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.

Away It Goes
I am a vampire. Here, to take your pain away... Away, the pain goes!
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Butchered Tapestries
We've come so far, stopped looking back Sometimes I wonder where we're at Promises in song, a life lived long ago What meaning they hold
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Vision for Our World
In a world embellished with tones so various, My expectation spreads out like a banner, a universe. Through the crystal of dreams, where hearts adjust,
By Sathishkumar S3 years ago in Poets
Dipped Thoughts
Absence thumped Beating against ribs- Cacophony in head Dipped thoughts in Ever longing- Fingers searched blindly Grabbed loose threads-
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
THE WAIT, THE RETURN.
The elderly woman was sitting on a worn-out rock, her skin scarred with the passage of time like parchment roasted in the sun. The youngsters of the fishing town whispered to her that she carried pearls of knowledge, stories weaved from the secrets of the sea and the moonlight. Her name was Matilda. I, Aliko, went in search of a pearl for my own broken heart today.
By CONSTANT AKPAH3 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
Unbreakable they call her - yeah, there's nothing she can't do But I've seen her break 100 times and never say a word Unbreakable, they call her - yeah, tackles what she's goin' through
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Deep Love
In the realm where hearts entwine, A tapestry of love divine. Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen, A tale unfolds of love unseen.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Poets
teeth. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
Can you feel it? Like thousands of ants running down your skin Like hot oil pushing through your veins Like swallowing concrete
By Trinity H3 years ago in Poets
Hindsight. Content Warning.
A few years ago, I did something that had you asked when I was young if I was capable of doing that, I would have argued that no, I was not
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
My Endless Pursuit
I don't want to be a bore But sometimes I think Time might like me more If I did nothing And aspired to even less. Because my demands for it are so high:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Poets
A Celestial Lantern
A phoenix born of radiant flames, Emerges as the darkness wanes. A creature born from ash and fire, Defies darkness and soars higher.
By Varsha Elizabeth3 years ago in Poets
Bored Bette
Sitting for hours To have her picture done Daring not to move Not even to blink For fear that the painter Will get everything all wrong
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets