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.
The Sound of the Swing
The Sound of the Swing The garden had long fallen silent. Once, it was a kingdom of chaos: shrieks of laughter, stomping feet, and the creak-creak of the wooden swing that hung from the old guava tree. Now, only the rustling of wind through dry leaves remained, whispering secrets to no one in particular.
By Shehzad Khanabout a year ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Milestones
Stones standing vigil Witness one destination Not lush adventures I’ve always been fond of the quest tale; enthralled with the idea that simply going to look for the Holy Grail was worthwhile even if you didn’t find it. Milestones are important measures–Hell, I have an entire business plan built out with month over month metrics I need to aim for in this writing endeavor, but it’s important to remember that, while they’re undeniably important, milestones often end up as dull bits of stone along the much wider road. Let them be your guides, not your destinations. The list of places to go in life always ends at six feet under. Take a second and enjoy the spaces in between.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
