Surreal Poems | Examples of Surreal Poetry

On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

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Midnight is like a square. A square patch of grass at midnight. Folds over. Hurts like spirals. Midnight churning and tapping. Weirdness. There’s such a thing as too many midnight moons. I have double vision. Midnight eating away at the feel-good chatter. Spiraling like curtains. Opening and closing. Midnight. Midnight is like lettuce being chopped...

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No channel skipping ..no flannel...it was so gripping…hearts melt…Pant's ripping svelte pelt and belt..stripping and whipping..the fab never drab Rishab lab..was it real..felt like I was tripping… no pipping..surreal cartwheel flipping.. Some verse about the Panto Pant curse…does traverse…like a hearse….won’t reimburse..adverse bowlers terse..things getting worse…reputations nurse…Rishab flash panache smash and grab..rehearse that ramp reverse..in his...

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Tangents. Nothing like the howling roof. Or the clasps of blades of grass. Nothing empty as- Connections of piano keys. Or horrible things, changes, socks. Growth, Or waiting. Or carpet fibers along the path. Tangents. We always go back to small sounds. Tangents. We always eat things. Tangents. So nothing new came along after all. ...

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Look down at me From thy beak Give me thou crow like stare Feed my fear With darkened glare Feathers erased by air Pages many Thy secrets held Our hubris was a trap Spells dispelled Thy wings expand In the night thee flap Moon in sky This is thy realm Dark spirits are afloat A cursed bird No friends or foe Never to sing a note Books in piles Will not...

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wee hours of the morn deep stillness the mode as funnel of pure awareness we stand erect in our abode all worlds around us swirl illusions, dreamlike surreal around the Sushumna whirl we know them to be unreal we are at the centre pristine, untouched, nonchalant we feel no urge to enter for our heart is free from want several hours go by we remain...

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An isolating darkness looms: A numb yet tingled skin; And residues of twilight's gloom, As walls unseen close in. This place feels sharp, yet vague and stale; The clash stirs strife within. My fingers click and spread—a snap! So faint—I fear I'm dead. Insipid airs invade my lungs: The voices haunt my ears; Adrift in dreamlike black, undone, Alone, still lacking fear. Commanded, guided, commandeered My soul is...

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Bang the taut drum Thrum-thrum Conundrum Pound sand Ain’t it grand ...

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Hey Universe Why you coming at me so hard? Did I do some sht to piss ya off? Or you just playing some evil part? Its all getting kinda rough Im not nearly tough enough To get through this & come up been kickin me down so much Im bruised & lumped up in every possible spot I can touch I've...

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“Fear of death is fear of surrender to Infinity.” ~ Adi Da Samraj In my fevered state, I sought the godforsaken sounds of the gossamer strings of the harp. It was hours of grave thoughts before I would awaken to the ghostly groaning of my mind’s steep scarp. Grief-stricken, I lie staring through closed eyes listening to the beat of my heart...

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Another Life One soul two bodies One world another life I curl in pain troubled by yesterday's misery l miss my world as I caught up running through the course of another life ...

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I live alone in outer space. Which costs less than a city place. I like to eat donuts, but they don’t exist here. On this planet which is covered in slime and fear. I live alone or maybe not. Maybe the extraterrestrial beings will leave me to rot. I don’t know how to hunt and gather. In a place where there’s no...

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one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still craving your only...

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Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business, conjuring this and conjuring that, bewitching this and bewitching that, I hate to say it but I'm not the young enchantress I used to be. It's time for a break and have some brew ~ what I need next is to summon my charming warlock to make me feel those long...

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