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.
Voice
The creature on my shoulder eats my words. Dips at my voice with a hummingbird sticky, sipper’s tongue. I am the one who frames my thoughts, guides them into life with my teeth and tender lips. It is the one who feasts. Snatches every notion. Gulps them, oyster-like, without tasting. Doesn’t seem to care for flavours. Words in anger, words in love. Words in pain or fear or joy. All my words, it catches. Of screaming too, it snatches, wriggling with pleasure. Gorged on my voice, it grows, and I fall silent.
By Lauren Everdellabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Don't Leave
Take me back, To the day, When you said "I LOVE YOU" When you held my hand, And I suppressed the tears weld up In my eyes... Take me back to the moment, When you held my heart in your hands... My pride smiled, When you cried... I layed my head on your shoulder, I was thinking something only you would know... I whispered "Kiss Me" And with our last smooch, I didn't want to let go... You cried and I tried to comfort your pain, when I Lifed your head, I seen the tears in your eyes... My pride was washed to the side, I didn't want to go, But I had to leave... Take me back to the day, When I couldn't breathe- When you said, You Love Me...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 14 hours ago in Poets
Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
By Anna Torresabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Love is not supposed to hurt
I reach for you, blindly in the dark. The initial moment where our hands meet is where lies my heart. I was the book no one else could read. You are the tourniquet for the cut from which I bleed. You keep the anxiety at bay. You are all the silent words I cannot say. I was the frightened animal that refused to be touched. Because of you, laughter is a must. Don't ask me what took years to learn. I was afraid to break, I was afraid to burn. I wasted eons pretending not to be distraught. I got used to the battles I had fought and lost. You became a haven for me, safe and warm. I have shelter now that will keep me dry from the storm. You are the precious sanctuary I seek. A steeple at the top of the mountain peak. I've ascended high with you at my side. My salvation lies where you and I come alive. A cathedral with open doors and open arms. I've asked for redemption and refuge where I remain unharmed. You are the blessing I was not prepared for. The invisible string that always allowed something more. I doubted why the universe brought me here. The lack of control was what I always feared. I ran out of curses for my own shame. I missed the misery because it was all that remained. You are the light that erupts brightly over the horizon. You are the anchor that kept me intact when there was none. I know nothing about fate or its sentiments. All I know is you're here with me and it makes perfect sense. I never had any hope or faith until you came along. You became the asylum in this epic love song. A secure place for me to evolve as I heal. You are everything I always wanted to feel. You are the calm waters leading me to peace. My reprieve that glues me back together, piece by piece. I'm headed back to the stars where there are no more words. You taught me that love is not supposed to hurt
By Anna Torresabout 22 hours ago in Poets
