Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
9th Jun 2020 4:50am
9th Jun 2020 4:50am
Maturing
I've realized so much in the past few weeks,
From the time I reached eighteen, it was like living in the Matrix,
I was still acting as if I were a child,
I was not doing anything wild,
But that was just it...I did nothing.
Homework, video games, reading, writing, drawing,
Then, just video games, reading, writing, and drawing,
From responsibility, I was running.
I realized and denied my need to be more responsible, so fast,
I realized without realizing, the changes my brain was making so fast,
I delayed my need to make my own...
From the time I reached eighteen, it was like living in the Matrix,
I was still acting as if I were a child,
I was not doing anything wild,
But that was just it...I did nothing.
Homework, video games, reading, writing, drawing,
Then, just video games, reading, writing, and drawing,
From responsibility, I was running.
I realized and denied my need to be more responsible, so fast,
I realized without realizing, the changes my brain was making so fast,
I delayed my need to make my own...
#ILoveYou
#LGBT
#IMissYou
#surreal
#bittersweet
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1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 6:19pm
1st Jun 2020 6:19pm
Astringencies & Anchovies... Of Midnight~ Alchemy
an aloud~ fluoresce release...
the browning tannins with their rising electric~
alacrity active theobromines of the sweaty~ sticky
hot noonish tea astringencies... are in a dictating
stiction stringencies. a tête-à-tête
theatric mele
with rarity spectacle
of the mystical purplish delphinidins from a monsoonal
summertime’s plumpy Syzygium cumini plums, tents
the boldening surfaces in a raw feverish sweetbitterish
sedimentations
& of those slightly ...
the browning tannins with their rising electric~
alacrity active theobromines of the sweaty~ sticky
hot noonish tea astringencies... are in a dictating
stiction stringencies. a tête-à-tête
theatric mele
with rarity spectacle
of the mystical purplish delphinidins from a monsoonal
summertime’s plumpy Syzygium cumini plums, tents
the boldening surfaces in a raw feverish sweetbitterish
sedimentations
& of those slightly ...
#love
#spiritual
#sensual
#surreal
#StreamOfConsciousness
483 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
27th May 2020 7:14pm
27th May 2020 7:14pm
Pollen Jungles & Purple Passages Of Love Perennial... In An Ever~ Skirmishing Praedicamentum
https://youtu.be/C0iz-nnUM20
into the mind's deep convolutions
in a sublime weaving in surrealism...
the soul floats infinite.. emotes as sigmoidal fluty notes
the wingy nano~ pollen dusts spray in the emulsional airs
a (con)fusing fragrance of the night's naked white Arabian jasmines
& the typhoonic musken choking rush of mammoth moonmoth scales
are in a catalytic cataclysm
cleaving...
into the mind's deep convolutions
in a sublime weaving in surrealism...
the soul floats infinite.. emotes as sigmoidal fluty notes
the wingy nano~ pollen dusts spray in the emulsional airs
a (con)fusing fragrance of the night's naked white Arabian jasmines
& the typhoonic musken choking rush of mammoth moonmoth scales
are in a catalytic cataclysm
cleaving...
#love
#TruthOfLife
#historical
#surreal
#StreamOfConsciousness
408 reads
5 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th May 2020 10:22pm
15th May 2020 10:22pm
only yesterday, when we were mad
In delirium, et tu brutal,
Woodpecker-jabber of
‘Making houses from horses.’
&
Endless rewording of biography
Of him
Yet,
Not of him.
‘Last night I dreamt I was in Japan. Cauldrons of wayward wind pinned me to pagoda, mountains of inked cherry blossom slit my skin. Woken by the sound of sun thrashing aluminium rooves and fragrance of porcelain bowled shirumono soup. I cradled the bowl and tiger slurped. Wrapped myself in kamikaze kimono and with no thought for the impending mess on the floor, leapt to my death. It was my 25th death of...
Woodpecker-jabber of
‘Making houses from horses.’
&
Endless rewording of biography
Of him
Yet,
Not of him.
‘Last night I dreamt I was in Japan. Cauldrons of wayward wind pinned me to pagoda, mountains of inked cherry blossom slit my skin. Woken by the sound of sun thrashing aluminium rooves and fragrance of porcelain bowled shirumono soup. I cradled the bowl and tiger slurped. Wrapped myself in kamikaze kimono and with no thought for the impending mess on the floor, leapt to my death. It was my 25th death of...
#love
#faith
#fiction #surreal
#fiction #surreal
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1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
5th May 2020 2:57pm
5th May 2020 2:57pm
The ImPact
Flock to the sea,
vines from the arms of rays
to where the phantasmagoria dotted eye
folded into button
sat into the water's swell.
Trickling up hot moons from there
and floating a closed anemone down in the cove.
Wipe your lids
in the camera of the sky.
Trace through the soul sprout with the rose-film cloud.
Peer ...
vines from the arms of rays
to where the phantasmagoria dotted eye
folded into button
sat into the water's swell.
Trickling up hot moons from there
and floating a closed anemone down in the cove.
