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.
Guess Who!?
I'm not a nobody. I'm starting to not like a nobody. Heard this conversation before from some family plus a few extra bodies. Color me exactly how you see me as. Anything short definitely will not make a pass. I think it's funny the thought of somebody trying to be somebody trying to be somebody else. Listen well or miss out on another lesson or know it's something you know you dun felt. Spread the wealth. Respect yaself. Teach one. Teach the next. It's some real knowledge to learn when ya know oneself. Why so many questions? All I see is many riddlers without any good suggestions. One thing for certain, its not time to close the curtains. Life brings more than problems so work hard for the answer like you never had a clue. Take a good look in the mirror or where you going and make sure you know you.
By De'John Connerly-Bey5 years ago in Poets
Your Eyes
a congenital roomy sea of swirling liquid blue ingenuously wide---hazel unblinking, green speckled shrewd & deep rooted pinpoint black & beady trapped by tiny blood shot veins ---deleteriously shifty elegiac red rimmed & watery extemporaneously aboveboard stirring, fervent---shockingly prominent stygian dark pits as mirrors--- perpetually cunning artful dodgers scintillating stares sharp as razors more fruitful than loaded revolvers open windows to the tenebrous damned aversely hanging back, light---sardonically queasy unclouded & ardently ready to go bloody wretched only sweet & doughty to electrify as violently barbaric gaudy & unfathomably self abhorrent 21 daffodils for each gram of narcissus ---I see the birth of stars & the fiery depths of Hades in your eyes---I also see both paths splitting up ahead at a fork & even if I knew, it's not about the ending it's about taking a walk with the woman I love ---you
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Poets
