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.
Prose of The Magician
Swaying between the fine line of arrogance and confidence, destruction and creation. That place of transformation many dare not to step. They’ve been taught to quiver at other powers, staying grounded as the boom of the gods shake the world. When that boom rattled your bones, however, you were not shaken. You resonate with the thunder as if it were a destined call. Rather than keep your head to the ground, you stare down the heavens with a finger pointing at the cosmos and another to the underworld.
By Aliciel Alone6 years ago in Poets
What I Really Want
(I've been trying not to leave such big gaps between each line but it's really difficult with the format that Vocal sets out. I will leave this poem a little gappy today.) I wrote this poem in a bad place. A few years ago now. My job was becoming more and more stressful and I was still living with my parents who I haven't always seen eye-to-eye with. I was feeling like I just needed to get away from it all. I felt like I couldn't be loved back in a romantic or platonic sense. I felt like I didn't deserve my family or friends. I was completely worthless to myself and even to this day I still feel it a little. This poem got to me and I had to write it all down - what I was feeling in that very moment. Needless to say - I felt much better afterwards.
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
Powerless in my own world
I've been through a lot of ups and downs so far in my life. Been invisible in school and over the top loud in work. Many years spent at home in my bed instead of out or at school. A typical 'emo' teen - but without the stereotypical image... I spent a lot of time alone in my teenage years and it got me contemplating a lot of things. When I was a little kid I was boisterous and loud and I always got in trouble for it. After a while I started feeling like I was a real problem for my family, teachers and classmates. So, when I started secondary school I slowly adapted my personality and kept in all the energy and childishness. As a result I spent many years feeling alone and ignored - feeling invisible. I obviously had friends and family that loved me. But how I felt inside never matched up with the world around me - my world. My perception of my own world experience was so different from what it should have been looking back now. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when trying to get out of that teenage mindset. This is the result of my struggles -
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
A place in this world
A PLACE IN THIS WORLD There is a place in this world But all at the same time; It is not in this world It is distinct from our social reality It is a hidden place far away but all so close It is free from social hierarchies And vapour trails An owl lives there He is cunning and bright He outsmarts the superpowers of this world
By Daisy Florence6 years ago in Poets
