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.
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Sometimes, I’m afraid of making bad art. Art that disrespects the artform. As if the artform has some platonic standard that must be met. There are days when I don’t think I have the skillset to meet that ideal. Where I am all aspiration but no ability.
Tarik MurrellPublished 7 months ago in PoetsMatthew Finish
i made it all in grayscale sucked out every other single colour it had and now there is void in its eyes i made a silly little insignificance
- Top Story - October 2023
Oxygenated [Part 2]
Let me sink into still water, at last, moisture as the ocean’s fury pooling below my heart and around my feet.
Mackenzie DavisPublished 7 months ago in Poets The Lungs
Kelly was her name a small girl sitting by a small lake surrounded by a open field. Her hair was white, a pure bleach color that blended with the sun as it flowed into the blinding view she would always dip her muddy feet in not that it helped much she cleaned herself at home for that.
Artist of procedurePublished 7 months ago in PoetsIt's too Spicy
Reality is a burning spice; difficult to fully swallow.
Moth
The candle has basilisk eyes. I am frozen, Mesmerized. My rusalka lives in flame; She will drown me In the flood of her red hair.
Stitches.
A jutting break, like scavenged glass taken from the eyes to reflect the void in all it’s breath-taking, raging repercussions, sliding down
a shifting line.
It’s a shifting line, a curvature of the spine, no matter how I set my card houses anew I never seem to be able to keep them
Being adoptive whilst thinking about it when your 20
When I say I have an aptitude for emotions, what I mean is that I can divulge deep into my pessimistic outlooks. Although when I am depressed I am often not in the mood for anything, and that includes thinking. My thinking is obsolete, as I have no stimulation going on other than mindlessly watching a show I have scheduled for myself to binge. Sometimes I read as I have simultaneously set a goal for myself to educate my mind a little more to feel stimulated. It feels ridiculous to trap yourself in a room sometimes, but this is a normal thing for me as I have felt this way since I was seven. I had a brain test of some sort once and they diagnosed me with some sort of disorder where I do not metabolize serotonin like the rest of the world. I sincerely and utterly will always blame it on my birth mom.
Aubrie BellePublished 7 months ago in PoetsRipe for the Picking
Golden apple, ripe, juicy Like a worm you devoured inside me Irreparable by time Slowly I rot away Tragedy, no escape Ground below I fall
SUZETTE DRUMMONDSPublished 7 months ago in PoetsLittle Girl
You took my innocence Forever changed I drown A ray of sunshine through the dark clouds When will the rain stop When will the dark clouds fade away
SUZETTE DRUMMONDSPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRemnants and Refuse II
What did you expect from this ending my friend... did you think that life wouldn't bounce back or that it wasn't as resilient as you might have assumed?
Meggen OlsonPublished 7 months ago in Poets