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.
Chaotic
Chaotic Now - No rest.. what’s sleep ? Lazy feet.. Still dancing it all out to my own off beat.. Skin so thin.. Thoughts are weak.. Where do I rank ? Should I complete ? Pouring out emotions till she springs a leak.. Dripping off her coming out shear and sleek..
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets
Still Breathing
Slow inhale. Long exhale. I stare into your cold dead eyes as you lay before me your lifeless corpse just as beautiful as it was when you lived I breathe upon you and you blink. Not possible! I seen the life leave your earthly body I seen the light leave your eyes I seen you leave me... You lift up and stand before me and open your mouth then speak. At first you make sounds like a wounded bird cooing then I hear the brut words ''Never will I go.'' My body freezes this cannot be truth I feel a sharp painless jab then I drop before you. Now you stare into my cold dead eyes... Slow... inhale long... exhale.
By Natasha Marie Aguirre5 years ago in Poets
