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.

Reflections.
The lights that haunt me And are soon to be followed by silence Are chained inside three mirrors That shine like a bright white star
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (7)
The air down here is damp and heavy, the smell of mildew overpowering. Her flashlight beam dances across the walls, illuminating shelves lined with jars of God-knows-what. There’s an old boiler in the corner, and next to it, something that makes her freeze.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (4)
Ellie’s flashlight sweeps over the kitchen. The fridge hums faintly, an out-of-place sound in the otherwise oppressive silence. The sink is dry, but there’s a single glass sitting on the counter, its rim fogged over as if it had been used recently. She frowns. No one should have been here.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (5)
But her grandmother is long gone, and Ellie has a key now.The door swings open with an almost mechanical creak. The room is exactly as she remembers: the heavy four-poster bed draped in a quilt that looks handmade, the vanity with its tarnished mirror, the wardrobe that’s just slightly ajar.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (3)
The house hasn’t been touched in years, but it feels… lived in. The furniture is still arranged as she remembers it. The floral-patterned couch in the living room is covered in a thin layer of dust, but it’s still there.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (2)
Her mother’s words echo in her mind: Never go back there. That house is dead. But here she is.The lock resists her at first, as though the house itself is reluctant to let her in. When the door finally swings open, the cold hits her like a slap.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (9)
Its arms hang limply at its sides, but its head tilts toward her, as if studying her. Ellie freezes, unable to move or even scream. The air around her feels like ice, each breath a struggle. The figure takes a step forward, and the shadows seem to ripple and twist around it.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (10)
She slams it shut and locks it, her hands trembling so badly she can barely manage the key. The house is silent again. The air is still freezing, but the whispers are gone.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (1)
The house is freezing. Not just cold, but the kind of cold that seeps into the walls, the floors, the bones of anyone foolish enough to step inside. You wouldn’t know it from the outside—it looks normal enough.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (6)
Her grandmother’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and Ellie’s own face looks strange, almost like it’s been blurred. Then the sound starts. At first, she thinks it’s the wind. A low, mournful howl that rises and falls. But it’s not coming from outside.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the house is freezing (8)
In the background, the basement is unmistakable. The chair, the shelves, the boiler. It’s all there. The sound changes. It’s no longer a wail but a whisper, a chorus of voices speaking in hushed tones. Ellie’s head snaps up, her flashlight sweeping the room.
By jarvis kennedy2 years ago in Poets
the mouse squeaks (5)
Then, in a voice that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, it speaks. “You hear it, don’t you?” The mouse cannot answer, not in words, but it tilts its head in mimicry of the figure’s gesture. The voice continues, low and resonant.
By zay lillium2 years ago in Poets