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 Window
Open windows become terrifying when they release the concealed and invite freedom. As I stared out, into the abyss of the night sky; darkness held its gaze, boring into my soul. It wasn’t a judgemental gaze so much as purposefully inquisitive. Why was I so afraid of its confrontation? A question I realised resonated with a sensitive layer of my heart.
By Stacey Bee8 years ago in Poets
Creature
Seeing the world through a new set of eyes. Unknowingly becoming a rebel towards things that used to mean the world to me.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
Multiple Personalities
I know you know Crystal but have you met Crissy or Lisa? They all are nice when they want. I think you would like Crissy more but she don't like pizza.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Marble and Silk
Someone once told me not to cast a spell on them. They told me my eyes made me seem as if I could turn them into an animal.
By V. Renae8 years ago in Poets
Residue
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping
By Kye Earley8 years ago in Poets
Meaningless Fear
I don't want the emptiness to envelope me here in the dark Can't fight the feeling that something is terribly wrong Upon closing my eyes the vision of you is stark
By Antonia Cameron8 years ago in Poets
Narcissus
Convinced we were gods, we stared into the pool of our reflections. So enamored by every ripple our breath caused we drew our faces nearer and nearer to ourselves.
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets
Mother Moon
November is for the mystics, moon swollen and bright, smiling at those who worship her, who sit in circles of crystals and flames,
By Kye Earley8 years ago in Poets
Hi, I'm a Virgin
Hi i'm a virgin but what does that mean? To sexualize my breasts, my behind or that i'm meant to birth children at the age of 17?
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Life Flashing Before Your Eyes
I write poems and I decided to share them. This was my first ever poem: It's the moment before you die, Or maybe just even near to death,
By Lucy Jones8 years ago in Poets
The Crow
The Crow. There’s voice that I hear that calls to me. Beneath the endless noise and confusion there’s a clarity. I turn my head to the sky it’s always you I see.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
Raindrops hit my face, soaking from the frustrations of the world. Skin numbs, I can't control my actions... So much anger built up inside, how do I hold up?
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets