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 Creature with Wings
I sit alone in this locked cage waiting patiently in the darkness. I'm not sure where the key's gone or what I'm waiting for except to be freed. I'm not sure who put me here, but it doesn't matter. I hum while I stare into the dark. Sometimes, I can go outside my mind to float through the iron bars. I find vibrate colors, and experiences I can't feel. I always return. I can only imagine how the experiences should feel if I were free.
By Catherine Ivey4 years ago in Poets
Misery
In the South Tower down a porcelain hall, there's a broken mirror on a granite wall, this ancient mirror goes by the name of Misery. This shattered glass reflects my tattered robes, this porcelain hall reflects the fragile nature of my past. Oh how long this pain may last and cage me in my misery. I slowly creep down the porcelain halls, afraid to touch the fragile walls, if they shall break then I may fall, descending down infinity.
By Justice Taylor4 years ago in Poets
