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.
Other Worldly
We wish to speak to the dead. Mom? Dad? Are you there? You passed on the red lantern to light my way through life without you two. I wear my dad’s shirt and my mother’s robe, your smells intertwine and rush into my nose. I’ve never felt more at peace, more at home. The broom behind me are my responsibilities as the oldest of my generation. No one is there to guide me. My life’s in my own hands, and for the first time, I am free. I have become obsessed with the idea of freedom. My door is cracked open to free the demons trapped in my room. I punched a hole in the wall to free the Titans that live in them. Mom? Dad? I’m ready to set you free.
By Jacqueline Schroth8 years ago in Poets
Starlit Sky
One in the morning on a Sunday night breeds sensations that can never exist at any other point in a single cycle of the sun and moon. Silence, predominantly, is deafening. Shoes padding along graveled roads, pebbles peppering the ground like they were mimicking the stars in the sky. The soft whispers of frogs croaking, crickets chirping, and cicadas whizzing are a music unheard by the bed-dwellers tucked safely in their sheets inside a darkened house nearby.
By Kerrigan Herret8 years ago in Poets