Wipe your lids
in the camera of the sky.
Trace through the soul sprout with the rose-film cloud.
Peer ...
#nature
#surreal
#SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery
#erotic
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2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 7:07pm
30th Mar 2020 7:07pm
there's no such 'Sossus Vlei'~ cul-de-sac.. in love's birding eternity
terracotta~burnt reddened
& wettened slopes.. in a peculiar
half-matte half'glisten mixture
of a mountainous (con)fusion
...glint in a muted~miraging
steady alpenglow wildfire
(do they infinitely pull~shrink unto the enervating valleys of
silken contractions … or they proffer in an expanse of an alternating
relapse… as if each laidback end of them is on the verge of an
unreturning collapse …)
this deep ochre lighted up
terrains of a heightening porous ...
& wettened slopes.. in a peculiar
half-matte half'glisten mixture
of a mountainous (con)fusion
...glint in a muted~miraging
steady alpenglow wildfire
(do they infinitely pull~shrink unto the enervating valleys of
silken contractions … or they proffer in an expanse of an alternating
relapse… as if each laidback end of them is on the verge of an
unreturning collapse …)
this deep ochre lighted up
terrains of a heightening porous ...
#love
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#sensual
#surreal
477 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 10:50am
10th Feb 2020 10:50am
the mi rr or i n g mask...
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cuts @itself
over the deep ly ...
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lands
cuts @itself
over the deep ly ...
#love
#dark
#identity
#spiritual
#surreal
654 reads
3 Comments
Rachel_Lauren
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 1:29am
8th Jan 2020 1:29am
Hysterical Pink
Perhaps this is love in hysterics
The pink conversion
of my entire world is you—
akin to the velvety shades of February
and the jungle lizard’s dancing throat
I can no longer tell where
the sky and the sea begin—
for they are one million shades of rose,
and our body of water reflects
every last one
The ache of my
appreciated soul
cascades in
a thousand pink hues
around you
in your living room ...
The pink conversion
of my entire world is you—
akin to the velvety shades of February
and the jungle lizard’s dancing throat
I can no longer tell where
the sky and the sea begin—
for they are one million shades of rose,
and our body of water reflects
every last one
The ache of my
appreciated soul
cascades in
a thousand pink hues
around you
in your living room ...
#love
#passion
#surreal
155 reads
25 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:16am
11th Oct 2019 00:16am
this morning was weird ..
went to the fishmongers,
although they
closed down thirty odd years ago,
that was ..
although they
closed down thirty odd years ago,
that was ..
#nostalgia
#surreal
382 reads
5 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
25th Sep 2019 2:17am
25th Sep 2019 2:17am
Sabbath Gate
Oh Sun, oh Sun, you devil in the sky.
Sugar men erode in their bellies,
and the green hill fills them fresh in their hulls,
mossing up on abandoned harbor,
money traders with cinnamon and rye
in skins wet of sun.
Our workers of bills in the trees
take to green hilt arms, legs, petrify in bark toward the air.
The still, still world enlongates into her entropy
in growth rings helmed on a tubular bulb.
Change doesn't change, so for this melody,
the embellishments will follow an algorithmic tow.
The static nostalgia on...
Sugar men erode in their bellies,
and the green hill fills them fresh in their hulls,
mossing up on abandoned harbor,
money traders with cinnamon and rye
in skins wet of sun.
Our workers of bills in the trees
take to green hilt arms, legs, petrify in bark toward the air.
The still, still world enlongates into her entropy
in growth rings helmed on a tubular bulb.
Change doesn't change, so for this melody,
the embellishments will follow an algorithmic tow.
The static nostalgia on...
#spiritual
#escape
#surreal
#scifi
#StreamOfConsciousness
373 reads
2 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 9:15pm
20th Sep 2019 9:15pm
Gathering
Are bystanders innocent?
He goes into a quick descent
And wonders at the staring crowd
Stone faces, nothing said aloud
He inhales his final breath
Finds comfort in his waiting death
While the crowd melts slowly in the night
Seeking another tragic site.
He goes into a quick descent
And wonders at the staring crowd
Stone faces, nothing said aloud
He inhales his final breath
Finds comfort in his waiting death
While the crowd melts slowly in the night
Seeking another tragic site.
#scary
#surreal
547 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 6:31pm
9th Sep 2019 6:31pm
Confession of a Schizophrenic
I begin this entry with the premonition of learning more about myself.
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
This is not a life; this is not a dream.
How impenetrable is the wall that divides my mind?
That divides reality from dreams.
Oh, but the dream world allows me to feel what I thought was never real.
In this world I feel peace and serenity
and all my characters welcome me with open arms and thank yous
for the noble heart I’ve always felt morally obliged to...
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
This is not a life; this is not a dream.
How impenetrable is the wall that divides my mind?
That divides reality from dreams.
Oh, but the dream world allows me to feel what I thought was never real.
In this world I feel peace and serenity
and all my characters welcome me with open arms and thank yous
for the noble heart I’ve always felt morally obliged to...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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2 Comments
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