Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:40pm
Yesterday 4:40pm
Piem (Ode to the first 100 decimal places of pi)
Now...
I hope I write something to remind
brain and voice together (unaligned)
develop mnemonics for pi—
its decimals have passed by!
Digits make the odd, unending row
in totally haphazard order;
bravissimo!
So numerous,
humorous;
look, I recognise doubles -
a couple - advancing!
Say, "Enchantée!" "Delighted!";
the doubled nines a-bromancing.
Other decimals, to underscore,
undertake hijacks,
give lifehacks;
what, more?
Hello... wandering in now,...
I hope I write something to remind
brain and voice together (unaligned)
develop mnemonics for pi—
its decimals have passed by!
Digits make the odd, unending row
in totally haphazard order;
bravissimo!
So numerous,
humorous;
look, I recognise doubles -
a couple - advancing!
Say, "Enchantée!" "Delighted!";
the doubled nines a-bromancing.
Other decimals, to underscore,
undertake hijacks,
give lifehacks;
what, more?
Hello... wandering in now,...
#surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 8:44pm
4th Apr 2025 8:44pm
Lexicographical Interdependence
Day 1: one-syllable words;
Day 2: two-letter words;
Day 3: three-letter words;
Day 4: what could this mean?
Spotting the pattern, said he,
"I'm looking forward to the later rounds...!"
She replied,
"as if I'm going to keep this up for a month!
They take hours, and aren't that good!
Here are my self-imposed criteria;
I urge you to give it a go!"
"Oh," said he,
"you have to do one with 15-letter words,
that's only halfway!"
"Shut up, David!" ...
Day 2: two-letter words;
Day 3: three-letter words;
Day 4: what could this mean?
Spotting the pattern, said he,
"I'm looking forward to the later rounds...!"
She replied,
"as if I'm going to keep this up for a month!
They take hours, and aren't that good!
Here are my self-imposed criteria;
I urge you to give it a go!"
"Oh," said he,
"you have to do one with 15-letter words,
that's only halfway!"
"Shut up, David!" ...
#FeelingLost
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:26pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:26pm
III
One day (was May),
men lax for tax
won max; got sax,
but nay, not pay!
Yet now, see how
you try and fly;
all eye the sky—
say "wow!"; ask "how?"
Why did her kid
(yon coy, shy boy)
get foy new toy?
Mum hid his lid!
Fey kit did fit;
gal rap our map.
Big tap, bad zap—
had wit; she hit!
men lax for tax
won max; got sax,
but nay, not pay!
Yet now, see how
you try and fly;
all eye the sky—
say "wow!"; ask "how?"
Why did her kid
(yon coy, shy boy)
get foy new toy?
Mum hid his lid!
Fey kit did fit;
gal rap our map.
Big tap, bad zap—
had wit; she hit!
#funny
#surreal
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:00pm
2nd Apr 2025 2:00pm
ii
Yo!
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us....
Hi!
If it is on, we go in.
Is it on? It IS on!
So, in we go!
Do go on.
Is he up?
Do it—
he is an ex!
Oh.
So be it.
Aw!
An op, OK?
Ya.
OW!
Is Ma or Pa by me?
My Ma. My Pa.
Er, we go to be.
Ha ha ha.
Mm hm...
da de da,
la de da,
ta ti ta!
As mu is of nu,
mi of pi;
ye go by
on an ox.
To go at it
in an ax,
oi, um... sh!
Ho ho ho.
Ah! Am on it.
It is so... EW!
It is by us....
#funny
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Sunny Eyes
Sunny eyes beam through this storm of fury.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
Alone
I am alone within the remote regions of my mind.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
Rain On Her Lips
Oh, that morning dew on her lips.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
#love
#relationships
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 4:39pm
8th Mar 2025 4:39pm
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:35pm
11th Feb 2025 7:35pm
Nighttime
The time of night!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
#dark
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#surreal
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