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.

  • Janelle barker
    Published 14 days ago
    Holocaust

    Holocaust

    1941 Adolf Hitler became head of the Germans,
  • Raven Heidrich
    Published 14 days ago
    Red & Black

    Red & Black

    A passionate kiss upon red lips
  • Asya Fields
    Published 14 days ago
    The Verse

    The Verse

    Words can miss me- gone and hard to find. Lost among bags you never packed. They come like waves, showing my chest cavity no mercy. They amerce me. Each letter and syllable needed to produce my public speech sounds like a eulogy before my lips form. Emphasizing knowledge built upon connections, yet my tongue stops short.
  • Barovier Kevin Allybose
    Published 14 days ago
    A Million And Counting

    A Million And Counting

    There was a black dot on the wall
  • Goddess Cuervo
    Published 14 days ago
    A World Admired By Me

    A World Admired By Me

    Close your eyes and open your mind
  • Luz Ibarra
    Published 15 days ago
    Reckless

    Reckless

    there’s a joy in falling down , getting your knees scraped and running towards your mom so she can kiss the boo boo goodbye, at that age goodbyes weren’t painful , they actually brought joy in knowing that goodbye meant I’ll see you in the morning at school , at church , or at your aunts house, goodbyes never meant forever , yet forever became more distant as you grew up and all the goodbyes that you said become infinite , you said goodbye to your best friend whom you thought would be your best friend forever , goodbye to the teacher that motivated you and whom you had a slight crush on, an internal and heartening goodbye to the boy you thought you loved but never even knew you existed , these goodbyes hurt even more so then the scrape on your knee, in your deepest thoughts you wished that scrape would replace the pain of losing a friend or a lover , you become reckless as an adult and begin to keep as many people in your fish bowl as possible, you’re a collecter of feelings and dispose of those who don’t stimulate your hypothalamus , your bowl is full sometimes of the wrong type yet you continue to House them, keeping them safe and at arms reach, yet your reckless behavior was never mature enough to keep them long enough, keeping them was a torture for them and you, you couldn’t see past your fear of goodbyes , that fear seeped out of your interior membrane into a concrete idea that goodbyes were painful and you never wanted to experience that stabbing pain in your chest , you allowed people to walk in but if they walked out your world crumbled , the reckless woman who you tried to bury , resurfaced, resurrected , and resubmerged to act selfishly once more , the selfish drinking and the obsessive promiscuity burned the bridge to healthy relationships, reckless is your middle name and no matter how much you try to see white , the red splatters and blue hues of your rebellion seep deep into your being and you’re left no longer a white canvas but instead splatters of reds and blues covering your once purity and your now recklessness
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 15 days ago
    Slanted

    Slanted

    They were biased beyond belief,
  • Barovier Kevin Allybose
    Published 15 days ago
    Insanity

    Insanity

    What is real?
  • Fernanda Satumbaga Balan
    Published 15 days ago
    New Age Begins

    New Age Begins

    Oppression is control. Control is fear. These are the old. The cultures of the world is Aching for change. They want to embrace the unity, equality, prosperity, freedom, peace, happiness of being alive. The oppressor, is a lone entity. Lonely, afraid, and weak. He is driven by his fear. To oppress is to feel superior. Only in reality he is disable. Awaken the soul so that the spirit can be bright. To show the real ability that’s hidden inside. For when it is brought out and the fear is gone. The understanding of the reality is open at hand. To show compassion, humility, emphaty, kindness and love. Taken in by your oppressed people, who in return brings forth forgiveness and healing begins. The soul of the oppressor will be light. And like rain bring flowers to the land and beyond....... by: Fernanda Satumbaga Balan 05/21/2020
  • carlos rossi
    Published 15 days ago
    Standing in the sunshine

    Standing in the sunshine

    Standing in the sunshine
  • Jon Swift
    Published 15 days ago
    Questions

    Questions

    A person sat alone, on a bench, under a blue kissed sky with the sun beaming on a warm afternoon, sees a small bird land on tree branch.
  • Catarina Da Costa Rodrigues
    Published 16 days ago
    Running

    Running

    If i keep running towards towards towards