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.
A Taste of Beauty
February passed bitterly. I was left alone for long hours. When the night came, it brought with it a loneliness that only the most alienated from society could understand. A deep pain settled in my chest for a brief moment, before an erratic anxiety engulfed me. I sat and sat, paralysed by grief. My limbs grew colder and my thoughts grew darker with every passing hour. I could feel myself growing older.
By Kayleigh Turner6 years ago in Poets
Zucchini
She seems to float angelicly over the rocks and sharp places of this garden. Nature is her friend singing frolicing with her for her and all around her. Awake or dreaming a fit of mental illness I can’t tell and care little to know. I’m ALIVE in this moment with her. I’m her and she is him now both are one and our fears are gone as time becomes nothing. Both our passions joined as one unstoppable being LIFE the miracle of three as one. Time returns withering all as fresh life grows new. Young love now enjoys this garden and for them it will always be new.
By NowhereMan6 years ago in Poets
