Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
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
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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...
...
from
the p (/b)leating
p(/f)uckering
t(h) ig h > ten < in g
nationless uni-ver sal =1=
b (f)akes
c r a\\ // c k s
this
veritably
maillard
hard
in the
b (f)rown in g
as (s)
dr y
rap~ lessly ri pp ed
|#|p arch i n g|#|
lands
cuts @itself
over the deep ly ...
from
the p (/b)leating
p(/f)uckering
t(h) ig h > ten < in g
nationless uni-ver sal =1=
b (f)akes
c r a\\ // c k s
this
veritably
maillard
hard
in the
b (f)rown in g
as (s)
dr y
rap~ lessly ri pp ed
|#|p arch i n g|#|
lands
cuts @itself
over the deep ly ...
#love
#dark
#identity
#spiritual
#surreal
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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
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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
418 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
415 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
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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
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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7 Comments
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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1 Comment
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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6 Comments
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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1 Comment
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