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.
JEWELS. HEAD. WHITE. WINDOW.
Jewels around the head, white dress in the window. Look but don't stare, for what will others think when shyness becomes too apparent to bear; hearts for eyes, bowing down before lies, sitting up seated for rest in the embrace of those wiser than wise. Be calm, be still, life, what a thrill. Be wise, be still, for what is life but a thrill. Sail forth, calm seas, fresh air, calm breeze; seventy-three, more left to please. The sea, so clear, jewelled head, brown chair; sit down mon frère, for a story awaits for you to hear and for others to share.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
Windy Mourning
As self proclaimed angels and demons alike swarm around The Fallin One; Its been years, Life times even. Ears twitching, annoyed by the flaps and howls in the distance lies made by the wind. Never the less taken lightly for call because the wind my lie existence is all the same.
By Jamel Brewton-Austin4 years ago in Poets
Six Hundred Vocal Stories
Introducing An Addiction To Writing And Sharing On Vocal This is my six hundredth story on Vocal, well it will be posted as my six hundredth story. I am preparing it before number five hundred and ninety-nine is published. Because I cannot guarantee the order in which my stories will be published I need to hit five hundred and ninety-nine then submit this on its own and wait for it to be published, The only slight problem is if I have to ask for an older story to be moved to draft which will then cause this to drop back to five hundred and ninety-nine, but that is the nature of the beast.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
