Least Read Surreal Poems
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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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FeNyX
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
Post Atomic Punk Witch Queen Of The City
Standing with her hand on her hip silhouetted by the dreams of her childhood
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
#love
#dreams
#surreal
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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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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
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
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
15th Jan 2019 1:20am
15th Jan 2019 1:20am
a first-aid kit within an arm's reach
adhesive bandage of the bend and beck
where the sand stitches the sound
they vulcanize the elemental
instant cold compress of the mole
whose claustrophobia is the sky,
and the dark is a mountainful
packet of aspirin is an armpit which alms
solace a winter's pittance, indoors is a dream
of the frosted woods and a finger's whorls
tweezers for the barb a stranger
undermines your skin and strays for a year
they are the therapy seasonals
thermometer made from the chimney
whose one job is to spew instead ...
where the sand stitches the sound
they vulcanize the elemental
instant cold compress of the mole
whose claustrophobia is the sky,
and the dark is a mountainful
packet of aspirin is an armpit which alms
solace a winter's pittance, indoors is a dream
of the frosted woods and a finger's whorls
tweezers for the barb a stranger
undermines your skin and strays for a year
they are the therapy seasonals
thermometer made from the chimney
whose one job is to spew instead ...
#scifi
#surreal
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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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missjem56
Poem Published
Today 2:45am
Today 2:45am
Time For The Goblet Of Honey
There's a toilet roll
By my shoulder
Tis true
But not there
For the loo
But a random aitchoo
It's currently looped
Over the stem
Of a bottle
Of balsamic vinegar
Which is half sticking
Out of a drawer
Of a bookcase
With no books
After this write
And read
You too
May fancy mead!
by Jemia
By my shoulder
Tis true
But not there
For the loo
But a random aitchoo
It's currently looped
Over the stem
Of a bottle
Of balsamic vinegar
Which is half sticking
Out of a drawer
Of a bookcase
With no books
After this write
And read
You too
May fancy mead!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#satirical
#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
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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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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