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.
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
28th Dec 2024 12:59pm
Nora
A witch
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
Upon her broken broom
Came a'crashing through my window
Into my bedroom
Sending ornaments, and such like
Smashing to the ground
I was to stupified
To say anything profound
Then she spoke,
As quietly as a wisp of smoke
"I don't suppose, if it's not to much bother!"
"I could trouble you for a cup of tea?"
So i wandered into the kitchen
Full of mystery
Wondering whether i was dreaming...........
By the time i returned to my room
She was sat down looking relaxed
Everything seemed...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#surreal
#witches
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Shon
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:48am
28th Dec 2024 10:48am
Red Polka dot & blue
I met some ladies last night.
Two and three.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
The later was so friendly.
To her friends I was welcomed too.
I asked the beatitude, why?
She replied cause you.
You looked so friendly too.
I thought I'd gone home alone.
Awaking in the morn.
Throwing the duvet aside.
I happened to glance back.
There they were.
Lying side by side.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
Memories of last night.
Came flooding back.
Of red, polka dot & blue.
Thro in...
Two and three.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
The later was so friendly.
To her friends I was welcomed too.
I asked the beatitude, why?
She replied cause you.
You looked so friendly too.
I thought I'd gone home alone.
Awaking in the morn.
Throwing the duvet aside.
I happened to glance back.
There they were.
Lying side by side.
One in red, polka dot & blue.
Memories of last night.
Came flooding back.
Of red, polka dot & blue.
Thro in...
#dreams
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 11:54pm
27th Dec 2024 11:54pm
To Infinity And Beyond
(my test tube theory on our existence)
...that the whole universe is contained within a giant testube, and that we are simply part of an experiment, and that these giant other beings/scientists, themselves inside another test tube, and that this is part of a infinite Russian Doll affect, and that each level there are various similar experiments going on at the same time, which may explain why some believe, or sense, that there are parallel universes, and also explain why we cannot comprehend, or understand the true meaning of infinity, as surely there has to be an end somewhere, but if...
...that the whole universe is contained within a giant testube, and that we are simply part of an experiment, and that these giant other beings/scientists, themselves inside another test tube, and that this is part of a infinite Russian Doll affect, and that each level there are various similar experiments going on at the same time, which may explain why some believe, or sense, that there are parallel universes, and also explain why we cannot comprehend, or understand the true meaning of infinity, as surely there has to be an end somewhere, but if...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 11:34pm
23rd Dec 2024 11:34pm
S'now Joke!
Need to rant!!!!
I will never help anyone again......EVER! I'm too kind hearted, or I'm too stupid..... 😞
Yesterday it was so cold out that i took a man into my flat out of the kindness of my heart, i felt so sorry for him, poor thing was standing stiff and frozen out in the cold. i turned up the heating and let him stay overnight. However this morning he had just vanished. Not a word...not even a goodbye or a thank you for sheltering him.
The last straw?!?! When I realized he had peed all over the floor of the flat
! That's the “thank you” I get for being good to...
I will never help anyone again......EVER! I'm too kind hearted, or I'm too stupid..... 😞
Yesterday it was so cold out that i took a man into my flat out of the kindness of my heart, i felt so sorry for him, poor thing was standing stiff and frozen out in the cold. i turned up the heating and let him stay overnight. However this morning he had just vanished. Not a word...not even a goodbye or a thank you for sheltering him.
The last straw?!?! When I realized he had peed all over the floor of the flat
! That's the “thank you” I get for being good to...
#Christmas
#funny
#satirical
#snow
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 9:43pm
22nd Dec 2024 9:43pm
A Cocc, And Bull Tale
The cuckoos
coccyx
Lay damaged
by the cocks crow
As the cocks
coccyx
Began to
glow
And
so
Both thought it
all very unfair
As they
hobbled about
With a sore
derriere!
by Jemia
coccyx
Lay damaged
by the cocks crow
As the cocks
coccyx
Began to
glow
And
so
Both thought it
all very unfair
As they
hobbled about
With a sore
derriere!
by Jemia
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 7:34pm
19th Dec 2024 7:34pm
Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
#dreams
#magic
#surreal
#tea
#women
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 2:45am
18th Dec 2024 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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missjem56
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 3:16am
15th Dec 2024 3:16am
Night Of The Living Wobble!
