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 must go
I stand at the edge again. The place you and I would stare off into the horizon together. Talking of distant futures and ideas. You always kept me aware of how simple things could be. However tonight I watch the wooden ship burning and sailing away into that horizon. The flames roar of your honor and your ability to keep us together. I realize as my grief calms that I placed a burden upon me to carry you forward. We both know now that I can not. That I have to let you go. I wipe your ashes from my face and take a deep breath. Leaning forward I close my eyes to fall from safety. I always felt at home in the chaos.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Poets
Captive
Segun sat in the boat’s wet, damp darkness with his six-foot and seven-inch frame scrunched in the tight cramp space. He needed to escape. Segun pretended to be asleep as a pale man with curly black hair descended on the steps from the deck with a massive tiger in tow. Sweat droplets ran down his forehead as his captive stopped in front of him. The tiger bared his sharp teeth and blew his firey breath into Segun’s face forcing him to awaken from his faux sleep. “Get up, boy,” the man said as he stood with the tiger. Segun sat still, peering into the eyes of the man with pure defiance. The man’s voice exploded, “I said get up, boy!” The tiger sneered at Segun causing his stomach to drop, yet he still did not stir. He sat idle as the tiger’s golden eyes pierced into his deep brown eyes as if he knew all of Segun’s deepest secrets. The man with the curly black hair lifted a crowbar above his head and quickly brought it down upon Segun.
By Katrina Olutimayin5 years ago in Poets
