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.
Oceania
I listen to the sound of echoes, in between the rhythm and seagulls screeching. To drown you out in the background, to tune you out and all your misdemeanors. You sail away, I cast off your ropes. I've marooned you to the middle of nowhere. I've shipped you off. Your assumptions meet your expectations. I write this in hopes one day, you will swallow your own insults. You're skilled in the art of deception and I see right through you. Your disappointments aren't mine. Why can't you face me? When all you do is see yourself. I hear the shattering of explosions, the tranquility of blind indifference. It enraptures me, in captivity, unwillingly. You're on the other side and I'm fine where I am. You fade even further away. I go into the shadows where you never stray. I'm not listening to what I've heard before. To hypocritical contradictions, to nonsense convictions. I wave good bye once again. I keep coming back to this. And it will, one day, be the last time. Long gone are the understatements of grounded wings. I am on takeoff to the lands of immortality. The mist gives way. It's been waiting for me. I dive into the vastness of the void. I jump off the precipice into the abyss of perseverance. I've come to endure. My tears will dry and my wings will expand. You've gone into the distance. You grow weaker and dimmer. I grow taller and higher. This height elevates me. You're buried in the dirt. I hear the seagulls enveloping me. The waves carry you out to sea and I'm in between all that you can't see. I listen to the wind surrounding me. To the repeat of echoes and to the scratching of vulture claws. Farewell. You are now officially dead to me
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
A Difficult Abecedarian Playlist
The Prompt Write an abecedarian poem. This is a “Difficult” Abecedarian Poem because the basic Abecedarian is a poem where every line starts with the next ascending letter “A” to “Z” but this requires that every line end with the next descending letter “Z” to “A”, so rhyme is out of the question.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
She expresses her mind, in the rarity of her eyes, the ounce of the world you would find. Strength is often expressed in gallant notions in stories and poems, such as the existence of tenacity of the core to endure, fight and combat external realms. I have read infinite poems that portray the beauty of a girl who is in love and is fiercely radiant in the emotion that drives her to the edge of eternity. The beauty of humanness is not only in the radiance of joy or sanguine emotions that emit light and shine. The luminance of moonlight comes from the moon adorned in its darkness that radiates from the beauty of the wounds and scars that it beholds on its surface.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
