Surreal Poems
#surreal
Surreal poems, poetry describing bizarre, unexpected and dreamlike occurrences. Surreal poems exploring the creative potential of the unconscious mind. Also poetry about the Surrealist movement in art and culture.
Waiting
Many await the receding of the dark,
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Like Bertha Mason
I now sometimes see you
Dear across the big pond dwelling cousins
As the sort of cousin
One may well
Keep locked away
In a secret room
And that you never
Under any circumstances
Speak of!
But yet
The reverse could easily apply
Trump, Truss true....!
by Jemia
Dear across the big pond dwelling cousins
As the sort of cousin
One may well
Keep locked away
In a secret room
And that you never
Under any circumstances
Speak of!
But yet
The reverse could easily apply
Trump, Truss true....!
by Jemia
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#politics
#satirical
#surreal
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Nighttime
The time of night!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
#dark
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#surreal
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Eyes Cloudy
Eyes once bright with sunlight.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
#breakup
#depression
#love
#sadness
#surreal
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Scarlet Butterflies
The sun shines blue
Over purple yellow skies
As jaded streams
Run far, and deep
As nature wears another disguise
For hidden amongst the black foxgloves
Over fields of lavendar orange
Fly scarlet butterflies
Soaring through the misty haze
Where exist my dreams
Where nothing quite seems
As it seems
That's the thing
About scarlet butterfly dreams
by Jemia
Over purple yellow skies
As jaded streams
Run far, and deep
As nature wears another disguise
For hidden amongst the black foxgloves
Over fields of lavendar orange
Fly scarlet butterflies
Soaring through the misty haze
Where exist my dreams
Where nothing quite seems
As it seems
That's the thing
About scarlet butterfly dreams
by Jemia
#beauty
#butterfly
#dreams #surreal
#dreams #surreal
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Stumped
I was going to write a poem about Donald Trump
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
#corruption
#HumanRights
#nightmares
#politics
#surreal
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under Themes I’ve put surreal, but it’s really nonsense
you say living in the past isn’t good,
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
#surreal
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Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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My Poetic Knife
Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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That They're There
Me, and my ears
Have 'special' relationship
In as much, as weve agreed
That i don't look at them
And likewise
They've agreed
Not to look at me!
They justb lurk there
Beneath my hair
So i'm left knowing
That they're there
Always
Listening to my every word!
Not only walls have ears
So do heads!
by Jemia
Have 'special' relationship
In as much, as weve agreed
That i don't look at them
And likewise
They've agreed
Not to look at me!
They justb lurk there
Beneath my hair
So i'm left knowing
That they're there
Always
Listening to my every word!
Not only walls have ears
So do heads!
by Jemia
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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