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.
Yellow. Winner of True Colors Challenge. Finalist in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Free Verse Poetry.
Curls I cut from my brother’s baby head when I am five and jealous. The light that hits a river bank in Yosemite when I am seven and my family is still a family. The carriage my father pulls behind his bike where my brother and I nap with our helmets slapping together when we hit a bump. The inside of a peach. The sickly stage of a bruise. The beads I admire as they swing from my friends neck. I’d like to own a mala like that, I think, as I climb onto the back of the borrowed motorcycle, burning the inside of my calf on the exhaust. Later another friend will tell me to pee on it to relieve the burn. Later, a monkey will watch me do this, like even he knows—only for jellyfish. After that my lover and me, we howl as we ride a motorcycle over the dirt road along a cliff, feeling that no moment has ever been more adventurous or romantic. We hit a stone and I fly through the air laughing. I bloody my knees. It leaves a scar. Later when I loose him it will hurt worse but leave no mark on my skin.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”5 years ago in Poets
Blue And Bright
Blue is how the beginning of 2020 made me feel with all the sickness and lost my body took so much of course. Blue from being hospitalized from covid thinking that this is the end. Seeing so many people down the hall from me dying thinking I’m next. Getting sent home I thought it was my death sentence.
By Ayanna Dore5 years ago in Poets
