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.

Dreams of an Insomniac
As my skin goes cold with awe, I clasp my hands, in prayer, at the rainbow’s end. Perhaps, here, I will find the virtuous gold I’ve searched for in the prophets’ eyes.
By Arthur Hasekura8 years ago in Poets
That Titan, Depression
Imagine rolling a boulder up a hill, only to watch it fall again, All the while having a planet chained to your broken, bloodied back.
By Arthur Hasekura8 years ago in Poets
An Act of Bondage
Anorexia— An act of bondage with no safe word, That thrives off your fear. The more you scream, the more you shout— The more enticing you appear.
By Unity Addison8 years ago in Poets
No Name Tim: Origin
There once was a window who had no name, but we just called him No Named Tim. He is a very quiet window. No Name Tim is also very clean, for nobody comes to look outside of him and smudge their filthy fingers all over him. Tim is not dusty at all even though no one has ever seen anybody clean him. Maybe that’s because Tim is a new window, but he could be an old one. No one has really bothered to ask. I’m not quite sure if Tim knows how old he is.
By Rees Marshall8 years ago in Poets
A Swan Song Lost in Time
Hear now the hidden song that resonates the archaic melody The Chilling tone lost in time’s fleeting whisper Heaven weeps to the trumpet that heralds our destiny
By Saturn Aurora8 years ago in Poets
Introducing Alice
Cutting off four inches And framing my face with a fringe of new identities I decided this sacrifice was necessary Because I desired change.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Enigma
Beauty and pain that I see, strolling through brimstone the world constantly breathes, Tell me, the world that loves to hate, why is it that you blatantly block thy gates?
By Mario Castelli8 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Me Part 4
I hold both art and people in separate hands And weigh out which one is heavier. Somewhere along the line I learnt that if something had more weight
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Feel
Today’s one of those days That I remember How to feel. It’s a day of reflection, Yet it’s a day that stands alone. Everything comes together
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Poets
Tic-Tac-Toe
I'm sick of the fringes Sick of these twinges Sick of the exes on exes on exes Sick of them grinnin Should've known beginnin
By Will Sheffield8 years ago in Poets
Void
A far off memory inside a shattered dream speaks to me Questioning what is real and what is not A memory of voids merging, darkness expanding Across a pale horizon
By Alistair Hume8 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow
I’ll do it tomorrow I say with a sigh It can wait But it’s all a lie The sun slowly sets A day is over Tomorrow I will
By Jay Wilson8 years ago in Poets