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.
Love, Plainly
Love seems to be one of the many things which humans cannot fathom, in any sense. Any sense, we do not understand what it is to love something with our entire being. Our entire being is ours; it does not belong to someone else, so why would we devote it to anyone but us? It’s selfish, plainly. Plainly put, we do not love because we are selfish. In any sense, humans are vile and we cannot allow love within our entire beings because we need strength and love makes us weak. It’s simple. And we cannot fathom this-- why? Any sense, any sense at all, we cannot love because love is weakness but we are so tired of being strong. Weakness is not unfathomable, not like love is-- we gather our weaknesses and keep them within our beings because they protect us from the vile and selfish feelings that our bodies force us to have. Love has no room within me. I am too full of weakness to be handed a strength disguised as weakness. We cannot fathom this, in any sense-- strength is hidden within weakness but we are selfish still. Is it not vile? It is vile to witness this lack of sense, this lack of sense in any sense. My entire being is love, plainly put. Yes, plainly put, there is no room for love because that is what I am made of and is that not vile? To preach of humanity’s selfishness and be made of the weakness which we fear. Our being is ours. Our being is weakness. We are made of love, but we cannot love ourselves. Love does not want to be understood.
By Olivia Dodge5 years ago in Poets
Shadow Work
These are a collection of poems from a dark time in my life and I’d like to advise that if you are not in the mindset to hear dark subject matter, please do not go any further. These poems were written over a year or two, and I find myself expressing my thoughts through art because direct words tend to escape me in hard times. Just to make sure I made myself clear. THESE POEMS MAY INVOKE DARK THOUGHTS IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE, DO CONTINUE WITH CAUTION. Thank you and you have been warned.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris5 years ago in Poets
