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.
Mind Over Matter
So something about me and how I write is that it only happens sporadically and when it does, it all comes out at once. These poems just seem to spill out of me quickly within a couple minutes and I usually make very few edits. I don't force myself to write (probably why I never get better haha!) and I try not to change or edit what falls onto the page unless it's a spelling or syllable errors. It surprises me how it seems to come out in correct rhythem and rhyme. Many times as song lyrics. Anyway.. this spilled out of me one night in 2015 when I was lost in thought dwelling on that familiar arch enemy of mine... my mental addiction that creeps around and never leaves me.
By Seth Carter3 years ago in Poets
LIFE in a Smooth Sail!
That was when I was young, with innocence falling upon coffins; for others to mock on Crucially so, this is when a rough ruffler was called upon, and with his two fold follies, he dug up graves —into which, I was casually thrown!Not so much as in reality, my presence, as it is —not much to be seen, with no trace of it’s formerly, was completely gone.. Then on, tacitly tearing a sense so common, left to tatters, that in which, I had claimed all as my very own —was all gone ! Then abhorring the senselessness which hopscotched my soul as some evildoers pun …Perhaps there, the WILL—the bread n butter of my sustenance —kick- balled me to a powerless 🏃♀️ run! But….Seemingly determined, reveling me into a person: in actuality, I was overrun! Perhaps ,That WILL which did well to distill my deaths’ —mocking return— had again—gradually overturned! And there , For there— in the grave lay stand still, that heaven’s injustice, all smoothly wrapped up with all its ills burnt.Then, ‘Twas a total inversion of the deep faith; As all had turned into a tragedy and reckoned into a nothingness of none Yes, it all came up as an illusion; an oblivion smooth; smoothly sagacious; sailing smooth on every turn ! And here, over smooth seas, this savage life when so dastardly and daringly runs; Much so much as to yield, to seek, it so quickly churns,Mixing one day with another, milking each day worse than the other; ultimately, it turns, all into ☝️ one! And in this course ,it shrouds up in face, like a thistle twisted upon a full fledged frown, Thence—Onwards trickles this Crushing calm , halting those trembling tears -that —smoothly roll on — so long !That in which we expect one thing, altogether another gets pushed around! Further on….Those quivers on lips, bent over as holdings, for some grandly staged songAnd as to one whimper, a cry stills in silence —as if, like a tyrant’s sign, it all rises up on a twilight dawn Thereupon, Beheld upon those moments, a gale unnoticed , rustles by, on it’s own ; yes, appearing unseen as an aged-out worn, For to- day, fully and surely, onwards it rushes , all out, through this remotest townLook ! It’s all unhinged, yet at lengthS breaking —those heartstrings, held to hopes —so far gone ! Then, Buried in sorrow, and journeying thro’ this grandly-vested -ribbed-out-gown—A mercy affixes in one track service, plunging down the throat as some recurrent moan! A throb then takes over it’s triumphal throttle, and stops at nothing unfinished; all closed up as ——-long withdrawn ——O ! Lo! Behold! where do those wanderings lead thee on , O! Halt! Ye breathing calm as idled woe drifts away in a sad song, Of those highs mixed with lows on some slumbering ground , O! there ,a treble warbles in lutes so, so, far too long,Within time echoing it’s celestial whispers as gently as it cruises along! Such so, set on Smooth sails some Souls move on! Guessing ?! This is how human nature copes to live by, wailing those miseries thro’ verses hidden in some sorrowful songs .. Oh! Look 👀 a singer is born ! There, UnSeen to the visible , dwellS in a vain valor, a soul distantly sitting afar -all alone And to it’s quiet stretches bequeathing all over those deserted pastoral lawns; Thriving upon those tufted meadows all so roughly grown !Hitherto, all that its worth, and all that’s sought, gets taken, gets sunken, So, ‘tis a lil ... no , no , a lot is gone ! And before life pulls through onwards; whereof, when it beguiles to a final abscond…A Parting with no traces, no marks and no nothing, accents to a noiseless haunt O! Look! therein descends another silent tonestill mastering to speak, though, smoothly—but, long dead on it's tongueO! Much as a frantic indignation to be tattered till it gets totally torn, And as things get bypassed as daunting shadows to another of those —early morns…..So, forthwith, believing in the ardent good, I think the big easy life has been run on —full on, Thence, Placing blushing honors unto stonesAs these death bells which thence —smoothly —dell on ! Lo! Behold!For a better curse which chases in persistence, prances herein, for so