Top Story - February 2025.
Looking back, you were an outlet for things I couldn't say Even on a lost track, you kept collecting all the pain that wouldn't fade
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
Excerpts of an Unfinished Poem
Does it set a flame in you, too? When a cold, rusty ray slips through the bus window and catches as a pure gold fire in the wispy cirrus crown
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Father's Journal
In assessing my own ambitions and goals for the journey ahead, sometimes I wonder about my father in the back of my mind, how’s he doing??
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets
Light Fantastic
There is a lasting echo A resounding shatter rings As firmaments long trusted Splinter and sway in the wind Ghostly prints burn acid
By Andrea Rivero2 years ago in Poets
Ask The Devil, He Knows
I was found about where I was left Without color, soulless, Bereft Knowing a precious part must die So the best parts of me could survive
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets