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.
StarLight
While the illumination of science seemed to cast a dark shadow on ignorance~ I found that the mysterious mysticism, velvet void of the occult remained as the only curiosity in the sky*My mind whittled down to a fine point by all the riddles of the shaman~ Some days felt as an entire year while others would pass in an instant*Time became a matter of emotional perception^I found perseverance a valuable vice~''Be careful..'' the elders would say, ''As you traverse the thin ice of life'' I busied myself with distractions unending~ Searching for fulfillment in another- my heart & mind never truly satisfied*It was then I turned to the waves and indeed found light*Laughing at my own reflection in an endless sea, My truth had to come in doses~ Otherwise I would not have believed...
By Nathaniel Porter8 years ago in Poets
Gibberish Limerick
The first verse of this limerick was originally written in 2014 while the second verse was written in September 2017, with the final three verses composed in October 2017. Verse one is the original, while the new verses were all composed specifically for this publication.
By Sapphire Ravenclaw8 years ago in Poets
My Last Candle
I had a room full of candles. Kept me seeing. When I fell. All the candles blew out. I didn't mean to do it. It just. All crashed at once. I promise you I'm looking for the lighter to relight the candles. But I only have the one on the floor. It's sad that the wax from that one glued it to the floor. It'll only last so long. I didn't see that until it was the only one. I'm so sorry. I can still feel the presence of the other ones. I can almost feel the heat. But I'm scared of where to step. I don't know anymore. I can't see. I gave up on looking. As I sat in front of the last candle. Crying. Trying to cherish the moments of enlightenment. I slowly watch the flame die each minute. I don't know how long I have. Before I no longer see what I need to. I just sit. Crying. I've cried so much I let a tear fall on the flame. I forgot how close I was. Now. I just sit in silence. And I'm scared. I don't know how to get out. I'm just. I'm just gonna sit here. Maybe if I close my eyes. It'll go away.
By Korra Mystery8 years ago in Poets
