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.
Twixt & Tween Seems Mean
The Challenge: All Night Long - This challenge asks you to create a story or poem that spans a whole night. What happens? How do you make it through to dawn? But here’s the twist: you must not use the words “light”, “day”, “night” nor “dark”.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Impious Grudge
I've rewritten history. Self-preservation became a lifestyle. I've escaped barbaric entrapment. From mouth gags and tongue suppressors to articulation and fierce bravado. I take delight in taking back my power. I spend more time howling at the moon than barking at my own despair. You're not worth my hesitation anymore. It was sacrilege to defy your orders. It was impious to disregard your laws. I learned to live in pieces to conform to your whims. Blindfolded and being led by the blind clergy. Clarity was a gift I had to fight to give to myself. All that lay sacred was sacrificed in the wake of your departure. You were revered until I lost all respect for you. All my trials were Sisyphean because you were still here to impede them. It was impiety that forced you out of my life. This level of mutual destruction was built on an empire of immorality. I had to pay for your sins because you couldn't afford the price. Your godliness was an illusion. My blasphemy was a grudge you couldn't take. I carried all of your misdemeanors as you watched me falter. You claimed my doubt made me a heathen. My skepticism was of my own doing. I've renounced from this apostasy because there is no proof of your holiness. My faith is no longer your concern. I've defected and you can't locate me anymore. You couldn't believe in the amount of heresy I had reserved for you. I've rewritten history and took my future away from you selfish hands. I've chosen impiety to make myself pure again. Your wreckage lies dead at my feet. This grudge will not last forever but it will keep me safe for now. I'm more formidable than you could possibly comprehend. I'm prioritizing myself because I have to. The muzzle is off and the silence is forgotten. The censorship has been lifted. Your futile attempts to suppress me have been in vain. You have failed. The truth prevails.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
