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.

Oh, The Places
Explanation Cannot Live up to Imagination Preconceived notions Skimp Evidence
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
You-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Sacred Slides
Sliding to the left, and then sliding to the right, the Bishop knows all, he muses with all his might, wishing for heaven,
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Shadow Sentinel
I am one with this painter’s hand, Sheltering me within this gray glove, out of sight. I am Leonor’s shadow sentinel, we will not be banned.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
A Total Eclipse of the Shopping Cart
Eggs? No, no, no, not the right shape. Clementines? Closer, but the colour is way off. Large tortillas? Better, but think much bigger than that.
By em3 years ago in Poets
H-U-M-A-N
Happy, hearts full of wonder, Understanding the world around. Making a mark, building with dreams. Always reaching, climbing high.
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
Soul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
"The Fate of Shadows"
Eagerly, the world awaits the lunar embrace, Casting shadows as the sun and moon interlace. Light fades as darkness reigns in the sky,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
The Ground She Walks On. Content Warning.
I worship you, he said. He said, I’ll lock this door And draw those curtains closed And cut that phone line To keep you safe from the world.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Poets
I AM GUILTY
I am guilty, not of a murder, robbery or at least not in a physical manner to another, I am guilty of having dreams that have faded away and impossible to retrieve, harming the person I maybe should have been,
By Robert Rawson 3 years ago in Poets
The Realm Protector
The Queen standing firm, giving in all that she can, adored by the flock, she has no reason to mock, going where she wants,
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Time's Amulate
Time’s Amulet There was a time I remember all too well, When words meant something and honesty prevailed. When a simple smile spoke volumes in silence,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets