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.
Do you know my pain
Do you know my pain I sat alone in the corner of the coffee shop, drinking a hot cup of coffee and staring blankly out the window. A crowd of people chattering and laughing swirled around me, but I felt numb. My mind was filled with dark thoughts, replaying painful memories on a loop.
By Ramoon Mal3 years ago in Poets
Nightmarish Undead Band, You Quiet Hourglass
Bathed in incandescent light & a shower of sprinklers, the drum thundered patternly while a mannequin sang centerstage. Shattering our neck in pendulum-like motion, it accrues within us like hellbent harmony: we can’t breathe until they stop playing.
By Mya Doerksen3 years ago in Poets
Blue
I find colours tracing the entrails of syllables and lines. There are music notes hidden beneath the vowels and periods and every little word has been used a thousand times. I associate family with weekdays, and weekdays with colours. The most calming and beautiful one writes poems for me. I wish I could wear it and hold it in the palms of my hands, to paint it over my body and dye my hair and skin the brilliant butterfly colour. Here, have some blue, calm yourself. Yellow sweaters. Turning blue-knots. Sitting silently in the crying rain. Teeth churning into milk, pooling endlessly onto the rusted rails of an old subway station named red with the Abyss. Forget-me-nots lace the tracks, resembling the liquifying amnesia I choose to forget.
By Mya Doerksen3 years ago in Poets
