Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
PAR
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 4:18pm
29th Feb 2024 4:18pm
Symphony of artichokes
As if it were about listening to sticks,
she swirled free over the pannels,
stormy in emerald bread.
The invisible notes rose in the air,
each soft chord eats the breeze,
echoing among the bestial flakes.
The sun, maestro, reacted to the spectacle,
painting eyes in tones of leather and flesh,
as he lassoed himself with the wind.
There in the hustle and bustle of heights,
the soul contracted its secret trespass,
woven between the ureter and the uterus.
she swirled free over the pannels,
stormy in emerald bread.
The invisible notes rose in the air,
each soft chord eats the breeze,
echoing among the bestial flakes.
The sun, maestro, reacted to the spectacle,
painting eyes in tones of leather and flesh,
as he lassoed himself with the wind.
There in the hustle and bustle of heights,
the soul contracted its secret trespass,
woven between the ureter and the uterus.
#surreal
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DecipherMe
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 11:11pm
21st Sep 2023 11:11pm
New Records
Summery blankets of dough
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
kneaded over plates of sinking storm
scented in petrichor.
The rising illuminating competence
consummates tropical dreary.
Eating clouds is a pasttime.
The trees mellow.
I was a green man
with the face of a willow.
The fall maple invokes me.
I gush sap.
Sappy, sweet story.
In the sun, I am happy.
Feel me down.
The summery blankets of dough
taste better now.
The storm sinks from the face to the gulf.
In the late of the night,
I am...
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
#surreal #PersonalGrowth
188 reads
2 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
16th Sep 2023 7:04am
16th Sep 2023 7:04am
Dream Logic
#lust
#sex
#dreams #surreal
#dreams #surreal
274 reads
11 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 1:14am
4th Jun 2023 1:14am
upon rodents and soap operas and nowt ..
rats and humanity have been
in opposition since the year
dot was declared dead on
eastenders or even quite
possibly before what the f#ck are
you on about ..
in opposition since the year
dot was declared dead on
eastenders or even quite
possibly before what the f#ck are
you on about ..
#surreal
144 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2023 00:56am
2nd Apr 2023 00:56am
you can over think things
don’t know if anything I need to sit down on a chair, but then what if it isn’t ?
#surreal
120 reads
1 Comment
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 4:54pm
31st Mar 2023 4:54pm
2/18/23 #2
You are a stick
Of new gum
Watermelon
Flavor crystals
Never wears out
Always fun to chew
Get lost in the giant
Bubbles
FLOAT AND POP
Of new gum
Watermelon
Flavor crystals
Never wears out
Always fun to chew
Get lost in the giant
Bubbles
FLOAT AND POP
#food
#surreal
#symbolism
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Feb 2023 1:25am
9th Feb 2023 1:25am
surrealist bookshop
I went there once he got over
the shock he said can I help
you of course were not there so I answered well probably not
the shock he said can I help
you of course were not there so I answered well probably not
#surreal
194 reads
1 Comment
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 10:36am
3rd Feb 2023 10:36am
Imaginary Friends
~ Written on the 27th of September 2008 ~~
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#surreal
437 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Dec 2022 11:50am
13th Dec 2022 11:50am
Supermarket
I have the lint
of your words
under my skin.
I have the lint
of your presence
in the vacuum bag.
The vacuum of you
fills the space between
the strands of my hair.
Your body rests
silently under my bed.
I have to add plastic bags
to the shopping list.
PAR
of your words
under my skin.
I have the lint
of your presence
in the vacuum bag.
The vacuum of you
fills the space between
the strands of my hair.
Your body rests
silently under my bed.
I have to add plastic bags
to the shopping list.
PAR
#forgiveness
#redemption
#surreal
305 reads
6 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 4:58pm
20th Nov 2022 4:58pm
Something Fishy for the Weekend
vizfish
#unicorns
#surreal
166 reads
11 Comments
DiaryoftheNow
Poem Published
1st Nov 2022 11:41am
1st Nov 2022 11:41am
Orthogonal Chance
When your pale skin touches a fervent glance,
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
When gardens grow in my pupils like string,
I will recall an orthogonal chance,
The one where the ego tasted death’s sting.
Rotten flesh filled the deep sleeping bedroom,
I danced in hell’s gallows as the smoke rose,
Omens rang out like a Locrian doom;
Like a megaphone made of syrinx’s woes.
Though I still dream of those sassafras sighs;
Though the asylum of musty breath remains;
Though I am undone by what it denies;
Though you can still see the indigo stains:
I must...
#breakup
#surreal
#symbolism #oppression
#symbolism #oppression
274 reads
3 Comments
Sybil_StarWitch
Poem Published
9th Oct 2022 2:41am
9th Oct 2022 2:41am
No Way Home
The mists,
Closing in about...
The woods darkly kissed!
Deepening doubt...
Claws slashing!
Flaying flesh from bone.
Tendrils lashing,
And no way home.
Reality crashing!
Closing in about...
The woods darkly kissed!
Deepening doubt...
Claws slashing!
Flaying flesh from bone.
Tendrils lashing,
And no way home.
Reality crashing!
#dark
#scary
#monsters
#surreal
#horror
545 reads
12 Comments
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