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.
Poison
This poem is fourth in a collaboration by members of the Saloon for Writers Facebook group. Being angry with others for days, weeks, months, years and decades on end was like drinking enormous glass bottles of other people's bleach. It was the type of poison that demolished my health and wellness. It was the excessive quantity of toxins that invaded and damaged me severely. My days became soiled with negativity and pessimism. It was psychologically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally unhygienic. My energy levels went down the drain. My happiness became garbage instead of something as valuable as a box of gold. Just a friendly and loving reminder to all, quit swallowing one's poison. To mentally sanitize ourselves, rid yourselves of the dirt that's still roaming around in your system. Don't hold onto negativity and drama. Don't imbibe other people's chemicals that'll intoxicate you later on.
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
PINK HAIR
Pink with her hair long with her stare, walking up the stairs fluttering her arms so nimble for happy jeers; long legs down the corridor she did find her locket she lost days before, time; opening it up her heartbeat so sudden that the locket closed itself like a clam shy from the heat of her bosom; what lay inside only she would know putting it around her neck to the softness of her chest for the clam to know, that she means no harm for she is pink calm and happy to share herself with it for as long as she thinks. Pink.
By James Green5 years ago in Poets
