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.

Left Feeling Salty
There was once a man who dated the sea He courted her often upon his steed Once he had her betrayed She had him flayed And that's the birth of the Nuckelavee
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Multiverse
Whispers of the Multiverse In the silence, we hear whispers of the multiverse, Secrets of galaxies, in the universe's vast traverse. Cosmic tales untold, in the void they weave, Whispers of the multiverse, in our souls, they leave. Across dimensions, echoes of life's grand scheme, Infinite stories, like a vivid, cosmic dream. Whispers of the multiverse, they gently entwine, In our journey through time, a tapestry divine.
By Diego Arroyo (Universe)3 years ago in Poets
Missed Connection (in Dreamland)
In early August, I dreamt of us coming home together late at night. We might’ve been a little drunk or a little stoned, sharing a playful and flirty energy as we walked.
By Rooney Morgan3 years ago in Poets
Psychologically Incarcerated. Content Warning.
Psychologically incarcerated Behind cerebral walls Inaudible shrieks and screams To which they all befall . Unbridled narcissism
By Tony Baca3 years ago in Poets
Being The Change
To understand Look within To repeat a path Or draw an end Rooted in Resilience Mountains sound so sweet Ascending to the top
By M3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes
sometimes silly sounds slide slowly, silenced sometimes shooting schemes simplifies sacred shapes sometimes several
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Burnt my tongue on acid spittle. Content Warning.
burnt my tongue on acid spittle felt the torque slam me a little Scratched lung inhaled brittle Rich man bung Legal acquittal
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Before
Before the crash Need the cash Before the fall Stack it tall Before the tache Have a bash Before the call Against the wall
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
All the Leaves Are Brown
All the Brown Leaves Dead Leaves Part of the process Brown grass Dead grass Part of the process Before the green
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Eternal Love's Sonnet
Upon a moonlit night, my heart doth soar, Where love's sweet flame doth burn forevermore. In tender whispers, thy name do I speak,
By Nishat Tasnim 3 years ago in Poets
Vocab Ballet
Get your dictionaries before reading the poem, and comment below the words you knew and the words you learned. Here in the wonders of vocabulary,
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
makeup
every morning i smear my lips with blood and my cheeks with powder and put on the face in the mirror that will take on
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets