Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 11:45pm
26th Apr 2024 11:45pm
Many masks
We are wearing many masks
Many faces, such a task
We are warping an illusion
Through many realms and much delusion
Let there be no confusion
This life we have all choosen
To be part of such illusion
We lose our minds but keep on choosing
Now what here takes your fancy
In this here reality
Tell me what you can sense and see
Trapped inside our own paralyses
Through these spaces and this rhyme
We are playing all the time
With our words and with these sounds
Makes one wonder if we’re real
Many faces, such a task
We are warping an illusion
Through many realms and much delusion
Let there be no confusion
This life we have all choosen
To be part of such illusion
We lose our minds but keep on choosing
Now what here takes your fancy
In this here reality
Tell me what you can sense and see
Trapped inside our own paralyses
Through these spaces and this rhyme
We are playing all the time
With our words and with these sounds
Makes one wonder if we’re real
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
#surreal #TruthOfLife
#surreal #TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 6:51pm
25th Apr 2024 6:51pm
Gnaw
Can I be your dinner?
Would you eat me raw?
Cover me in salt and pepper
At my body you should gnaw!
I’ve heard flesh tastes quite good actually
I’m veggie, so even better for your gut too
Season me with all the spices
All those condiments, please do
Sizzle me in that frying pan
Have me medium rare
I may not quite fit in your oven mate
But atleast I come with personal flair
I may not be your favourite meal
Can’t say I’ve ever tried human myself!
Atleast give me a good go though
Who knows, maybe...
Would you eat me raw?
Cover me in salt and pepper
At my body you should gnaw!
I’ve heard flesh tastes quite good actually
I’m veggie, so even better for your gut too
Season me with all the spices
All those condiments, please do
Sizzle me in that frying pan
Have me medium rare
I may not quite fit in your oven mate
But atleast I come with personal flair
I may not be your favourite meal
Can’t say I’ve ever tried human myself!
Atleast give me a good go though
Who knows, maybe...
#food
#NaPoWriMo2024
#surreal
183 reads
5 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 11:00pm
22nd Apr 2024 11:00pm
Dream machine
I’m on the brink of falling asleep
Just let me snooze
Please let me fleet
Fleet to the land of magic and dreams
Memories fizz
We’re in the dream machine
Colours go blurry
Textures all furry
I’m morphing
I’m changing
I’m on the other side of reality
Time becomes obsolete
Mystical worlds reveal themselves
It it just in my imagination
Or is this all my own creation?
Just let me snooze
Please let me fleet
Fleet to the land of magic and dreams
Memories fizz
We’re in the dream machine
Colours go blurry
Textures all furry
I’m morphing
I’m changing
I’m on the other side of reality
Time becomes obsolete
Mystical worlds reveal themselves
It it just in my imagination
Or is this all my own creation?
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2024
#surreal
155 reads
1 Comment
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
162 reads
3 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 4:29pm
8th Apr 2024 4:29pm
hello, hillbillies
hello, hillbillies!
hellhole hobbies:
hobos hobble,
hogs goggle,
geese gobble,
globes glob,
gobs gibe.
oboe solos ooze goos,
solo oboes lose shoes.
obese bees see sieges;
seize silos,
sigh sighs,
hie highs,
lie lies.
legible legs
lob lollies,
log goggles,
hog hollies.
isles slosh soil.
gosh - oil!
sillies sell lilies,
shell eggshells,
gel lobbies.
big bozos bob,
belles boogie - bosh!
eligible elegies ebb,
glib...
hellhole hobbies:
hobos hobble,
hogs goggle,
geese gobble,
globes glob,
gobs gibe.
oboe solos ooze goos,
solo oboes lose shoes.
obese bees see sieges;
seize silos,
sigh sighs,
hie highs,
lie lies.
legible legs
lob lollies,
log goggles,
hog hollies.
isles slosh soil.
gosh - oil!
sillies sell lilies,
shell eggshells,
gel lobbies.
big bozos bob,
belles boogie - bosh!
eligible elegies ebb,
glib...
