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.
As I Sip My Vodka. Top Story - August 2026.
As I sip my vodka and watch you tease open your mouth and slip your tongue so effortlessly down against your bottom lip, wetting the ripe painted surface. Is it scarlet or crimson or maybe even rouge? And as you put your fingers down delicately against your tongue and smear them with something delectable, is it sweet or savoury or a little both?
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
In The Light Again (part 2)
I knew the distance I measured the cause. I extended my mind it kept my whole life on pause. As i start to build with my pen as if it was a hammer connecting with a nail. I begin to walk back home to fix what I started now that I’m out beside light. With the blueprint my hearts passion has started. The foundation is set there minds are engaged piece by piece everything is coming together the mirror in me could agree. I love this place it feels like me. I walked in and settle down the design inside is so originally me. Newly furnished with ideas i just sat down and sipped to release the creativity I need to sit with and see. I know your time is coming when we schedule your meeting you will surely see.
By Arlo Wyseeabout a month ago in Poets
