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.
Awakening the Dark
Awakening the Dark ive been Bouncing formless matter off the surface in my forsaken domain resurrecting the darkness in light where everything sane starts to break you down crumbling the ash in the hands which crafted the catastrophe of what was left like holding questions you couldn’t access the answer to without following what was after you as what I would have asked for if I only knew through these seasons that’ll never be the same again
By Kiefer Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Reflection of the Lesson
Once upon a dream... we sat in a land of future, in different realms at the same time. Daunting all our grievances to the innards of our soul, of our egos. We sat pitched in a tint of disdain for what we had known, not knowing from long ago who we were. Once upon a dream, we met at the crossroads, with only our inner selves knowing our true identity. With only out unconscious selves remembering who we truly were. Unaware of each other, but only as words spoken through the eyes. We rode our train to our destinations call, following the only path we knew. On the train we rode, in an instant of futures past.
By Zion Volante7 years ago in Poets
She Red/Chaos
Single like always he was, Jeff partied, drunk, but didn’t smoke, but she did. Red dress lipstick, make up with hair as dark as night. He fell in love but soon his face full of fright, she was red, her skin demonic covered with sins. She was fed, he looked into her eyes and before you knew it, he was dead.
By V-Ink Stories7 years ago in Poets
