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.

The Wolf Within
Certain things on my mind are never brought to light, For bringing them to life is a chaotic force without remorse. Certain things I say, or do, make me more than just intimidating,
By Kalla Kim8 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
I feel the warmth of the darkness taking over, a calm emptiness that i have grown to crave. Throughout the day my body slugs and speech slurs, praying for the time to come when the shadow that my eyelids cast can create a barrier from this world and bring me into another for a few hours.
By Makayla bookout8 years ago in Poets
The Buck Knife Killer
Birth I don't remember the day I was born, Just as no one else does But I certainly remember the day my urge was born The day my darkness came to light
By Nicole Sittarich8 years ago in Poets
Sleep
In this space beyond consciousness I am finally at peace. In the pauses between deep breaths I have no worries. In this hazy unawareness
By Hannah Lorrelle8 years ago in Poets
In the Mind of a Fool
She Is Too Much She is too much And I want more. Closer to the truth Than ever before. Her heat is unbearable And I dance in the exquisite flames.
By Scott Daniel8 years ago in Poets
Lovelorn
Catatonically, I’m fretting the vanishing point of what I assumed as my sanity, Long since lost among the caress of her waves, an Ark bound to nihility
By Adam Nihil8 years ago in Poets
Under the Skin
I spy you under the surface Cannot wait until you're mine Oh how we will meet Yes we will meet in time You grow inwards
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
Resuscitation of Osiris
Osiris, where are you? I have been searching Egypt through and through. Come back to me, my love, for my heart aches from above.
By Paige Gordon8 years ago in Poets
You Can't Break What Is Broken
Thunder grey clouds Ominous Heavy Foreboding Press down the horizon Press down my skin Once white fluffy nothingness Now pierced by flashing lightning
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Broken Pieces
Broken, battered, bruised Cut open, vulnerable All the pieces of my broken heart Open and bare for all to see Everyone stares
By Mary Davis8 years ago in Poets
American Gothic
She stares off into the distance, A vacant expression on her face. He stands there with his pitchfork, No idea that she longs to leave this place.
By Hannah Petch8 years ago in Poets
The Night Sky
At the end of the night when I lie awake all I think about is you. The darkness that you bring. The looming feeling that never leaves my side.
By Shianne Frazier8 years ago in Poets