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.

Why the Thought of a New Route Made My Body Shut Down
Before an argent sink I doubled over, A friend's voice turned to whisper, I go in and tones move far, my face emotes like stone.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Poets
Constellation
I am in the middle of turning my flesh Into bone. In the middle of pulling out The last strands of color From the black and white shift
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
What Remains After It's Gone. Top Story - April 2026.
years turned to seconds as they dwindled away my memory threatens the things that you used to say each time that you held me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Skeletons Of Youth
we picked the scab that hid the pain we bore the drab when it would rain we masked the hurt behind our eyes shielded our hearts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Two Hearts
My mind raced away as I tried to control my anxious heart... My lips diverged from yours with leftover love... My eyes were only locked onto you... I smelled like spring mixed with autumn. Everything was changing, and I didn't want to waste my heart, so I asked for another kiss... A slight relief but a heartbreaking memory. Two Hearts But Together We Beat As One...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)7 months ago in Poets
Unanswered
I walk all alone on the darkest of nights; I look for the answers, I search for the light. I search on for hours, the question so clear,
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
Sweet Thoughts On A Summer Breeze
empty, your chair sits in silence the scent of you near faded away you've lended your wisdom and guidance the dues you accrued have been paid
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Paper Tears
The hurt in his eyes isn’t easy to read: Walks on, stands tall, head held high, no reaction, no defense, just a solemn face.
By Edward Val7 months ago in Poets
The Cliff
On the Cliff ~ I feel so broken So silenced Choked of the words That I need to spill out of my heart My mind feels chaotic
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️7 months ago in Poets
The Memory Collector
The collector emanates round and nigh A shadow made flesh, an inky blotch on the red-stained night Dissipating and growing in the long arms of midnight's limelight
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Feeling a Draft
Thirty-two league squads All will hear those five key words You are on the clock * * * This is my entry into Mike Singleton's April unofficial challenge! Thank you for reading!
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 months ago in Poets
Here Comes the Burn
Global burn came on suddenly. Nothing survives the daytime temperatures now. Outside? That's in the past, except for 20-minute nighttime allowances
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Poets