It was once said
That Weevils wobble
But they don't fall down
I used to be a Weevil
Now i'm just a wobble
"Remember you're a wobble
Like a womble
Only different....
by Jemia
That Weevils wobble
But they don't fall down
I used to be a Weevil
Now i'm just a wobble
"Remember you're a wobble
Like a womble
Only different....
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 2:56pm
4th Dec 2024 2:56pm
A Marriage
I had seen its pulsating glow
From down here, on the earth below
Its light had disturbed my sleep
Beneath it's slow stagnant creep
In desperation, and despair
I gained no sleep, under the moon all aglare
So i grabbed my bow, and held it true
As i shot my golden arrow to the moon
It sat like a lantern shadowed raven
Amongst the night skies there engraven
My arrow meanwhile, continued its mission
For i captured the moon, in my vision
The moon got angry, it turned a blood red
As it stood there scowling, above my...
From down here, on the earth below
Its light had disturbed my sleep
Beneath it's slow stagnant creep
In desperation, and despair
I gained no sleep, under the moon all aglare
So i grabbed my bow, and held it true
As i shot my golden arrow to the moon
It sat like a lantern shadowed raven
Amongst the night skies there engraven
My arrow meanwhile, continued its mission
For i captured the moon, in my vision
The moon got angry, it turned a blood red
As it stood there scowling, above my...
#magic
#moon
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 11:36pm
3rd Dec 2024 11:36pm
Multi Story Far Lark, Scrambled!
I am many things
I can multi task
At the drop of a pin
Not only pick up the proverbial pin
But scold the careless person
Who dropped the pin that didn't actually exist!
Dropping pins willy-nilly
I can write stuff, and do art
I can dance, like a bakewell tart
I can work as a team
Useful perhaps in a menage a troix!
I can paint the entirety of a house
And plant a myriad trees
Dance like a butterfly
A bit nervous around bees
I am the missing spoke
Of a bicycle wheel
Useful to be, if this was for real
I am...
I can multi task
At the drop of a pin
Not only pick up the proverbial pin
But scold the careless person
Who dropped the pin that didn't actually exist!
Dropping pins willy-nilly
I can write stuff, and do art
I can dance, like a bakewell tart
I can work as a team
Useful perhaps in a menage a troix!
I can paint the entirety of a house
And plant a myriad trees
Dance like a butterfly
A bit nervous around bees
I am the missing spoke
Of a bicycle wheel
Useful to be, if this was for real
I am...
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 00:13am
1st Dec 2024 00:13am
Trans Reindeers With The Hump
Tis now the eve of december
A time to remember
NOT to watch tv
Avoid christmas ads, and emails
If anyone brings christmas into any conversation
Grunt audibly, then say "bah humbug!"
Then wander off, grumbling incoherently
Ironic that the first santa
Came to us from 11th century Turkey
Sounds like he was hatched!
Turkey, and santa, are you kidding me?
When santa lived in Turkey, he had no reindeer
And managed without for over 600 hundred years
Perhaps he used camels instead
Imagine six camels soaring into the night...
A time to remember
NOT to watch tv
Avoid christmas ads, and emails
If anyone brings christmas into any conversation
Grunt audibly, then say "bah humbug!"
Then wander off, grumbling incoherently
Ironic that the first santa
Came to us from 11th century Turkey
Sounds like he was hatched!
Turkey, and santa, are you kidding me?
When santa lived in Turkey, he had no reindeer
And managed without for over 600 hundred years
Perhaps he used camels instead
Imagine six camels soaring into the night...
#Christmas
#funny
#parody
#satirical
#surreal
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