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.

A love burned into the wilderness
In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees have whispered secrets to the wind, Two souls meet as if drawn from the roots of the earth itself.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Sorrow
In the silence of an abandoned chamber, where shadows cling to the walls like whispers, I wander through the remnants of what once was,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
Where fairytales go to die
In the dim glow of youthful dreams, where fairytales spun their silken threads, I reached out with hands stretched wide, cradling an illusion of eternal love.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
GRIEVING ME
Any feeling at all is something worth having. I hope if you remember anything it’s that I tried every day to feel something more. That I begged God to show me how. I stood in our sunroom surrounded by everything I loved and I cried to no one. It never lasted more than a second. I hope you remember the way I said I love you. The way I squeezed you but could never say what it meant. I hope you know what it meant. You can let the anger wash your wrists and I won’t be there to stare deadly at them. To smile with only my lips. I tried to show it in my eyes. I care for you. I watched your chest breathe like an infant. I want you to be cared for. You can give away my things. You can sell them or burn them if it makes you feel better. I want you to do something with the feelings I could never feel myself. Any feeling at all is something worth having. So when you feel relieved I hope you know I am too.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Screams From Down Under. Content Warning.
A bleaque scene In a dark room After midnight My pillow over my face I suffocate in the sounds Of screams from down under
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Burn
I'll burn like the sun, just before it goes out. Radiate light, and then go down. But in that fleeting blaze, I’ll carve my name on the night sky,
By Shimnom2 years ago in Poets
Working on Getting Older
I clock in every day, without fail To work on getting older Pluck out my hair Paint the leftovers white Drain the oil from my joints
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Madonna
I cradle him to my chest My baby His body Stare straight through the angel Who told me this would be a blessing Between my legs, there is now a wound
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
It Was All A Dream
So I dreamt I was soaring. Above the clouds that looked like candy floss made of sugar. As I floated amidst the sea of white,
By Nafisa Ashraf2 years ago in Poets
Walking in Tandem
I walk the walk with death Who sees me but not, me, him Who counts my every breath And bides my meted int'rim . I talk the talk with life
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
surviving the reality
Precious mess If you think you are a mess Then yes you are my friend, You are a mess of many organs With eyes so beautiful
By Aamina tariq2 years ago in Poets