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.

Time Revealed
Dear unwanted guess. Feels like i've known you since the day i was born. You been here through it all. You've tried to make life a living hell.
By Eldra Ramsey 6 years ago in Poets
Lucid Dreams
Off to a wonderland I hope I can recall. Oh yes sandman into you I must fall. Falling and floating and drifting light away.
By Instincts6 years ago in Poets
Haunted By An Ace
I feel your eyes within the shadows watching my every move , a haunting presence, as cold air that drifts through passing me by but with no logical cause, just an energy that shifts from room to room following me, watching me, protecting me .
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Butterfly Clips
A child is in my dreams tonight. Something about her seems familiar. Her features reveal themselves as I step closer, and I’m confronted with a five year old me, with braided hair and butterfly clips galore.
By DLC6 years ago in Poets
A Goddess Caught Between
The mortal world cold and cruel , while all those within the realm of gods play their games , throwing their dice and cast down their cards continuing to play the game of life itself, while the mere mortal state suffers.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Peeking
If you find yourself outside my window And you feel inclined to take a peek... and what you see shocks you Stops your time and reality for a moment
By 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢 6 years ago in Poets
Freeing
As human beings, we dont give ourselves enough credit . Self care is something that many do not give much attention to today. On the outside all looks well, and we make sure to upkeep the "perfect" image. Not realizing that still something is off. Our subconscious . . . the inside has not yet reached its full capacity. We are not one within .
By Alexis Jasmin6 years ago in Poets
A Nightmare
I keep waking up in the dark, Though I swear I nap in the light. Like that night I dreamt of the park... I told them I wanted no fight.
By Emrys Everette 6 years ago in Poets
Sings Songs
My body sings songs to me every day, As she wakes me up at 5:55 every morning To worship a rising sun. As my muscles Stretch upward towards the sun gripping
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Lockdown
Throw vegetables at me like they did to Stravinsky Listen to the dog in Fiona Apple’s newest song Be careful Look for an identity
By Emilia Jaar6 years ago in Poets
the sky and its raindrops
pink falls from my eyelids and i tend to wonder why i cry like this the sky is coral as all of the colored rain
By Madame Destroyer6 years ago in Poets
We Could Be Beautiful Babe
What do you want from me? Is it something I can’t see? Something I think I can’t be I know that my existence carries everything around me
By Lyn6 years ago in Poets