Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
DecipherMe
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 6:46am
22nd Aug 2019 6:46am
Rocks of Rain
The amused freckled moon slinked its bow around the bar of clouded light.
In bar-speak it meant to see clearly through the iridescent red, blue and green that sprayed the ungaurded mint painting.
The cup overflowed, poured its mercury into the smelted dark,
and a neon red gripped onto the satellite's sprawled calves
and dressed it down and up the skyline like clenching starfish.
The studded stars on a string of earth, on strings that fence the borders,
slide off in the excavation.
The harped Leos of silver tongue ...
In bar-speak it meant to see clearly through the iridescent red, blue and green that sprayed the ungaurded mint painting.
The cup overflowed, poured its mercury into the smelted dark,
and a neon red gripped onto the satellite's sprawled calves
and dressed it down and up the skyline like clenching starfish.
The studded stars on a string of earth, on strings that fence the borders,
slide off in the excavation.
The harped Leos of silver tongue ...
#nature
#erotic
#surreal
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grapesoftime
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 7:12pm
18th Jul 2019 7:12pm
Mania
I needed
To type out
These violets and
Violence and
Sex and death and
Silence
I’m
Manic on
Tuesdays and
Handcuffed to thursdays and
Needless to say my
Disease is contagious
I freak on my
Lovers they
Miss me
They
Miss me
And I am
The study of
The study of
Such entropy
The study of
The bloody glove and
Entrails
Dichotomies
I am
I’m dissonance
I’m cognitive
But barely
And how do you do it
You tend to...
To type out
These violets and
Violence and
Sex and death and
Silence
I’m
Manic on
Tuesdays and
Handcuffed to thursdays and
Needless to say my
Disease is contagious
I freak on my
Lovers they
Miss me
They
Miss me
And I am
The study of
The study of
Such entropy
The study of
The bloody glove and
Entrails
Dichotomies
I am
I’m dissonance
I’m cognitive
But barely
And how do you do it
You tend to...
#anxiety
#lyrics
#lover #surreal
#lover #surreal
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anonymouslyhere
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 11:58am
9th Jul 2019 11:58am
Delicate
Thread of pattern;
Held us, without reason
I attempted your suggestion
Stretched your skin to fit
Slipped into it entirely
Covered my head
Still I endure this
Omnipresent fear
Of falling into a chasm of dead-
Visceral surrounding's drear
Protected wound;
Forgotten voices
Tug at me
Dedicate a world
A season of imagery
To the unravel
Of this pattern
Smooth skinned-gravel
Scrapes gently this ghostly- ...
Held us, without reason
I attempted your suggestion
Stretched your skin to fit
Slipped into it entirely
Covered my head
Still I endure this
Omnipresent fear
Of falling into a chasm of dead-
Visceral surrounding's drear
Protected wound;
Forgotten voices
Tug at me
Dedicate a world
A season of imagery
To the unravel
Of this pattern
Smooth skinned-gravel
Scrapes gently this ghostly- ...
#emptiness
#surreal
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jun 2019 12:56pm
24th Jun 2019 12:56pm
our soul fractals in fusion
my vital serosa
in fluidic & freefalling dreaminess
patinated of unformatted flaccidities
are amoebically flexing figments …transmuting
as shrinking microbe across passing pointed porosities
to gigantic mystical bird flapping as enlarged eternities
in swimmed flights across the abstracting
skies, in uproariously gushing jetstreams
unceasingly singing as scriptless language
yet your orthodoxically frozen
adventitious ligamenting athletic rigidities
are armours deeply alloying with~ within
(s)melting...
in fluidic & freefalling dreaminess
patinated of unformatted flaccidities
are amoebically flexing figments …transmuting
as shrinking microbe across passing pointed porosities
to gigantic mystical bird flapping as enlarged eternities
in swimmed flights across the abstracting
skies, in uproariously gushing jetstreams
unceasingly singing as scriptless language
yet your orthodoxically frozen
adventitious ligamenting athletic rigidities
are armours deeply alloying with~ within
(s)melting...
#love
#universe
#spiritual #surreal
#spiritual #surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 8:01pm
23rd May 2019 8:01pm
Pay Attention!
Oh, the actualization
of hallucination!
Hear me now, you dare induce me,
of your poison I want to be free!
You had the gall to envenom my mind recently,
and the hell I descended, the things I would see!
This experience made me lose sight of reality,
I saw all before me what no other could see!
A utopia!
Surrealism-stuffed cornucopia!
Then the voice of normalcy,
a normal stranger staring at me
wide-eyed, perplexed,
“next!”
I was suddenly standing in the store!
Of this curse I...
of hallucination!
Hear me now, you dare induce me,
of your poison I want to be free!
You had the gall to envenom my mind recently,
and the hell I descended, the things I would see!
This experience made me lose sight of reality,
I saw all before me what no other could see!
A utopia!
Surrealism-stuffed cornucopia!
Then the voice of normalcy,
a normal stranger staring at me
wide-eyed, perplexed,
“next!”
I was suddenly standing in the store!
Of this curse I...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#surreal
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
12th May 2019 7:28pm
12th May 2019 7:28pm
Voices...
