Surrealist Poems

Can we but give guilty to be kind

Victory is Progress and is unique, History is regress and is oblique.

and worth sharing this table, and worst is carrying the fable.

Because radiance is turbulence, because cadence is an ambulance.

Defeat means there is always potential, to cheat gleams, all says “Too crucial”.

In the river of what you have, Is the giver for what you gave.

In the inevitability of decline, and see and live ability of the mind.

Believing the wheels know to swerve

Freedom is knowing that existence Be them showing resistance,

holds something good, Folds as it should

in the fragility of abundance, Into the futility of redundance.

Captivity is seeing through the window, Happy T.V. is being in a show.

That the outlook is possible, that is mistook for loss capable.

Even when it feels slow to emerge, Of leaving the peels—go to the dirge.

Be applause women incense in thee

With hope you are confined to imagination, Elope to far behind, through the station,

Within narrow walls in a house, That thin sparrow in a blouse,

where solitude is momentum. Spare altitude in moments in time.

Despair limits trees capable of growth is care in its threes, stolen in worth,

because luminescence is whimsy We cause those in science flimsy.

These poems develop through echoes passed between two columns. A phrase may return as rhyme, half rhyme, a pun, or rearranged syllables; it may also change through an opposite or a freely associated idea. The columns let the reader see the relationship while hearing how familiar language slips into something unexpected.


The writing moves back and forth across the page. The ending of a sentence on the left becomes the beginning of one on the right. Its new ending then generates the opening of the next sentence on the left, continuing the chain. One writer can follow both sides, or two or more can share the exchange. The title offers a final echo of the closing phrase, bringing the process back around. In the examples that follow, sound sometimes holds the connection together even as the sense takes another direction.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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