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.
Eyes That Define Me
If I were to show you my vision of heaven I would paint my daughters eyes on the back of your eyelids so every time you closed them you would not see the darkness but a beauty so unique, only God could define them...cause if you look real close you can see HIS light in the golden hue mixed between her fathers green and my fathers blue, there’s a hint of almond brown where my mother shines through, but still yet not a color I have found to describe them to you.
By LaDawn Denney5 years ago in Poets
Colorgasm
This morning as I awoke, first I heard birds. Eyes still closed, pausing before the day, I listened closely and pictured the birds like colored flying flowers, flowing into my being in the form of sound. Delicious sounds of honored winged creatures filled my thoughts with melodic colors. Eyes still closed, I awakened more and more as I savored the orangy red, the soft cool blue, and the yellowy green until they filled me and began to seep out through my eyes, in the shape of colored drops of living love. Soon, I was rocking in a soothing hammock of colors, where I swayed for a while until an awakening drive-for-more, gently lifted my lids and awakened my hands. Seeing with eyes that now knew how to see, I peered into the new day, where the colors were so bright that I could taste their delicious juices. And there beyond, a warm vitality-filled body of a world waited for me, called to me, desired for me to dive into the warm music of this day. Today then immediately came, with the communion of this threesome; color and sound, and I. Color is the song of life. It invited me in, and I have entered dancing to its sound.
By Victoria Reyes5 years ago in Poets
