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.
Fetid Child
I was a lost child in denial, a wicked reptile, kin to crocodiles. Problems stockpiled while demons dogpiled any consideration, wisdom, and contemplation with hatred, fear, and hesitation.
OneWithPenPublished 9 months ago in Poetshungry guy (2)
I pour it in the pan and let it cook for a little bit. Then put a top over it and once it's half cooked, then I put the cheese on and put the top back on then, I'll take the top off and flip the omelet in half. After that is done I then put it on the plate, take it to the kitchen table, and throw down. I don't remember the last time I had an omelet, but this was like a trip to heaven. I really needed this. I wonder what I'm going to make tomorrow morning.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poetshungry guy (1)
I’m hungry but I really don't know what I want to eat. I think I'm going to get some omelets. I need all the ingredients to make them first though. Let me go check in the fridge and see if I got them. All I really need is some eggs. About two or three. And some cheddar cheese. It can be shredded or in slices. I put some oil in the pan and turn it up to a little more than medium heat. I stir the eggs in a bowl, put some salt in some onions and stir it up.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poetslace 'em up
I can't believe I stubbed my toe last night. I was walking down to the kitchen last night because I was extremely parched. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and your mouth is dry? Yeah, well that's me almost every other night. So I'm walking slowly downstairs because the whole house is pitch black. I use my hands to guide me by holding them out in front of me. Once I know I'm near the kitchen doorway, I go for the light switch and stub my toe on the fridge. Holding myself back from screaming.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poetspitch black
I can't believe I stubbed my toe last night. I was walking down to the kitchen last night because I was extremely parched. You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and your mouth is dry? Yeah, well that's me almost every other night. So I'm walking slowly downstairs because the whole house is pitch black. I use my hands to guide me by holding them out in front of me. Once I know I'm near the kitchen doorway, I go for the light switch and stub my toe on the fridge. Holding myself back from screaming.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in PoetsVampiric
I want to sink my teeth into the weak points on your skin and Lap up the blood and dreams and desires from inside Your delicate arteries.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 9 months ago in Poetshandle with care
10. The time has come. He finally gets to my desk to evaluate my egg. I gave him my report on how it was to take care of Eggy. He looked at me with a stern eye. I was keeping it cool though. I couldn’t break or else he would know I was lying about that really being the original Eggy. He picks my egg up and looks at the stamp. He gave my paper back with a zero. He knew I switched the egg from how one of the lines on the original stamp was missing. Rest in peace, Eggy.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poetshandle with care
9. I get off the bus and take a deep breath. I have a slight doubt in my mind that I’ll get caught by my teacher. My classmates and I walk into class ready to be evaluated. Some of them actually kept their egg children intact. And some of them just straight told our teacher that their eggs were either lost, broken, or eaten. When he was doing rounds, he was getting closer and closer to my desk. My heart was pounding through my chest. I was lowkey sweating a little bit. But kept it cool, calm, and collected. Game time.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poetshandle with care
8. I left the egg in my room overnight. That way my teacher wouldn't know it had been chilling in the fridge. My drawn on stamp was still looking sharp. I actually think I might get away with this. I take my shower and brush my teeth. Get dressed and get ready to go to the bus stop. Just like the other day, I'm on my P's and Q's. No horseplay. Although, many would think it's unlikely my classmates would be rowdy at 7 in the morning. You would be surprised though. I really hope I get away with this.
Robbie BalePublished 9 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
BRIANNA II
Captivating and statuesque Born of darkness and deception Piercing eyes like fiery crystals Searing in your direction
- Content Warning
Masterpiece of His Abuse
So the bells toll So all will know His time has come His will be done As the moon rises They lift their disguises Dance until the dawn
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in Poets A Bridge Too Far?
When it broke I didn't know it and the maps all told the story and I see them now. It's made to break you burn you, shake you.
Big DreamsPublished 9 months ago in Poets