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.

Howling Wolves Incoming. Content Warning.
Somewhere in a distant dream, a heart still beats, stuck in a frozen body, stiff and weakened from sleep. Falling into the depths that nullify any movement.
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
Analytical—Anagrammatical
Easting Teasing pause—...— reflect Sergeant negaters pause—...— inflect Eatings Ingesta cause.../ infect estrange grantees
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
where my feet touched
gossamer, I let this body be home to everyone but me sandalwood incense and petrichor knocking on doors and drifting around the halls, my tongue tangled cherry stem sweet
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Sense Death
You are a shell, sharpened glass amassed, softened through time The glim gone dim in your eyes, a beacon for lost souls. Sole nostril twitches, flares, the pair match in tandem, the familiar scent.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
But A Renter
I spy with my little I, my ego I hear its voice — a choice — plucked from the pleura. I choke on the choke, its spines reserved for the refined palate…I never had a taste for the heart.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Purging the Fire
Steam rises, blurring the mirror's gaze, Scalding water hisses, drowning the ache, Skin stings, yet I stand, unflinching, firm,
By Cindy🎀2 years ago in Poets
if it cannot be said. Runner-up in Sensational II Challenge.
perhaps love was in the subtleties, the instinctive phone calls you used to make leaving work, the unison of your voice and the clip-clop of your dainty black heels on pavement making me wish I could take you dancing
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Chapstick
I studied a picture of us, the last one we ever took and I tasted blood, the crimson memories of your teeth sinking into my shoulders
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Growing up
It started the day he walked away, I knew I had to fill the space, But every time I tried, I’d fail, Now I understand the weight of the trail.
By Chisom2 years ago in Poets
Water Tunnel
I gaze down a tunnel of crystalline water droplets As the echo of Conch shells sing to me My five fingers drag along the velvet blanket of a windswept water wall
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Headstone. Top Story - October 2024.
Slanted sunlight impales red-brown maple leaves as those dead summers crunch under my careful steps. Your icy breath nibbles my bare skin
By Carla Paton2 years ago in Poets
Loves Gentle Mercies
she melts into my embrace, as i draw her in, her touch is softer than velvetsweeter than sugar, the taste of her lips, cherished moments i cannot resisti crave her scent like the birds and the bees, her nectar sustains my existencewith the songs that she sings, she can effortlessly, disarm me of any resistanceit's easy to see her power over me, though she wields her strength with sweet mercy. like the sun and the moon, we orbit in tune, moving worlds standing still in one place
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets