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.

Dreams For Sale
the sounds and the senses that master the heart intertwined with sweet dreams we'd never sell wrapped up in the promises made at the start
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
If I Close My Eyes, Then You Can't See Me
the old floorboards creak and the walls seem to whisper all my senses are piqued sensing some unseen visitor raising my fears
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Breathe
Take a breath Slowly go to sleep All alone in the dark Fall to your knees and weep Woke up in a nightmare Tiny hands get used
By Raine Fielder6 months ago in Poets
Eris' Discord. Top Story - May 2026.
Feeling heavy in spirit With a broken heart Your poisoned dart Aimed, fired, and hit true Fire shooting in my veins There are stones on my chest
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
Going Under
I’ll Drown the Icy seas In fire and slag Evaporate the Sweltering land, vapor Clouds infuse the atmosphere Poisonous dread infects all near
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
I Know You’re There
yeah, I know you're there it seems you've always been like a softly whispered prayer or the devil’s wanting sin just beyond my grasp
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
An Unfinished Life
before he left, he handed me a pen and I asked him, what is this for he smiled as our eyes met then his gaze turned towards the door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
if not me
this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular. *******************************************
By ⸘jason alan‽6 months ago in Poets
Irrational Fears
I'll not give in to what I feel. There is no reason for alarm. What lies before me is what's real And what's behind may do no harm
By Dana Crandell6 months ago in Poets
Fear
I walked alone in darkness, Thoughts focused on alarm. Heart rate increased. Palms became clammy. Eyes remained alert. Breathing controlled with effort.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Poets
The Day I Disappeared
right before your eyes Just under your nose I began my demise And turned into a ghost Bit by bit I evolved Until nobody noticed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
The Plagiaristic Poet Goes Wilde
The Prompt Write an acrostic using the word DISTRACTION. Read all about it here This is an attempt to fuse the Vocal Acrostic Challenge with the Titles of Stories by Oscar Wilde. There are two that I had to shoehorn in but all these are creations of the great Irish writer.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets