Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2022 5:05am
2nd Jan 2022 5:05am
Moonlight Psychosis
That pulsating moon glow within,
The lantern of my soul,
Barely illuminating a strange, dark world.
The supernovas within my eyes
Ignite the veil of psychosis,
Torching all the delusions,
Revealing reality,
The light within the dark,
The obscurity of the twilight.
The lantern of my soul,
Barely illuminating a strange, dark world.
The supernovas within my eyes
Ignite the veil of psychosis,
Torching all the delusions,
Revealing reality,
The light within the dark,
The obscurity of the twilight.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#surreal
627 reads
2 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 4:06pm
21st Oct 2021 4:06pm
Trick or Treat
Somewhat a shock, I was caught in a vulnerable space,
wasn’t certain of romance, with her in that place
fell into despair- or her spell, cannot tell, when
she left me asudden it all seemed a mistake.
Quite the surprise three years later, the end of October
and that knock on my door which I almost didn’t bother
with a child gathering candy, a mere white sheet thrown over
his wide-eyed expression, chaperoned by his mother.
Needed not introductions, familiar eyes at my door
staring back like a mirror, faces I’ve known before.
When...
wasn’t certain of romance, with her in that place
fell into despair- or her spell, cannot tell, when
she left me asudden it all seemed a mistake.
Quite the surprise three years later, the end of October
and that knock on my door which I almost didn’t bother
with a child gathering candy, a mere white sheet thrown over
his wide-eyed expression, chaperoned by his mother.
Needed not introductions, familiar eyes at my door
staring back like a mirror, faces I’ve known before.
When...
#relationships
#conflict
#LifeChangingMoment
#confusion
#surreal
443 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 11:14pm
9th Sep 2021 11:14pm
blackLight. nightWhite
this attuned tuning fork
mind of a lightning night’s
unbearable fertility… is an
incessantly noisy croaking
froggy mustiness clumping
seeded bed of a something
suddenly boggishly stirring
& dragginginly pull forever.. a
dragon~ous inner grogginess…
draws in
these my silken streamlining
longing black Nile… slides & slips
between your tighten irrigational
grips.. to an
uproariously transmutational
smoky Niagara wilderness haze..
yet these black...
mind of a lightning night’s
unbearable fertility… is an
incessantly noisy croaking
froggy mustiness clumping
seeded bed of a something
suddenly boggishly stirring
& dragginginly pull forever.. a
dragon~ous inner grogginess…
draws in
these my silken streamlining
longing black Nile… slides & slips
between your tighten irrigational
grips.. to an
uproariously transmutational
smoky Niagara wilderness haze..
yet these black...
#love
#spiritual
#minimalist
#surreal
#StreamOfConsciousness
639 reads
5 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
12th May 2021 1:10am
12th May 2021 1:10am
Coddle me at your Breast
Humbled deep down
Honored by worship offering
A Viper though
Can't help but to bite
Symbolism has no path here
A lonely rider
Out on the wing of solitude
Gentle breezes
Keep me at bay
I will gaze at you hungrily
Just feed me at your breast
Coddle me to sleep
Honored by worship offering
A Viper though
Can't help but to bite
Symbolism has no path here
A lonely rider
Out on the wing of solitude
Gentle breezes
Keep me at bay
I will gaze at you hungrily
Just feed me at your breast
Coddle me to sleep
#loneliness
#dark
#surreal
576 reads
12 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st May 2021 00:35am
1st May 2021 00:35am
at a bit of a low ebb
need to change my socks are beginning to smell a rat that left
the sinking
his feet into the
mud
the sinking
his feet into the
mud
#surreal
290 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 4:29am
21st Feb 2021 4:29am
Star Child
Words of lime, mouth of ginger;
tongue of ice, throat of water.
Powder the sun
a dizzy mellow.
The rain drunk stiff,
the street comes softer.
Salty rays on an open eye,
inverted scales of concept —
dim to blind —
and in twilight of state —
citrine twirls opal
on glassing sky map.
Blacken the drum.
Fade keys.
Or else, fall a season below
and cup flower there.
But sweetening the grit in the eyes,
the clock-hands wind around the head
grapevine wire in stray thought
at the...
tongue of ice, throat of water.
Powder the sun
a dizzy mellow.
The rain drunk stiff,
the street comes softer.
Salty rays on an open eye,
inverted scales of concept —
dim to blind —
and in twilight of state —
citrine twirls opal
on glassing sky map.