long,Whenever sentience bends above these mild sleeps; until the substance in soul has fully sown Yea, illuming the abyss , this innermost spirit rises to a lofty place, somewhere unknown…For over a tomb within those mossy planes It’s in blooms I lay finally grown ... far thrown ! And while the bells from the temple sprinkle holy laurels over the graced sounds O! Such everlasting are those evergreens —standing alone, as stalwarts in stately forms! And as in all , as lasting in forever, this elegy gets stamped-marked on—THAT cemented ground And as Much as a settled soul, my essence in presence has been fully sown —transformed! Yet again, in transition, an eternal glory, still majestically moves on; Coffined to a grave into those depths —quite unknown ! Then suddenly, lost ever to all appearances —like the emperors’s new clothes—I am gone ! It’s all gone ... Yea’! gliding in bathetic shifts, it’s s all gone , all gone , all gone ... bidding adieus , far from this sunny hearth - bidding it’s last farewells, it’s all gone ....Then ….Those sweet smiles fade away, Tending to tears that reveled around ,With afflictions on mortals “his grace ,” has been finally shown ! Pouring over mansions of grief, he from up above showers supposed relief; As in mercies thrown in good grace, unto his chosen ones ! There, with full expectant eyes you may ask — Why does his charity so uniquely usher in relief as showers thrown ?! Why , redeeming us, O! in such a belief, Will it so rush on? Of what worth is this barter when heaven’s glory on earth—pays a heavy price to every Ounce ! For what calls us to live for this suffering from birth into times —smoothly races in a deathly bounce ; that which abounds all around! For whom we put our hearts on fire , by whom all owned is counted to a legions amount! As if, hastily calling us for summons, in grace or to a winning approval for our “worldly worth,” to be finally announced Is this life so pronounced ? yes , it’s this sweet life —smoothly sailing with it’s renewed intensity , just affirming itself, back to pounce ! So scattered unshrinkingly to every service of the heart , to every mind toiling hard , in recurring resets — in times, it all rebounds ‘Coz light is the mirth which rises quickly, ascending the swollen girth to a dance and pounce ...In it’s sheer evanescence, it gets up, dresses up, for yet another —naked truth to be reborn Yes , erasing this existence which makes false claims and thereupon , It shall be newly BORN ....And as in the consequence for those who walk those paths unbound, Failing to fetch me at first ,my maker, keeps me , thusly, so spellbound ! Yet this journey which invariably accompanies me from birth to rebirth , affirmatively says — Come, slide smooth and pass on; until all stages are over and your pithy works are all done —until then, MOVE ON!
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Poets
Self Affirmation or Self Destruction
When it comes to the art of consolation, the human race takes the trophy home. Our ability to find a reason to justify some of our pathetic habits is quite refined. I'll jump right into it. When it comes to love and friendship, it's common for us to say, "I want someone who loves me for who I am and if who I am is not enough then they do not deserve me" or something in the lines of that ... you get my point! Maybe some do stop to consider what that trully means but, I definitely did not! I always looked at the outcome of such a situation from one point of view. It was always "they don't deserve me because I'm too good" and never " they don't deserve me because they are too good" ...selfish, proud or self-centered, the adjectives fit to describe such a thought are endless. It wasn't until a friend of mine asked me if I am good enough to be someone's perfect companion, romantic or platonic. That one hit me! It's always "I want this and that "and never "do they want what I am?" For the sake of self preservation and building self esteem I affirm myself, tell myself I am enough as I am and that it's okay to not be prefect. I am in no way saying that I should not...I'm just worried that that acceptance is what leads to stunted growth. Too comfortable with the imperfections because I'm deluded that either way the slipper will fit. Well it will.Problem is it will either end up too small for you or your feet will be too small for it.Why? Because misery attracts misery. That comfort zone of I am enough regardless will pull in an 'I am enough regardless' flock and then who will I blame when the glass slipper is not like cinderella's? Self affirmation, self love or whatever is good and all... but unlike the me of one hour ago, do not let it tone you down and hold you back from being the best version of yourself. Anyways, intrusive thoughts can be enlightening when they are not encouraging you to act like a witch doctor in an uber.
By Eastern Twelve3 years ago in Poets
