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.
Walking alone
I looked at the street, I have seen some lights. It was night and I was lost walking and thinking. My mind was absolutely absent. All the faces I saw were quite similar. I looked on an old face and I have tried to go back into the past and I remembered how it was. I kept walking alone without any direction; I was following the light. I have seen an old lady crossing the street, she was alone and asking for money. I went on and I found another old man with a piece of bread in his hand. He was sitting and eating it.
By Angel Patton5 years ago in Poets
Numb Lock
i don’t know what silence smells like. maybe rosebuds or lemon or pine or a father’s cologne. [insert] smell here. [insert] sound [insert] feeling [insert] [insert] [insert] until there’s nothing left. i see you see me without looking up. i see each sound: nails scratch denim, [shift] in seat, dishes clanking & breaths / deeper & deeper. coffee pour, getting quieter becoming / full. i’m supposed to continue writing. even though / brain says stop & words are dry i am supposed to continue / [home] / is this what heaven looks like? just trees & darkness & crisp midnight. should heaven be a feeling or a lack of any (?)[home]
By Sara Khayat5 years ago in Poets