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
186 reads
7 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 5:51pm
2nd Apr 2024 5:51pm
alien game
dangerous company;
cadaver explosion.
hide down low.
rotten ruin, despise us.
stop chaos; burn anguish instead.
can a hostile world
assume knowledge;
promise more?
delight is our treasure box
or wish to attain
elaborate power revolt.
high chemical charge,
evolve heat.
require art.
go robustly;
apply influence;
forge spirit today.
cadaver explosion.
hide down low.
rotten ruin, despise us.
stop chaos; burn anguish instead.
can a hostile world
assume knowledge;
promise more?
delight is our treasure box
or wish to attain
elaborate power revolt.
high chemical charge,
evolve heat.
require art.
go robustly;
apply influence;
forge spirit today.
#surreal
#dystopian
#NaPoWriMo2024
186 reads
4 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 5:16pm
23rd Mar 2024 5:16pm
Losing my marbles
I’m trapped inside the ceiling
I’m trapped inside the wall
I’m trapped inside the windows
I’m trapped inside the floor
Can you hear me screaming?
Can you hear my moan?
I’m crying out for assistance
But no-one hears my call!
I’m trapped inside the mirror
I’m trapped inside the hall
I’m trapped inside the table
I’m trapped inside the door
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I am
I have lost all of my marbles
Then found them all again!
I’m trapped inside the wall
I’m trapped inside the windows
I’m trapped inside the floor
Can you hear me screaming?
Can you hear my moan?
I’m crying out for assistance
But no-one hears my call!
I’m trapped inside the mirror
I’m trapped inside the hall
I’m trapped inside the table
I’m trapped inside the door
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I am
I have lost all of my marbles
Then found them all again!
#funny
#myself
#SelfReflection #surreal
#SelfReflection #surreal
190 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 11:40pm
14th Mar 2024 11:40pm
poem without meaning
sitting in his room reading anything else into it
would be silly
would be silly
#surreal
175 reads
2 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 7:06am
6th Mar 2024 7:06am
Flaunting around…
I’m as astute as a flute
I’m as aware as a flare
I’m as obnoxious as a goat
Just to keep the world afloat!
I’m as bored as a bat
I’m filled with tat like your cat
And for a fact, I like rats
For their ticks, and their tacks
I’m as numb as a nun
I’m your chum, we have fun
I’m tweedle-dee
And you’re tweedle-dumb
I’m as aware as a flare
I’m as obnoxious as a goat
Just to keep the world afloat!
I’m as bored as a bat
I’m filled with tat like your cat
And for a fact, I like rats
For their ticks, and their tacks
I’m as numb as a nun
I’m your chum, we have fun
I’m tweedle-dee
And you’re tweedle-dumb
#rhyming
#funny
#surreal
167 reads
2 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 11:00pm
5th Mar 2024 11:00pm
Are we lost in Tesco?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or lost inside ourselves?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or stuck between the shelves?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or have we gone insane?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or in the bin again?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or have we fallen through space and time?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Yes we are and it’s sublime!
Or lost inside ourselves?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or stuck between the shelves?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or have we gone insane?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or in the bin again?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Or have we fallen through space and time?
Are we lost in Tesco?
Yes we are and it’s sublime!
#funny
#consumerism
#surreal
193 reads
2 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 2:00pm
5th Mar 2024 2:00pm
Silly thoughts
I’d like to live in a box
With a pet fox
Never wear socks
And replace my brain with a clock
I’d like to steal a whole zoo
Lick both your shoes
Dance on the loo
And move to Peru with my new kangaroo
I’d like to build my own car
Travel to Mars
Smoke a cigar
And become one with the stars
With a pet fox
Never wear socks
And replace my brain with a clock
I’d like to steal a whole zoo
Lick both your shoes
Dance on the loo
And move to Peru with my new kangaroo
I’d like to build my own car
Travel to Mars
Smoke a cigar
And become one with the stars
#funny
#surreal
180 reads
3 Comments
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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