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.
Halcyon
I've allowed my anxiety to speak for me. To tear me down like you always used to. You ridiculed my wingspan until it was nothing but bones. You didn't want me whole, you wanted me broken. You loved me when I was fragile and co-dependent. I've ventured out of the cave into spiraling sunlight. I still feel the discomfort because I'm accustomed to the inferiority. How do I overcome this trauma? How do I reach those blessed days of halcyon? I hold myself up to severe expectations instead of being kind to myself. I'm still learning how to exist without you. Succeeding without needing your permission. You can't keep returning and holding me hostage to the past. I can break free because that's not what's expected of me. You wanted me to fail but I have to disappoint you one last time. I was running out of time when I was with you. I was undermining my own potential to soothe your delicate ego. You wouldn't let the truth breathe. I'll take the lead. I'll take the chance that was given to me. This is the one I've been searching for. He's been looking for me too. I'll hang on with all the hope that is inside of me. We're a force that cannot be stopped. You tried to stifle this acceleration but this propulsion will break through. This ascension is something you cannot control, could not contain. The flames will skyrocket into the zenith while you lament down here on earth. The view is amazing up here. I'll take him with me as I explore other universes. When I eject myself into oblivion, you'll be there with me. I can't do this without you. Maybe I could but I just don't want to. When I explode as a supernova, I want you there to witness it. To keep me safe where I hold onto your hand with all that I have. I want to keep you with me for as long as I can. I was never anyone's until I met you. I can gratefully say my heart is yours because it belongs to you. I can't defy the forces that have led me to you. It was inevitable and I am yours just as you are mine. We are finally alive. We are the crack in the sky and we have been blessed with the divine. We are perpetually intertwined. We will stay like this forever until the end of time
By Anna Torres11 months ago in Poets
Bitter Sea
It was ominous and I still ignored it. A captivating monster that lured me in. The bear trap kept me contained for way too long. I begged you to regurgitate me so I can live in peace. You were as hollow and vacant as a makeshift haven. Fickle and bipolar like the crescendo waves of eternal blue. Our intensity grew worse as we became more villainous. Your hostility was as infinite as the tide that cascaded in. Your presence was punishment that became my burden. Your absence is the reward that kept on giving. I authorized your removal but you were slow to vacate. I'm still drowning in precious salt water as I scream. No tourniquet will plug this visceral wound. You wanted me to perish but it wasn't meant to be. I fear I will never escape you. There will be invisible abrasions that continue to plunder me. There will be transparent bruises that you will never own. This laborious torture does have a timer. It will expire once you evaporate. This misery has evolved into ambition. You took my oxygen as your own but doubted my ability to surface. I sought peace over proving myself to you. I now claim victory over this endless, bitter sea. This was never going to be the death of me
By Anna Torres11 months ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
The Letters I Never Sent By [Ali Rehman] The first letter began with a lie. Dear Michael, I’ve forgiven you. Lena stared at the words until the ink began to blur. Forgiven him? That wasn’t true — not yet. Maybe not ever. But that’s how most of her poems started too: with lies that wanted to be true.
By Ali Rehman11 months ago in Poets
Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista XCI by Rikki La Rouge 11 months ago in Poets
