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 Morning That Broke My Eyes
Before I rose, it was dark. Still and peaceful. As I rose it was aggressive, this huge vermillion ball of fire was attacking my eyes, my state of rest had been ruined and there was no way it could return. It seemed my tranquility would never reenter my somewhat painful life.
By Benn twiss7 years ago in Poets
Stuck Between the Wooden Tracks
We fell between the wooden boards on the train tracks. We both try to get out, but were stuck and no one is around. From a distance, I hear a faint sound coming from behind us. A whistle from a train with smoke blowing from the top and I hear the whistling as it becomes gradually louder with each second. I look at her with the expression of panic plastered on her face. The train gets louder and I hear the gears in motion, propelling it forward as it comes towards us, but we can't break free. Instead, I wrap my arms around her shoulder, suddenly she stops and understands. We huddle close until we start to feel the vibrations from the train. We're calm and we let go as the train blows its horn in desperation for us to move, but it's too fast to stop. Suddenly it ends and the last I felt was a hard blow as everything turned black.
By Kayla Triplett7 years ago in Poets
