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.
Entering the new kingdom
I am infinite. So are you. I give and I will take. Are you with me? I turn my back on the burning ship we sailed to get here. There is no going back because we must endure moving forward. It is within every atom of my existence that I must conquer myself and arise. I see now how blind a man can become if allowed to suffocate in the gallows. I wipe the blood from my mouth. I feel the dirt beneath my fingernails. A reminder of the mud I came from. I smell the burning fields of pain and its wretched truths of unlimited decay. I do not falter though. I keep focus on the must. That which doesn't end me will know my name.
By Samuel Bitner6 years ago in Poets
Recognition and the Right Thing
A virtuous act does not go unnoticed. Just not praised. There is no need, if you do something out of the kindness in your heart, you do not seek affirmation for the deed. You do it because it is right and just. Though you are usually humbled right away.
By Derek Dyer6 years ago in Poets
