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.
Poetic Sorrow and Drunkenness
In the tavern's dim-lit haze, I drown in sorrow's sea, A drunkard lost in memories, aching, can't find ease. Each glass, a bitter refuge, each sip a silent plea, To wash away the sadness, to set my spirit free. But in the amber liquid, I find no sweet release, For sorrow's grip grows tighter, and never seems to cease. I stumble through the darkness, in this drunken daze, Searching for some solace, longing for brighter days. Oh, how the night is endless, and my heart is torn, As I chase away the shadows, in a world forlorn. The stars above, they twinkle, but I can't see the skies, For in this sea of sadness, all that's left are cries. Yet, I'll keep on drinking, till the dawn breaks through, Hoping that someday, I'll find some peace anew. For even in my sorrow, in this endless night, I'll cling to fading hope, till morning's gentle light.
By Javel samuels3 years ago in Poets
A sentense
He hasn’t lived who hasn’t died because the proof is in the pudding - it is annoying and off-putting so take whatever comes in stride and stop complaining of congestions and jams and all that other strife because on roundabouts of life some answers come before the questions and it’s for you to figure out the ever-changing traffic patterns, don’t rush to blow out the lantern if you are stuck or are in doubt; relax and just enjoy the ride - he hasnt lived who hasn’t died.
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
