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.
Kitty Kat Corner
To be surrounded by warm caring thoughts it could be my way into the future. Slumber the nights of my life with my dreams away and be happy. And it’s a life of the thoughts of that I can finally drift awhile. I take it to sleep in the night with a prayer. A sweet delight my thoughts are in flight. Carry me to the realm of light. I’ve done my share of coming down in a deep dark night.
By Paul Noel Cimino5 years ago in Poets
Winter and All Her Friends
Winter and all her friends come trudging down, pounding like the migraine-cage of your memory, your temples tingle with electric frost, each ventricle and cell moving fast like a powerline, sparking with the fireworks from last New Years Eve. You curl your fingertips into armoured fists. You’re beginning to blue like cyanide choked up in your wrists. Winters got her cold hand fastned on the pulse of your neck, you’re beginning to blue, you’re begging to lose, losing colour in your lips, pale like the sheets of your ex-lover. You’re beginning to swirl and dizzy like a crane gone wild, stuck in a forever reverie of what's near, far, and gone. Winter has obsidian eyes and a giving hand that reaches like a short rope; she speaks with an angelic tongue and a mouth gaped open like an omnious gate; isn’t it beautiful how life becomes death and death becomes mystery?
By Taylor Williams5 years ago in Poets
