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.
The Lone Traveler
Traveling through space and time, I look through the skies to find what’s missing. A part of self that was trapped long ago, taken by a force that will never be shown. Fighting through dragons and dark creatures alike, the self survives from the depths of despair, and become the light. From the art of requiem, I wake to a cold front. Unknown to status of my being, I regroup into my own to travel on my own, without really leaving.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Closed Door
Closed Door Have you ever dreamt of a closed door? I have and it was blue. It was kind of similar to this one. I woke up in a yellow and red rose flower field with hills high as mountains. Trees as tall as the sky and evergreen grass that ran through my toes.
By Victoria grace5 years ago in Poets
Interlude of a blues mood
Interludes of a blues mood rolling numerical boxes of prophecy in the shape of bones to the wherewithal of fate synchpated within tones.....got dribbles of drunken blues trickling back of throat......and sculptures of romantic interlude writing what was wrote......my desert is parched...and I got tha attributes of texan stones with which to impart........Got down home jazz melodies dropping the hammer to the anvil of my anxieties....
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Poets
