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.

Longing
Leaving beloved cities, four times I've gone, each departure a heartbreak. Memories linger, both cherished and painful, yet all mine.
By Moon Desert22 days ago in Poets
Un-Wilting.
You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
By Latisha Fairfull22 days ago in Poets
Nothing Is Forever. Top Story - December 2025.
When you have to let go, it really seems to sink in the reality of life isn't forever. As I have said many times before; Remember the Past, Create the Future, Love Always, Nothing's Forever. I started reciting this to myself years ago when my love began to pass on from this life.
By Hay Collins22 days ago in Poets
Runner-up
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs.
By Moon Desert22 days ago in Poets
Imprisoned by Art
Fixing things is never simple. You first must let go of your old life story's interpretations. They're useless in a new setting;
By Moon Desert22 days ago in Poets
STRENGTH. Content Warning.
Why do you assume I am alright? Is it because of the confidence you see? Or is it the way I carry myself? Are you unable to see,
By Jaded | Pleasured22 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"22 days ago in Poets
The Girl at Platform No. 5: A Diary of Unspoken Farewells
Everyone at the station is in a hurry. Some are chasing dreams, while others are running away from memories. But I sit here, at the corner of the wooden bench, with a pen that knows more secrets than my heart can carry.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah22 days ago in Poets
old story
in the back of my mind a memory I would bring up The older, the less bright I brought it before when I'm alone my old story
By ava22 days ago in Poets
6 7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡22 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"22 days ago in Poets
The Echoes of a Waiting Station: A Writer’s Journey through the Heart of Bengal
Life often feels like a crowded railway platform—full of noise, departures, and reunions. As a writer and a playwright, I have always found my best inspirations not in quiet rooms, but in the chaos of a busy station.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah22 days ago in Poets