Surreal Poems
#surreal
Surreal poems, poetry describing bizarre, unexpected and dreamlike occurrences. Surreal poems exploring the creative potential of the unconscious mind. Also poetry about the Surrealist movement in art and culture.
Lucky Lucy!
It appeared to be an ordinary
Very cute maturing kitten
Everyone that saw it
Were instantly smitten
What no-one realised
The secret behind this pet
That hadn't been diagnosed yet
This puss, had been born a pup
Part shihtzu, part bulldog
The complicated op was worth
As she was able to give birth
After first canging her name
From Lucky to Lucy
Which looked nearly the same
She was at last fully feline
Later giving birth
To four pupkits (for what it's worth!)
Part Bulldog
Part Shihtzu
Part Cat ...
Very cute maturing kitten
Everyone that saw it
Were instantly smitten
What no-one realised
The secret behind this pet
That hadn't been diagnosed yet
This puss, had been born a pup
Part shihtzu, part bulldog
The complicated op was worth
As she was able to give birth
After first canging her name
From Lucky to Lucy
Which looked nearly the same
She was at last fully feline
Later giving birth
To four pupkits (for what it's worth!)
Part Bulldog
Part Shihtzu
Part Cat ...
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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Going Apeshit!
Archaic arcadian ancestors
Dwelt within their arcady
(This whilst in the OED
on Archimedes Screw!)
I also found Arcane
A secret known to a few
Accidentally rediscovered
In London Zoo
Within the monkey cage
Where-in was placed
Darwins loo!
by Jemia
Dwelt within their arcady
(This whilst in the OED
on Archimedes Screw!)
I also found Arcane
A secret known to a few
Accidentally rediscovered
In London Zoo
Within the monkey cage
Where-in was placed
Darwins loo!
by Jemia
#funny
#philosophical
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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Wild With Love
I kiss my Delilah,
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
#love
#relationships
#surreal
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Lantern In The Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
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A Letter From An Elf
"How come
You write about
Fairies, pixies, witches
Dragons, mermaids etc.?"
".What is wrong
With us elves?"
"Are you elfist?"
Signed
Alf the elf...
"Dear ELF, named Alf"
"I'm so sorry you feel
LEFt on the shELF
I blame it on mysELF
Due to poor ELF
And little wELF!
I will endeavour
In future
To be less sELFish
And more ELFish!"
by Jemia
You write about
Fairies, pixies, witches
Dragons, mermaids etc.?"
".What is wrong
With us elves?"
"Are you elfist?"
Signed
Alf the elf...
"Dear ELF, named Alf"
"I'm so sorry you feel
LEFt on the shELF
I blame it on mysELF
Due to poor ELF
And little wELF!
I will endeavour
In future
To be less sELFish
And more ELFish!"
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody #surreal
#parody #surreal
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Hops!
Into the woods
Where lay
Folk of another kind of ethereal
Who every morning
Had cornflakes
As their cereal
Although some would forage
Opting instead
For frogs legs porridge!
by Jemia
Where lay
Folk of another kind of ethereal
Who every morning
Had cornflakes
As their cereal
Although some would forage
Opting instead
For frogs legs porridge!
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#magic #surreal
#magic #surreal
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Mirrors
I went along to join a new group recently
I may of misread the details though
What i thought was a writing group of sorts
As about a dozen of us turned up
Some looked a bit long in the tooth
And a bit pale, and actually quite goth-like
So i thought okay, i'm here now,
So decided to go along for the ride
They soon started talking about bats
Which sounded quite interesting
Especially about bats in the attic
And how 8uncomfortable they found it
I thought they were concerned at their plight
But it turned out i was seriously wrong...
I may of misread the details though
What i thought was a writing group of sorts
As about a dozen of us turned up
Some looked a bit long in the tooth
And a bit pale, and actually quite goth-like
So i thought okay, i'm here now,
So decided to go along for the ride
They soon started talking about bats
Which sounded quite interesting
Especially about bats in the attic
And how 8uncomfortable they found it
I thought they were concerned at their plight
But it turned out i was seriously wrong...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#surreal
#vampires
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Catastrophic Catachresis Of A Crisis Of Identity!
I always
Identified as a cat
It was clearly obvious
That i wasn't born a cat
As i didn't spend my day
Sleeping, screwing, or licking my bum!
But i did enjoy exploring
As my curiosity
Knew no bounds
Forever seeking new experiences
Until
One fine moonlit night
I met a cat
Born a cat
We got intimate
And i got arrested
For beastiality!
by Jemia
Identified as a cat
It was clearly obvious
That i wasn't born a cat
As i didn't spend my day
Sleeping, screwing, or licking my bum!
But i did enjoy exploring
As my curiosity
Knew no bounds
Forever seeking new experiences
Until
One fine moonlit night
I met a cat
Born a cat
We got intimate
And i got arrested
For beastiality!
by Jemia
#cats
#identity
#parody
#satirical
#surreal
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Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Waiting
Many await the receding of the dark,
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Like Bertha Mason
I now sometimes see you
Dear across the big pond dwelling cousins
As the sort of cousin
One may well
Keep locked away
In a secret room
And that you never
Under any circumstances
Speak of!
But yet
The reverse could easily apply
Trump, Truss true....!
by Jemia
Dear across the big pond dwelling cousins
As the sort of cousin
One may well
Keep locked away
In a secret room
And that you never
Under any circumstances
Speak of!
But yet
The reverse could easily apply
Trump, Truss true....!
by Jemia
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#politics
#satirical
#surreal
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