Voices...yes, they've come to visit...
...just when they were needed...
I learned long ago...to heed what they say.
...never mind the source...
they've never led me astray...
and they've saved my arse more often
than I ever like to say.
...just when they were needed...
I learned long ago...to heed what they say.
...never mind the source...
they've never led me astray...
and they've saved my arse more often
than I ever like to say.
#philosophical
#surreal
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Sartoris
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 2:14pm
16th Apr 2019 2:14pm
Rhapsody in Harlem
Beyond a dim proscenium,
The faces resemble moonlight
Over Chinese landscapes—
And the vacant prose
Of western dime novels.
Shall they divine messages,
Written by sea-breeze, among
Languors of wild grass?
With squinted eyes,
Inherited from grandparents'
Old photo-albums,
They cannot understand
An apple's sanguine complexion,
Succumbed to autumn—
Or the beautiful iridescence
Within crow feathers.
But, hush—as the pianist
Finishes his solo,...
The faces resemble moonlight
Over Chinese landscapes—
And the vacant prose
Of western dime novels.
Shall they divine messages,
Written by sea-breeze, among
Languors of wild grass?
With squinted eyes,
Inherited from grandparents'
Old photo-albums,
They cannot understand
An apple's sanguine complexion,
Succumbed to autumn—
Or the beautiful iridescence
Within crow feathers.
But, hush—as the pianist
Finishes his solo,...
#dreams
#art
#philosophical #surreal
#philosophical #surreal
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 7:39am
16th Apr 2019 7:39am
Lakeside 15/30
I have taken nails out of wood
frames and taken the pin out of leitmotif
his eyes sirened like pulsar stars all over
his black surface, shriller than and- then
he is a wheel
emotive in pieces upon which I
paint faces on heads, flat-
-tened them buttercup dumb, everywhere
is spread out of hand, but these
stumps mine moving all the same
here is my touchstone
in the sawdust arboreal of the subject ...
frames and taken the pin out of leitmotif
his eyes sirened like pulsar stars all over
his black surface, shriller than and- then
he is a wheel
emotive in pieces upon which I
paint faces on heads, flat-
-tened them buttercup dumb, everywhere
is spread out of hand, but these
stumps mine moving all the same
here is my touchstone
in the sawdust arboreal of the subject ...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 7:45am
13th Apr 2019 7:45am
Lakeside 12/30
People come to our shores,
steal glances, whisper back and forth
or maybe they’re dog-whistling
through the steel tubes of their lips.
I wash upon the world
in hyperbole and they exclaim
so beautiful, can you teach me
how to wave like you do.
I wash upon the world
typecast as a panorama
of dancing hands. Obvious
as nature. My expressions unclothed.
People come to our shores
from their city of ears
and say how pastoral and
quaint are our song of pictures.
I wash upon the world, babbling ...
steal glances, whisper back and forth
or maybe they’re dog-whistling
through the steel tubes of their lips.
I wash upon the world
in hyperbole and they exclaim
so beautiful, can you teach me
how to wave like you do.
I wash upon the world
typecast as a panorama
of dancing hands. Obvious
as nature. My expressions unclothed.
People come to our shores
from their city of ears
and say how pastoral and
quaint are our song of pictures.
I wash upon the world, babbling ...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 7:46am
12th Apr 2019 7:46am
Lakeside 11/30
The water gliders wait
and drift on tension,
Wait to chomp down
on our green bodies.
To mill them down
into a lake floor.
This is what it
means to jump,
To break a surface
and glitter a bottom
in pieces, lower than
what sees the light.
It is cool and damper
than damp. Above, we see
the rain and its typing
un-noised.
The fins whomp
us, the duckbills
nudge us. We twist
and disperse as thoughts,
brown and necessary.
With swords of butter...
and drift on tension,
Wait to chomp down
on our green bodies.
To mill them down
into a lake floor.
This is what it
means to jump,
To break a surface
and glitter a bottom
in pieces, lower than
what sees the light.
It is cool and damper
than damp. Above, we see
the rain and its typing
un-noised.
The fins whomp
us, the duckbills
nudge us. We twist
and disperse as thoughts,
brown and necessary.
With swords of butter...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 7:29am
10th Apr 2019 7:29am
Lakeside 9/30
At this side of this lake, on a side of its classroom,
the stilted return to formless. They take the mirror
surface made of stars beyond a wobbly city and
remake themselves into yes. They make
lattices of their spines with toothpicks
and test the strength with textbooks.
Play pick-up sticks all night. Next, they take-
instead- trunks of trees which are a literature of ages.
The lake pushes more silt, more clay
towards logistics. It says to wait for the sun to dry
the skin but first, move, and the mud...
the stilted return to formless. They take the mirror
surface made of stars beyond a wobbly city and
remake themselves into yes. They make
lattices of their spines with toothpicks
and test the strength with textbooks.
Play pick-up sticks all night. Next, they take-
instead- trunks of trees which are a literature of ages.
The lake pushes more silt, more clay
towards logistics. It says to wait for the sun to dry
the skin but first, move, and the mud...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
Lakeside 8/30
Let us unscrew all the bulbs, let us see
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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