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.

Nemesis
Spoken word reading... ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Incongruous rage eludes me, “lover boy” it snared you like quicksand, I quavered you’re quelled and qua
By Edward Swafford7 days ago in Poets
Somewhere in the Darkness
The back and forth The gentle sway Was lulling me to sleep. The train pulled up at a station Jolted back to reality when wheels made a loud squeak.
By Calvin London7 days ago in Poets
SCARY MOTHER
She once asked me to kill her Instead of saying sorry, Who, in their right mind, would do that? Leaving me alone in the dark forest
By Moon Desert7 days ago in Poets
A Facsimile of Me
Plodding along, I don’t feel like myself. Actually. I don’t feel connected to the me I should be. I’m doing the same routine I’ve been programmed for, but the essence of me — the self of myself — isn’t there.
By Gabriel Shames7 days ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back
By Matthew J. Fromm7 days ago in Poets
The Beast
Writers note: This is my attempt at writing lyrics for a song 🎵 Kill the beast… the beast. Emotionally deceased. Mind trapped, still fighting your disease.
By Jesse Lee7 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
Dark Avalanche
What can I say when the lights go out - pitch black. I stumble into the mud, the underworld. Blindness deeper than despair.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 8 days ago in Poets
Where Are the Ballads of the Ice Dancers
They don’t make movies about meth addicts Every time there’s an addict on the screen it’s them doing some opioid I suppose it’s easier to empathize with the heroin user
By Stanley Davis8 days ago in Poets
Alone in a Dream
Hey, you. I wanted to let you know that I heard your cry. I listened and I understood. I hear you. Sometimes I like to think about my place in the universe, and I close my eyes and I imagine that whatever it is that makes myself me, body and soul, is a single atom amongst the infinite fabric of space and time.
By Amos Glade8 days ago in Poets
My Words…
My honesty went quiet.. My explanations went silent since over a year… My words were ignored… My anxiety went cowardice…
By Meghan LeVaughn 8 days ago in Poets
Try Treading Water
Try treading water when an anchor is tied to your feet. *** Try to yell and scream when your throat is slashed and torn.
By Dean Traylor8 days ago in Poets