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.
COVID & PRISON
The violet mercurial moon; it is. Alight and brilliant... hewed in red-green, yellow-blue contemplation... torn asunder; it is. A stippled grayish matter of gravity; it is not... neither balanced or logical, a chaos opposing a portrait of death... but isn't until; it is. Abstract abject tetradic vermillion fear; it lives. A coquelicot addictiveness; is how it exist. Adjunct aureolin lectrurer; its being... but isn't unless; it is. An acrylic angelically breath taking anamorphosis; it feeds...while; it is. A god; it is? Yet it brings sarcoline life to a canvas of obsidian death... but; it is not. Until we can create creation; it is.
By Eric VanBuren5 years ago in Poets
A Taste of Beauty
February passed bitterly. I was left alone for long hours. When the night came, it brought with it a loneliness that only the most alienated from society could understand. A deep pain settled in my chest for a brief moment, before an erratic anxiety engulfed me. I sat and sat, paralysed by grief. My limbs grew colder and my thoughts grew darker with every passing hour. I could feel myself growing older.
By Kayleigh Turner5 years ago in Poets
