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.

the snow melts (1)
The snow melts.It doesn’t happen all at once, though. It’s gradual, reluctant, almost tender. The icicles that had clung to the edges of the cabin roof for weeks now shrink, dripping rhythmically onto the wooden deck below.
By eric jameson lutz2 years ago in Poets
hexagon flies
Hexagon flies flitting, cool, damp night, simply sitting. Head spinning from week’s drama, while I worry about my next comma.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Cold World, No Manual
Cold World, No Manual I’m just a Black girl in a cold, cold world, At eighteen, they tell me, “You’re grown now, girl.” “The world is yours,” they say with pride,
By Kiana Joy2 years ago in Poets
💰The Value of Life💰
🎲 I used to say I wasn’t much of a gambler. Call me cheap, but I cherish the value of a dollar, Hating to see money slip away, wasted…
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
To Follow a Butterfly
My sorrowful head droops And I soak in manmade tan Adjacent to manmade minerals. ——— His mind is clouded With dark visions
By Sir Contra2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows We Keep. Content Warning.
Evening descends as the sun takes its final form. A primal nature follows behind the moonlight. Little gods that whisper behind locked doors now slither beneath sheets. Ambitious spirits masquerading as harbingers of peace to ease the day's tension.
By H. J. Levon2 years ago in Poets
one-fifty. Content Warning.
outside stilled chilly morning son no whiter than the daisy asleep for the plotting course beyond comparisons made for it until it breaks
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
AN EYE
An eye of me Filled with water of distress Filled with the darkness of light There stands an eye An eye that tries to find the sky
By Maryam Khan2 years ago in Poets
Every Day, Once a Day - Tribute to David Lynch (January 20, 1946 – January 15, 2025). Top Story - January 2025.
just sat down just read the news of the passing of David Lynch From Twin Peaks to Mulholland Drive Wild at Heart to Lost Highway
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Plea
"I've never personally criticized anyone else's music, but I know that the public's real problem is not the music I make but the perception that I play simple music for money only and for the notoriety and to increase my popularity." - Kenny G
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Floodraisers
dragged from grey waters dragged from war's hungry mouth there's a door on top of a birch tree point me to the chequered carpets
By Filip Čaja2 years ago in Poets
Monochrome chameleons
the leather train the house without doors both inside of the brain one is and one roars there's a whale breathing slowly
By Filip Čaja2 years ago in Poets