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.

If You Could See
Yeah, girl, I can see you... hiding behind your perfectly, practiced smile The one you paint on every morning as the coffee simmers slowly, in the quiet
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Open the door — walk free —ever wakefully ! . Top Story - February 2026.
It’s a wet green chill As the dew witnesses a fragile season down the hill Stamping the ground, a foggy mist spills, And anchoring around its bend, and threading thro’ the glades,
By Madhu Goteti 7 months ago in Poets
Remember
When The Sun Won’t Shine, And You Can’t Find Your Smile… When The Hurt Won’t Subside, And There Is No Where To Hide… When Your Soul Is Searching For Colors,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)7 months ago in Poets
A Winter in Summer
Hot, cold, 2 faces, 1 call A big light in the white A great storm at the sun Delicate is the touch Of a burned flower in the snow.
By Jorge Burbano7 months ago in Poets
The Burden of Power
The world is caving in on me. More weight, and I will fall. The expectations are dragging me under. and I begin to crumble,
By Minou J. Linde7 months ago in Poets
Around the World, Into the Sun
I fell in step with a crane as she pulls into the sun she nods once at a macaw who turns his face to the sea caged- porous rectangle
By Michele Nampalli7 months ago in Poets
Burn it down
Burn it down Like the files you wanted to I dont care whose name is on it Burn down every fool Who cackled and cracked At feeling above the rest
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
Eat. Content Warning.
Eat The table is ready Sit down And dine Stuff your face Ignore the growing chatter Silence your mind And devour Cutlery is too loud Throw away your fork and knife Take it in your hands And consume Tears slice across your cheeks Salting and flavoring your meal Don't stop Keep gorging yourself On tonight's dinner Be a good piggy Pay no mind to the stares They're just jealous Of how full you will be When you finish The final course arrives The scent carving a place in your nostrils Sickness builds low Vomit gurgles beneath your uvula But it's almost over Quell your guilt And take the last bite Finish eating
By J "Griffin" Rooms7 months ago in Poets
Walls Before Me
I. The wall before me rise to heights unknown. So high I can’t see its top, So high I can’t reach the top. II. It’s days like these
By Dean Traylor7 months ago in Poets
Know Me First!
I was loved and stable while I was in the womb- I was friendly and appreciated since I was a baby- ‘But until—it changed…
By Meghan LeVaughn 7 months ago in Poets
I Defame, Therefore You Are
In the bowels of history I defame, therefore you are. _ The footnotes and appendices, as the pages turn and cities are born,
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
A thought that contradicts what you feel
I sit inside my own quiet, letting the world soften for the first time today. I breathe like someone who finally remembers she deserves a moment with no noise, no weight, no demands.
By Lydia martinez7 months ago in Poets