Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:55am
Yesterday 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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:24pm
11th Feb 2025 7:24pm
Eyes Cloudy
Eyes once bright with sunlight.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
#breakup
#depression
#love
#sadness
#surreal
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 00:20am
3rd Feb 2025 00:20am
under Themes I’ve put surreal, but it’s really nonsense
you say living in the past isn’t good,
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
My Poetic Knife
Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
Masking Death With Life
The death mask laid upon my face
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
Destiny Blinded by the Fog of Psychosis
I will find the way.
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
#dark
#FeelingLost
#hell
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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