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.

  • Luigino Q
    Published 16 days ago
    Titan

    Titan

    With the weight of the world on his shoulders, he waited until those he looked after were fast asleep, before gently buckling to his knees—crushing himself under their burdens. No chance in hell to get away, not even for a second. If he would rest, it would be under their globe of woes and their troubles and their grief and their demands...
  • Elaine Taylor
    Published 16 days ago
    I Burn

    I Burn

    I burn I burn I burn
  • Sole Reality
    Published 16 days ago
    Let the State Abide

    Let the State Abide

    In each moment there is a new beginning. In that space I must look clearly past where I am to the stated place of where it is I wish to be. I choose to see in full color all that the wish contains. At times there may be a frequency of going in and out. But in each moment I bring myself back to that place. As clearly as the caterpillar in a moment becomes the butterfly I remain transfixed in it. I know with a knowing that the transformation I am to become will take her place on center stage in the wonder of flight unfettered by the wind.
  • Conscience The Mysterious Poet
    Published 16 days ago
    🔴 The Power Of Red 🔴

    🔴 The Power Of Red 🔴

    Is it just a color?
  • Sky Boivin
    Published 17 days ago
    the broken mind

    the broken mind

    The Broken Mind
  • thesunisthegoal
    Published 17 days ago
    A Creator Breathes, or Shadows Die

    A Creator Breathes, or Shadows Die

    It had woken him and he had found it in the trunk of a tree, a section of which he had carried back to where he had slept.
  • R Y C E Product
    Published 17 days ago
    K i l l e r  FM

    K i l l e r FM

    Radio on - Slip inside my mind,
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 17 days ago
    Never Deny

    Never Deny

    "I could never deny you!
  • Äšh Łëïgh
    Published 17 days ago
    You Are Blind

    You Are Blind

    Even in the darkest of nights... your eyes can only see so far. You can see the hundreds.. thousands.. millions of twinkles from 4 million some years ago... that finally make it to you. Space is weird.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 17 days ago
    Hot Tea Is My Company
  • David Sague
    Published 18 days ago
    Dancing Spider

    Dancing Spider

    She spun her web carefully, both hunting trap and art display. Relief filled her as she released the final strand, imagining the meal to come, relishing her ability to survive.
  • Vanelly Odette
    Published 18 days ago
    Sprinkle

    Sprinkle

    *this is written in the format of spoken word no grammar pros context just thoughts words memories splashed onto this page so enjoy*