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.
Happy Times
I remember how you looked at me. Eyebrow raised and a cheek lifted to give a subtle smirk. The feeling you get when you’re around me. The safety and peace of just being there. Traveling to distances far and wide for experiences that brings you closer together.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
Blood and bone as your mortar
Careless interpretations of sculpted character manipulated maliciously through the eye of a needle. Bending and shaping perspectives allowing the vision to hold, collecting the strings that drag monstrous mountains of adversity to the abyss, not withholding conscious efforts of illumination eclipsing the containment of preconceived notions, to hear all is scattered and pain-stricken. Hear the one with no echo or range, the flood engulfs the slipstreams of euphoric torture, joyously embraced, held with passion true. When the sticks they come and the stones they fall , pick them up and build a house and use blood and bone as your mortar.
By Johnny Gerbrandt5 years ago in Poets
