Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 12:35pm
9th Oct 2020 12:35pm
Of the Daily Dream Déjà vus In Recurring Leitmotifs... & Their Forever Ageing Feltness
they first paint thin, and
pale... over and over again
ploying as precursive coats
that sirens as pachydermously
trumpeting upbeat rambunctious
echoes... daring pretty enough
to dauntlessly throw down
their monotonous gauntlets..
for a free~ radically let out
rhapsodical sinuous wavelengths..
that collogue & converse as
characteristic accentuation
of their inherent earth tones
to the digging anew surreal highs
further lit up in the gathering
steely darkbluing...
pale... over and over again
ploying as precursive coats
that sirens as pachydermously
trumpeting upbeat rambunctious
echoes... daring pretty enough
to dauntlessly throw down
their monotonous gauntlets..
for a free~ radically let out
rhapsodical sinuous wavelengths..
that collogue & converse as
characteristic accentuation
of their inherent earth tones
to the digging anew surreal highs
further lit up in the gathering
steely darkbluing...
#love
#dreams
#rain
#spiritual
#surreal
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4 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2020 8:29am
3rd Oct 2020 8:29am
A Bone of Nickel Coin Unwhole in Troubled Times
Only stone whales breathe by the sun.
To the anglers along the column air so dense it's bathypelagic,
the clouds pare off the heads of the stone whales which breach the ocean.
Snapping air-popped marigolds from a paper bag,
oranging red through the fist of a hand.
The suns don't rise any lower
than the seed heads convecting the flaring tails in a radial indefinitely—
overflown of feathers to the periphery.
Height of station.
The atmosphere lays its knee to your neck.
The concrete density curls the will.
Many are found burst...
To the anglers along the column air so dense it's bathypelagic,
the clouds pare off the heads of the stone whales which breach the ocean.
Snapping air-popped marigolds from a paper bag,
oranging red through the fist of a hand.
The suns don't rise any lower
than the seed heads convecting the flaring tails in a radial indefinitely—
overflown of feathers to the periphery.
Height of station.
The atmosphere lays its knee to your neck.
The concrete density curls the will.
Many are found burst...
#dreams
#nature
#inequality
#poverty
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 5:47pm
2nd Oct 2020 5:47pm
Bind My Blind Eyes To Mind
I bind my blind eyes to my mind!
The line that is twined and winds.
Round’ behind my eyes I’m maligned.
The line that is twined and winds.
Round’ behind my eyes I’m maligned.
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#surreal
473 reads
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SweetOblivion
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2020 7:22pm
23rd Aug 2020 7:22pm
Unresponsive
#FeelingLost
#sensual
#surreal
818 reads
15 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 5:43pm
11th Aug 2020 5:43pm
All Aboard ~ Surrender City Express
Feather pillow, Lay down (one's) head.
Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Ready for the rollicking, bloody
circus to come.(eXcitement damn devastating),
visiting one's mind for a most limited
engagement.
Some one gurgles that All Things Must Pass.
The jolly times are indeed gone, (except
for a few faded images).
What to do when, of a sudden, all is old, broken?
Lay down one weary head. Feather pillow.
Surrender is nearly here.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
2020dankozakpoom+badFotoXXXXXXXX
#death
#illness
#aging
#FeelingLost
#surreal
487 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 00:42am
8th Aug 2020 00:42am
aesop burped
the herrings in the sour cream,
hydrangeas on the table a mere dream, the woman sitting facing a ridiculous fable never worked
hydrangeas on the table a mere dream, the woman sitting facing a ridiculous fable never worked
#surreal
507 reads
1 Comment
RByron418
Poem Published
13th Jul 2020 5:37am
13th Jul 2020 5:37am
Amen
you rot, but karma is
uneven, unjust - so slither, crawl through:
WANT! WANT!
- the mouth full of lust, cries
craving, the end of
the beginning of the last end
of the last beginning. So here, take!
but give not, but Naught, and
save your skin for
a superior pollution -
Contaminate and Conquer,
Divide and Betray.
Whose stillborn pride
is this? Magnanimous
Hoo-Ray! Come All! fall and
fail. Bend the knee,
crude fortune -
Gave up on hope and
settled for enlightenment ...
uneven, unjust - so slither, crawl through:
WANT! WANT!
- the mouth full of lust, cries
craving, the end of
the beginning of the last end
of the last beginning. So here, take!
but give not, but Naught, and
save your skin for
a superior pollution -
Contaminate and Conquer,
Divide and Betray.
Whose stillborn pride
is this? Magnanimous
Hoo-Ray! Come All! fall and
fail. Bend the knee,
crude fortune -
Gave up on hope and
settled for enlightenment ...
#lust
#religion
#morality #surreal
#morality #surreal
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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
505 reads
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
539 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
452 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
486 reads
2 Comments
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