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.

I Am Wearing No Clothes - You Can Visit Me At 5:00 P.M. Everyday, Is That Like A Thing - Who Does That ?
This is the way I assume my life can be !? The way I hoped the world could see me as important, and perhaps the ability to understand the quality of life itself !?
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
I Am Afraid Of People, I Wish I Could Tell You Why - I Wish I Could Understand The Importance Of Any Person On This Land
I cannot understand why it's important to have children !? I can never understand the importance of having to understand the purpose of children !?
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
LIVING IN THE LIGHT OF THE SACRED HEART
LIVING IN THE LIGHT OF THE SACRED HEART New Release: Finding the Flow in the Sacred Heart Good morning or evening, depending on your location on planet Earth, everyone! After a bit of a whirlwind week, I found my way back to the water. Today’s release is a very personal collaboration between my original photography from the California and Texas coasts and new meditation music created with Suno and Vicki. Consulting Pro were Copilot and Gemini. Images received animation treatment in META.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 days ago in Poets
My Soul
My soul went too deep... I felt more empty inside- -than my own shadow...
By Meghan LeVaughn 6 days ago in Poets
Pull-Out Couch
11/7/25 Cemented in our thousand pound plaid couch, I’ll become the audience, and you, a performer, making balloon animals of avowal,
By Olivia Dodge6 days ago in Poets
Portraits
Within every moment Within every life There exists a smile A snapshot A portrait of happiness Of the human condition
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Poets
Height of the moment
cresting the steep climb, i face the ultimate thrill— sensations ignite
By Lamar Wiggins6 days ago in Poets
Blue Wound
You left my wound to fester, neglecting it for so long. Then, when you needed me again, you expected my return. Don't you think you owe me?
By Moon Desert6 days ago in Poets
Orally I'm Going To Speak At Three (3) A.M. Every Morning - I Want You To Respond - Say Amen
The areas in which I'm able to meditate sends a message through my spine as if the cool wind bounces over the wonders of our mind !?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
I Was Thinking, I Am Not Well ! I Was Thinking, The "Boogie Man" Will Need My Name - But I Am Thinking
So when I was growing up, I learnt that clothes and shoes wasn't important!? When I was growing up, I learnt that outside was just as cold as the inside, and to have someone care enough was a hard thing to do !? I'm thinking, that having a person just say "I Love YOU" - means it, and thinks of themselves as extra - ordinary !? A thing high above the heavens and also beneath the Earth !? A place where it wouldn't start but end, a place where nothing can surpass - and nothing can over flow !? So when I was growing up, I learnt that clothes and shoes wasn't important!? But, I learnt !!! I'm thinking, that having a person just say "I Love YOU" - means it, and thinks of themselves as extra - ordinary... I'm thinking !!!
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
Effects of War
Sight of blood/ cry of pain Another soldier lies wounded But you’ll never know his name Cause those with the power above,
By Edward Val7 days ago in Poets
The Day I Stopped Avoiding the Mirror
That autumn was the first time I truly stood still in front of the mirror. Not the quick glance while brushing my teeth, not the distracted look before rushing out the door. I mean standing under the bathroom light, staring at my hairline as if it were trying to tell me something. The corners had receded—just a little. Maybe no one else would notice. But I did. It felt like watching the tide pull back, exposing more shoreline than yesterday.
By Alex Morgan7 days ago in Poets