Blacken the drum.
Fade keys.
Or else, fall a season below
and cup flower there.
But sweetening the grit in the eyes,
the clock-hands wind around the head
grapevine wire in stray thought
at the...
#surreal
509 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
15th Feb 2021 11:26pm
15th Feb 2021 11:26pm
From: AnOtherWorld, (a broken piece)
Blackstar radiating bilnd'light
on the smudges
on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)
Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
...
on the smudges
on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)
Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
...
#dark
#death
#memorial
#separation
#surreal
420 reads
2 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 10:26pm
23rd Jan 2021 10:26pm
Of All Cylinders and Synergy: In a Matter of Fact
A premise slithered out the door at open
from query vibrant in sharing breath.
"Conclude" might be too fast
and so remains a stem devoid of arms.
Little over the windscreen,
a cloud bundles its threads.
To no end, but they shimmer when a passion lantern traces the linings.
They are blazen, though never burn.
Reassurance is a translucent air-like bird,
a native of the diaphragm,
who migrates in word.
Bless the star child in the glide of a homeward crystal-clear flock.
The...
from query vibrant in sharing breath.
"Conclude" might be too fast
and so remains a stem devoid of arms.
Little over the windscreen,
a cloud bundles its threads.
To no end, but they shimmer when a passion lantern traces the linings.
They are blazen, though never burn.
Reassurance is a translucent air-like bird,
a native of the diaphragm,
who migrates in word.
Bless the star child in the glide of a homeward crystal-clear flock.
The...
#PowerOfWords
#emotional
#surreal #StreamOfConsciousness
#surreal #StreamOfConsciousness
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 9:29pm
31st Dec 2020 9:29pm
endless ringing points of our tangential touch~ divine intervention.. stitch & string as garlanding ev circularities
this night
has in her a roasted georgette crisp
seductive translucence veiling strip
all over her palatially wide open content....
as dark grinding in, an amorphous illumine
gritty layered~ texturing- a
sprawling~ pervasive nakedness
..tinkly ripples as wavy chiffon hints..
of maturing smokiness, in a quite
undulatingly engaging enigmatic
pulling magnetic haze, of a drowsy
nicotidine~ pheromonal spraying
fogginess alleys, in a slowly causal–
an intense adding up sexy dizziness...
has in her a roasted georgette crisp
seductive translucence veiling strip
all over her palatially wide open content....
as dark grinding in, an amorphous illumine
gritty layered~ texturing- a
sprawling~ pervasive nakedness
..tinkly ripples as wavy chiffon hints..
of maturing smokiness, in a quite
undulatingly engaging enigmatic
pulling magnetic haze, of a drowsy
nicotidine~ pheromonal spraying
fogginess alleys, in a slowly causal–
an intense adding up sexy dizziness...
#love
#universe
#moon
#spiritual
#surreal
567 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
703 reads
20 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 7:28pm
3rd Nov 2020 7:28pm
Spongious Ossification Of An Ever~ Fossilizing Perfumery: L O V E
a quizzical dose of thumping heaviness breathes in galloping these
finesse membranous quantum~ filtering in birdy radical nostrils.. in
an uncharted mixed regimens
of
holy ashen choking smokiness burnt tandoori~ hot steamy curious airs
to the seducingly half~ unripe nibbling lips of much sterny flesh pinks
of the slushy pulping full~ bodied guavas in the (un)quenchful uptake
to the deep~ inhaling copperish trancing scents of the sacred metallic
water~ pots soaking overnight in floatative leafy basil eugenolic boats..
& an...
finesse membranous quantum~ filtering in birdy radical nostrils.. in
an uncharted mixed regimens
of
holy ashen choking smokiness burnt tandoori~ hot steamy curious airs
to the seducingly half~ unripe nibbling lips of much sterny flesh pinks
of the slushy pulping full~ bodied guavas in the (un)quenchful uptake
to the deep~ inhaling copperish trancing scents of the sacred metallic
water~ pots soaking overnight in floatative leafy basil eugenolic boats..
& an...
#love
#spiritual
#surreal
422 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:58pm
25th Oct 2020 6:58pm
Rage
The rage within this cage!
Rage, with what few years you have left in age,
for life is nothing but a stage.
Life is simpler in words… just turn the page!
Rage, with what few years you have left in age,
for life is nothing but a stage.
Life is simpler in words… just turn the page!
#anger
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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3 Comments
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