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.

Only a Memory
A memory Something you hide in your brain That no one can see Feel Touch It is yours Only yours People sometimes wonder what you are thinking
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets
An Etched Memory
Sorrows of tomorrow are surely promised The palpitating slashes in my head are the rawest Trail to the open door, I see blood droplets
By H.b. Woods7 years ago in Poets
Endless Rain
Endless in Nature, and devoid of feeling the rain empties its clouds out Sparing no cry, yielding to no shout The rain of life and the actual rain are beyond anything I've ever seen.
By Xxavier Robertson7 years ago in Poets
Just a Little Crush
His eyes, a warm coffee sprinkled with cinnamon to sooth in the chilling fall. His hair, a brown tinted black that Becomes darker over the winter season
By Abby Withers7 years ago in Poets
In the Night
When you hear the branch hit your window It's a scary giant When you hear something from the closet It’s a dark shadow
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets
What's It to a Name?
So why should I be named? To be called and recognized by a word that will never mean something to me? Why do others have to name me?
By Melina Giorgalletou7 years ago in Poets
This Is Lust
I can feel the electricity enter my body as your voice fills my head No matter how high I build these walls your name seeps through the mortar
By Elizabeth Remrey7 years ago in Poets
Blackened Mirrors
The inner voices Of this skin Sees what needs to Be done. It’s igniting the Candle on fire first, That is the only
By S Sad7 years ago in Poets
And the Wolf Follows
Every waking moment, it haunts my anxious mind. It stalks me like a wolf in the shadows, its friends eagerly snapping their jaws, waiting for a chance to tear me apart.
By Amanda Starks7 years ago in Poets
A Dead Cold Night
You're thrown out of your home, your face hits the snow your wife is thrown out next her eyes slowly go blank as tears fill them. You get up you see your daughter being taken into a carriage. Then you see the blood, flowing down your wife’s side you start to get up you run for your daughter, she’s screaming for you. Her red hair being blown by the wind. Then you feel it, the sharp pain by the sword hitting your back. You keep running. The sword hits you again, you can’t go any further you fall to the ground the last thing you see is her bright hair disappearing into the blackness of the carriage as your eyes fall and your heartbeat slows your mind goes blank as the blackness takes you away.
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets
The Lioness Arising and the Temptress
I’ve let you in and you’ve made camp. You’ve searched and now have found a space in my heart, you’ve made a room for yourself and
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Poets
The Demon
Within me there's a demon, I do not know his name, He never seems to go anywhere, He never seems to change, Quietly instead watching,
By Wyn Vrielinck7 years ago in Poets