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.
NO ONE CAN HEAR HIM CALL
Hear him call, the knock on wood that fell from a tree for paper to use by thee. Hear him shout, whilst ye sit in the corner all alone. No one can hear him call. Cheerful, stout; "God's name, what is this man yelling about?" Heart of Gold, sincere with a pout; sitting in the corner listening, can't make out. Silence becomes words, a stern look, no frown, for what's delivered is honest, shivering through and through; words become silent; cheerful, renewed. No more, no nothing, here and the now, bewildered, feeling a frown? "Look, you'll see, this gift I gave you."
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
The comfort of a bedroom, cozy and clean, a lovely bed with furniture
The first thing you notice when you enter a bedroom is the comfort. The thick, soft sheets; the warm, golden light; the gentle hum of a ceiling fan; the quiet moment after a long day; the security of knowing your room is waiting for you when you return home; the sense of peace and quiet; the quiet, secret space where you can be alone and think; the quiet, private space where you can be with your loved one and share a quiet moment together; the quiet, silent space where you can be alone and think, without the noise and distractions of the outside world; the quiet, unobtrusive space where you can be alone and think, without the noise and distractions of the outside world. The comfort of a bedroom
By Kemar Powell4 years ago in Poets
