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.
The Plight That Lies Ahead
Corrupt caverns of contempt seeping silently into the crevices of the inner dwellings of the mind building barriers of silent valleys, sleeping spirits wafting the essence of immortality, colliding with vibrations of flesh instilling life, the flower has opened herself, her scent permeates the air creating primal instincts the aggression is ensued and life has sprung, who is to hold this gift who is to know this gift and the cycle completes and becomes one once again, who can deny it’s delight, though the task is daunting and not for the faint of heart, crushing, and desperate as tears flow, energy sits compressed awaiting the recoil. Breathe and embrace the pain it is a labour of love, a love that can not ever change will not ever change no matter the plight that lies ahead.
By Johnny Gerbrandt5 years ago in Poets
Overwhelmed By The Eyes That Seek Us Out.
Tears of once forgotten folly now enthralled by the dynamic mess of mayhem falling despairingly into dark caverns of convoluted consciousness awaiting the torrents of devastation which flow as an avalanche flowing down a mountain, covering all. As the ick threatens to suffocate or consume we cleave to sanity we grasp for love if it would be given us, hollow eyes searching hoping needing eyes that smile back, how lost can we be in familiar surroundings, very lost for where can our hearts rest when will the sweet release come where we can freely extend ourselves unfettered by insecurities but filled with confident safety, overwhelmed by the eyes that seek us out.
By Johnny Gerbrandt5 years ago in Poets
