Surreal Poems
#surreal
Surreal poems, poetry describing bizarre, unexpected and dreamlike occurrences. Surreal poems exploring the creative potential of the unconscious mind. Also poetry about the Surrealist movement in art and culture.
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:47pm
9th Apr 2025 5:47pm
A breaded red cabbage
"Dad, grab a car -
a cab -
a red cab!"
Dad grabbed a red cab;
raced afar;
a bad, drab cafe (feared area!)
Bearded Dad dared,
"Cabbage! Carb!
A breaded cabbage.
A breaded red cabbage -
a fadge.
Add a carafe; decaf!"
Aged, eager badger acceded.
Dad raged,
"Bad bread!
Regard degraded cabbage!"
Begged a free feed.
Badger gabbed,
"barefaced greed!"
Dad badgered,
"A free feed! Fab!"
Farce!
Badger fed...
a cab -
a red cab!"
Dad grabbed a red cab;
raced afar;
a bad, drab cafe (feared area!)
Bearded Dad dared,
"Cabbage! Carb!
A breaded cabbage.
A breaded red cabbage -
a fadge.
Add a carafe; decaf!"
Aged, eager badger acceded.
Dad raged,
"Bad bread!
Regard degraded cabbage!"
Begged a free feed.
Badger gabbed,
"barefaced greed!"
Dad badgered,
"A free feed! Fab!"
Farce!
Badger fed...
#funny
#surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 4:40pm
5th Apr 2025 4:40pm
Piem (Ode to the first 100 decimal places of pi)
Now...
I hope I write something to remind
brain and voice together (unaligned)
develop mnemonics for pi—
its decimals have passed by!
Digits make the odd, unending row
in totally haphazard order;
bravissimo!
So numerous,
humorous;
look, I recognise doubles -
a couple - advancing!
Say, "Enchantée!" "Delighted!";
the doubled nines a-bromancing.
Other decimals, to underscore,
undertake hijacks,
give lifehacks;
what, more?
Hello... wandering in now,...
I hope I write something to remind
brain and voice together (unaligned)
develop mnemonics for pi—
its decimals have passed by!
Digits make the odd, unending row
in totally haphazard order;
bravissimo!
So numerous,
humorous;
look, I recognise doubles -
a couple - advancing!
Say, "Enchantée!" "Delighted!";
the doubled nines a-bromancing.
Other decimals, to underscore,
undertake hijacks,
give lifehacks;
what, more?
Hello... wandering in now,...
#surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 8:44pm
4th Apr 2025 8:44pm
Lexicographical Interdependence
Day 1: one-syllable words;
Day 2: two-letter words;
Day 3: three-letter words;
Day 4: what could this mean?
Spotting the pattern, said he,
"I'm looking forward to the later rounds...!"
She replied,
"as if I'm going to keep this up for a month!
They take hours, and aren't that good!
Here are my self-imposed criteria;
I urge you to give it a go!"
"Oh," said he,
"you have to do one with 15-letter words,
that's only halfway!"
"Shut up, David!" ...
Day 2: two-letter words;
Day 3: three-letter words;
Day 4: what could this mean?
Spotting the pattern, said he,
"I'm looking forward to the later rounds...!"
She replied,
"as if I'm going to keep this up for a month!
They take hours, and aren't that good!
Here are my self-imposed criteria;
I urge you to give it a go!"
"Oh," said he,
"you have to do one with 15-letter words,
that's only halfway!"
"Shut up, David!" ...
#FeelingLost
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:26pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:26pm
III
One day (was May),
men lax for tax
won max; got sax,
but nay, not pay!
Yet now, see how
you try and fly;
all eye the sky—
say "wow!"; ask "how?"
Why did her kid
(yon coy, shy boy)
get foy new toy?
Mum hid his lid!
Fey kit did fit;
gal rap our map.
Big tap, bad zap—
had wit; she hit!
men lax for tax
won max; got sax,
but nay, not pay!
Yet now, see how
you try and fly;
all eye the sky—
say "wow!"; ask "how?"
Why did her kid
(yon coy, shy boy)
get foy new toy?
Mum hid his lid!
Fey kit did fit;
gal rap our map.
Big tap, bad zap—
had wit; she hit!
#funny
#surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:00pm
2nd Apr 2025 2:00pm
ii
Yo!
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us....
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us....
#funny
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Sunny Eyes
Sunny eyes beam through this storm of fury.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
Alone
I am alone within the remote regions of my mind.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
Rain On Her Lips
Oh, that morning dew on her lips.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
#love
#relationships
#surreal
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wallyroo92
Bumped 24th Mar 2025 7:50pm
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 11:59pm
22nd Mar 2025 11:59pm
Lucky Lucy!
It appeared to be an ordinary
Very cute maturing kitten
Everyone that saw it
Were instantly smitten
What no-one realised
The secret behind this pet
That hadn't been diagnosed yet
This puss, had been born a pup
Part shihtzu, part bulldog
The complicated op was worth
As she was able to give birth
After first canging her name
From Lucky to Lucy
Which looked nearly the same
She was at last fully feline
Later giving birth
To four pupkits (for what it's worth!)
Part Bulldog
Part Shihtzu
Part Cat ...
Very cute maturing kitten
Everyone that saw it
Were instantly smitten
What no-one realised
The secret behind this pet
That hadn't been diagnosed yet
This puss, had been born a pup
Part shihtzu, part bulldog
The complicated op was worth
As she was able to give birth
After first canging her name
From Lucky to Lucy
Which looked nearly the same
She was at last fully feline
Later giving birth
To four pupkits (for what it's worth!)
Part Bulldog
Part Shihtzu
Part Cat ...
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 5:51pm
20th Mar 2025 5:51pm
Going Apeshit!
Archaic arcadian ancestors
Dwelt within their arcady
(This whilst in the OED
on Archimedes Screw!)
I also found Arcane
A secret known to a few
Accidentally rediscovered
In London Zoo
Within the monkey cage
Where-in was placed
Darwins loo!
by Jemia
Dwelt within their arcady
(This whilst in the OED
on Archimedes Screw!)
I also found Arcane
A secret known to a few
Accidentally rediscovered
In London Zoo
Within the monkey cage
Where-in was placed
Darwins loo!
by Jemia
#funny
#philosophical
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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