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.

Out Of Whack
our fear jumped like magic right up, out of the dark almost talismanic fireworks without spark and we cheered and applauded
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Stitching Rhyme to Verse
This piece began in 1968, when I was 18 and stitching rhyme to verse in a bright room, thinking I was the only lonely one. I stepped back into that voice today and let her speak again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The Big Red Machine
In '76 the Red Machine roared to life, Champions crowned in October's perfect light. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Bench behind the plate, a general for the fight, Perez’s swing, a thunderclap of might. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life. Morgan danced on bases, quicksilver and bright, MVP again, turning walks to flight. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Rose barreled headfirst, reckless with delight, Foster’s bat launched moons into the night. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life. Sparky ran the clubhouse, calm and tight, Gullett and Nolan threw fire, holding tight. Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife. Swept the Phillies, then the Yankees in their plight, Four straight in the Fall, not a game lost in sight. In '76 the Red Machine roared to life— Riverfront bled red, steel sharpened into knife.
By Clyde E. Dawkins5 months ago in Poets
Family Life
The mother knits The son makes war She finds this completely natural the mother And the father what does he do the father?
By Vincent Hale5 months ago in Poets
Mummy in deep thoughts 💜. Content Warning.
As we lay down the blanket for us to feast on together. Time together. Our time. Mine and his. Mummy bear and baby bear time.
By Cryptic Edwards5 months ago in Poets
Third of the Sixth
These four walls feel suffocating But the outside is deafening Maybe that's the wrong way One the other, the other the one
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Wanna Love You
Wanna Love You I hear you whining, crying, and groping on that hope you hoping I look at you like you already know I wanna love you.
By Vincent Hale5 months ago in Poets
Bowel Movement. Runner-Up in After It’s Gone Challenge.
Oh, yesterday's child, I mourn your loss of personal worth. Nature's little girl go-getter Writer, singer, dancer, actor Performer under the big ol' apple tree
By Marilyn Glover5 months ago in Poets
The Promise I Left
[Verse] I held your hand in a paper dream The edges tore The ink ran clean We built a house on shifting sand But I was only borrowing the land
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 months ago in Poets
Where Was It?. Honorable Mention in Don’t Turn Around Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
I sat by the pond to read — or was it the lake? Some whisper of water that the crowds flock to, reliable as birds. I found a free bench, shooed the pigeons from my feet,
By Kera Hollow5 months ago in Poets
Blue Moonbeams Gathering
I create short mythic art films motion driven pieces where imagery, music, and story gather into small cinematic moments of meaning.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Hit Delete
Sometimes, a great idea hits hard and fast. You type it on the computer in record time and soon discover that great idea
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets