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.
Sensory Suffusion- Lost in You
Your beauty burned and seared my eyes like a scorching torch, leaving me blind to others. Your voice etched in my mind, an enchanting hypnotic melody that plays on repeat, and weaves me into its web, echoing like a love spell cast again and again.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Drifting in Fragments
I woke up again, no clue what time it is, but what’s time anyway—just a word, a bunch of numbers wrapped in ticking, like how my heartbeat keeps trying to chase the sun but never quite catches up. Does that even matter? The birds don’t care, they just float, fall, find the wind without asking why. And here I am, caught in thoughts that slip away like soap bubbles, too light to hold. Why do I always try to grasp what bursts? I breathe in pieces, exhale questions. Maybe the air is full of answers, but I can’t hear them over the fridge humming or the thud of my feet hitting the floor like distant thunder. I never run, though, because running means you’re going somewhere. But where? I don’t even know what "here" is. There’s something comforting in not knowing, though. Maybe it’s like being a leaf, drifting down a river, letting the current take you, trusting the rush without worrying about where it ends.
By Mohammed Mamunar Rahamn2 years ago in Poets
Mushroom Melody
The warm picked mushroom melted in my mouth like magic. My sinuses cracked and opened to the earthy odor of the autumn forest floor. A deafening silence broken by sudden sounding autumn leaves rustling. My hands grasping deeply into the moist mulching mounds sensing the earth's most fertile mushroom growing grounds. While lying on back with my eyes staring high, my sight now a vision as a high as the sky. Mgm 9/22
By Vinn Black2 years ago in Poets
