Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
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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crowfly
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 9:13pm
8th Apr 2019 9:13pm
Forbidden
Watching as his night descends
On the walls a shadow play
But the joker shuffles out the door
Unconcerned with scant defense
He speaks in a jaundiced tongue
Wandering the vacant streets
The rooftops twisted overhead
Their tips piercing his clouded sky
He looks backward to his deaths
Oblivion perhaps the best
Yet harpies circle overhead
Their presence, now, forbidding rest.
On the walls a shadow play
But the joker shuffles out the door
Unconcerned with scant defense
He speaks in a jaundiced tongue
Wandering the vacant streets
The rooftops twisted overhead
Their tips piercing his clouded sky
He looks backward to his deaths
Oblivion perhaps the best
Yet harpies circle overhead
Their presence, now, forbidding rest.
#death
#surreal
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ruedabeyga
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 8:09am
8th Apr 2019 8:09am
untitled
a crow swaying on the wall,
ashes drifting aloft,
frigid squalls, neon rain, dark
cloud rumbling,
ghosts toiling beneath a bridge,
the black beneath the blue,
a midnight session,
another
mid-winter
phantogram
in monochrome,
the crisp, white sand,
dirty, black clasps
of steel,
cemented, i stick like ice
against the mountains,
breathless, tumbling
through labyrinths
in search of a smol, black bird,
translucent, white cord.
...
ashes drifting aloft,
frigid squalls, neon rain, dark
cloud rumbling,
ghosts toiling beneath a bridge,
the black beneath the blue,
a midnight session,
another
mid-winter
phantogram
in monochrome,
the crisp, white sand,
dirty, black clasps
of steel,
cemented, i stick like ice
against the mountains,
breathless, tumbling
through labyrinths
in search of a smol, black bird,
translucent, white cord.
...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#nightmares
#surreal
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1 Comment
yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
Lakeside 6/30
is something that resembles
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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1 Comment
crowfly
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 8:14pm
6th Apr 2019 8:14pm
Siren Song
He listens to her lilting song
Carried above the turbulence
But the passage is too clearly wrong
With his voyage not making sense
He stumbles across a heaving deck
To marvel as the Siren sings
The albatross strung from his neck
A dead weight with its dangling wings
He spots the Siren on a rock
As his ship shatters on a reef
Somehow he does not feel the shock
But realizes life is brief.
Carried above the turbulence
But the passage is too clearly wrong
With his voyage not making sense
He stumbles across a heaving deck
To marvel as the Siren sings
The albatross strung from his neck
A dead weight with its dangling wings
He spots the Siren on a rock
As his ship shatters on a reef
Somehow he does not feel the shock
But realizes life is brief.
#death
#mythology
#surreal
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8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Apr 2019 6:40am
6th Apr 2019 6:40am
Lakeside 5/30
Mostly passage-
we are
quiet
stories of nature, of
reattaching our
selves to
the sides of its book,
as coven to cover
a moon
by this I mean
they are quiet
and saying something,
bald eagle
drops a thorn
and says something
rhododendron
swallows it
and thinks something
the subject
closes in
do you think
he has everything
that
says something
as a strum
upon
dirt
let him approach ...
we are
quiet
stories of nature, of
reattaching our
selves to
the sides of its book,
as coven to cover
a moon
by this I mean
they are quiet
and saying something,
bald eagle
drops a thorn
and says something
rhododendron
swallows it
and thinks something
the subject
closes in
do you think
he has everything
that
says something
as a strum
upon
dirt
let him approach ...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 6:23am
5th Apr 2019 6:23am
Lakeside 4/30
The tips emerge as a fire bush
of winter with its index
of buds, I make a list
of its sounds of growth.
Creep, feast,
stacked plat
es of blue m
oon, silverwa
re of tiny fists
opening and
squeezing thr
ough the guts,
platforms for
spittle beetles
and their unre
pentant corpu
scular beads-
fight or flight;
they chose fan
cy- camouflag
e is for the lou
dest of us, shy-
sters…. ...
of winter with its index
of buds, I make a list
of its sounds of growth.
