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.
Beautiful Colorful Me
You color me black, but coloring me correctly is impossible without understanding beautiful colorful me. You see, I've been blue since the purple day in May when my black face sawm up a pink canal and into a white room. My brown eyes came to rest on the red blood my mother shed to give my golden soul green pasture to chase rainbows in. Now every day my pasture or my soul ain't yellow with sun rays, sometimes you will find my soul stained with blueish-grey funk from the sky, leaving me wishing my mind could be clear as the cold raindrops that pelt my dark brown hide. So, even a color-blind child can see the blackness I wear as a badge of my pain. But to understand the complexities of me as a man your concept of my color spectrum must expand. Once color me correctly then you just may get a chance to appreciate beautiful colorful me, and show me beautiful colorful you.
By Benny Shaw5 years ago in Poets
Shades of Color
Shades of Color I used to be unable to differentiate between a dark shade of any color and pitch black. I once lost my source of light. Now, listen, now I can tell you the difference between baby blue and the sky in different hues. I can tell you the season based on the color of the leaves—even if they aren’t falling. I can probably tell you the hex number to the color of the ocean. Hell, literally hell, I can probably tell you the exact amount of contrast between the orange and yellows of the flames of hell. I know, I can pinpoint the light layers of gray in the wings of guardian angels. But my biggest of worries and my deepest concern is that my heart doesn’t have a shade, or a shine, or any attributes to color. I only saw any signs of life within itself, last time I was hurt—it wasn’t the first—but I remember vividly the gushing water in the shade of red. I choose what shades of color to identify with. I have a say to what shade will represent the eighth color of the rainbow. And i think that shade will be me. Chameleons deserve the spotlight even temporarily. Shades of colors all come with a story—stories all come with shades of color.
By Rikaury Mieses5 years ago in Poets
