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 Doomsday Shift
H e r e I w a s s i t t i n g on o u r f r o n t v e r a n d a w i t h m y g r a n d so n , B u d d y , a n d m y d a u g h t e r - i n - l a w , C o n n i e . W e w e r e w a t c h i n g f o r a n y o n e w h o m i g h t s h o w — u p b e f o r e t h e s h i f t s t a r t e d . M o s t o f t h e o t h e r s w e r e a l r e a d y i n t h e b o m b s h e l t e r , f i n i s h i n g o f f t h e l a s t f e w t h i n g s t h a t h a d t o b e d o n e . M y t w o s o n s , B i l l a n d S t e v e n w e r e c h e c k i n g o v e r t h e g r e e n h o u s e s t o m a k e s u r e n o t h i n g w a s o v e r l o o k e d .
By Darlene Dawson7 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Destruction
Heavy smoke. Short breathe. Lot of screams melted in a loud sounds of alarms. I woke up gasping for air but my lungs were filled by a grey smoke. I coughed and I tried to reach my window. I wiped the glass and all I saw was darkness and hurricane-like fire. People left the place. Ruins and ashes were all what was left behind.. All of this was inside of a body held in it all this destruction. This pain was in my heart, kept there, Sometimes in the darkest moments pain turns into a strong non-feeling of nothing. At this level precisely, I was kept from being continually exposed to painful experiences. At that particular time I gained some force to endure more. Sometimes destruction is the best way to build better things.
By Dhouha Shili7 years ago in Poets