Creep, feast,
stacked plat
es of blue m
oon, silverwa
re of tiny fists
opening and
squeezing thr
ough the guts,
platforms for
spittle beetles
and their unre
pentant corpu
scular beads-
fight or flight;
they chose fan
cy- camouflag
e is for the lou
dest of us, shy-
sters…. ...
#nature
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
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4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 7:03am
4th Apr 2019 7:03am
Lakeside 3/30
Tethered, perhaps mercy is
not the water hiss-hissing
hexes over pebbles,
timelessness smoothing,
how we wish our skin was like this,
how I lift a wind. With a drawn
out breeze my hands sculpt
the subject, he is still
walking off the path plucking his
gempetal eyes. What he calls
the past that comes back
at night, when you’re the least
guarded. I hear them then by
guessing-and suppose the trees
are shrill now inured with the wilting
balloons- the scissors had...
not the water hiss-hissing
hexes over pebbles,
timelessness smoothing,
how we wish our skin was like this,
how I lift a wind. With a drawn
out breeze my hands sculpt
the subject, he is still
walking off the path plucking his
gempetal eyes. What he calls
the past that comes back
at night, when you’re the least
guarded. I hear them then by
guessing-and suppose the trees
are shrill now inured with the wilting
balloons- the scissors had...
#NaPoWriMo2019
#nature
#surreal #identity
#surreal #identity
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 8:42am
2nd Apr 2019 8:42am
Lakeside 2/30
I ring them into the digits
made for pressing eyes, for touch
avows to mold an
earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
and cause of what makes the turtle
abandon its log, the
clouded
water plops a three-
dimensional sound of murk
straight above as its
shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
the water is what I breathe, as
movement is everything
there.
And the sky high-
lights the ascension of what is
thrown up, displaced, ...
made for pressing eyes, for touch
avows to mold an
earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
and cause of what makes the turtle
abandon its log, the
clouded
water plops a three-
dimensional sound of murk
straight above as its
shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
the water is what I breathe, as
movement is everything
there.
And the sky high-
lights the ascension of what is
thrown up, displaced, ...
#nature
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
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4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 8:40am
2nd Apr 2019 8:40am
Lakeside 1/30
You can spot his festivities,
twin blossoms swiveling
with his awareness
one step at a time. Passer-bys
confuse tenderness
for tenterhooks.
Eye sirens like pulsar stars,
they shutter shriller than,
and then, the trees. Subject
walks along the bank
and is the subject of a panel
at the American
Natural History Museum-
headlined under how lampshades
change and charge the walls
in dreams of information gathering
at the edge of black holes, there
endless light thinly licks
the...
twin blossoms swiveling
with his awareness
one step at a time. Passer-bys
confuse tenderness
for tenterhooks.
Eye sirens like pulsar stars,
they shutter shriller than,
and then, the trees. Subject
walks along the bank
and is the subject of a panel
at the American
Natural History Museum-
headlined under how lampshades
change and charge the walls
in dreams of information gathering
at the edge of black holes, there
endless light thinly licks
the...
#nature
#identity
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 6:05pm
22nd Mar 2019 6:05pm
Ringmaster
#BDSM
#surreal
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12 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
9th Mar 2019 2:58am
9th Mar 2019 2:58am
Demi-Humans
As the arms double back into the cell,
the head tilts onto an electric stem.
Floral propulsion from the hungry core —
undone palms release their hammering nails.
The face re-emerges in a giant's mouth of dog teeth
as the chest cage rattles of bats bequeathed to the cyclic turning of our peeping limelight.
Elasticizing pupils into vertical slits of their dark
for the refuge of mechanical creatures at their witching hour.
The mass grave shakes of bleached bone,
and the serpents arrive by the bells above the coffins.
...
the head tilts onto an electric stem.
Floral propulsion from the hungry core —
undone palms release their hammering nails.
The face re-emerges in a giant's mouth of dog teeth
as the chest cage rattles of bats bequeathed to the cyclic turning of our peeping limelight.
Elasticizing pupils into vertical slits of their dark
for the refuge of mechanical creatures at their witching hour.
The mass grave shakes of bleached bone,
and the serpents arrive by the bells above the coffins.
...
#monsters
#mythology
#surreal
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