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.
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Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
Masking Death With Life
The death mask laid upon my face
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
Destiny Blinded by the Fog of Psychosis
I will find the way.
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
#dark
#FeelingLost
#hell
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 2:07am
29th Nov 2024 2:07am
A Bit Of A Tall Story
Whilst at the supermarket
Just the other day
I purchased some super king sized eggs
For omelettes, in disarray
Unfortunately
When i cracked open the shell
A baby pterodactyl popped out, well
Perhaps
I could try a pterodactyl curry too
(Well i am 10%, chicken vindaloo!)
Or pterodactyl risotto would be nice
But i then looked into it's pleading
Yet quite scary eyes
And glad it couldn't yet fly
As i'd clipped it's wings, on the sly
And not wanting to appear rude
I decided to conjure it some food
Funnily enough, i...
Just the other day
I purchased some super king sized eggs
For omelettes, in disarray
Unfortunately
When i cracked open the shell
A baby pterodactyl popped out, well
Perhaps
I could try a pterodactyl curry too
(Well i am 10%, chicken vindaloo!)
Or pterodactyl risotto would be nice
But i then looked into it's pleading
Yet quite scary eyes
And glad it couldn't yet fly
As i'd clipped it's wings, on the sly
And not wanting to appear rude
I decided to conjure it some food
Funnily enough, i...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 2:38pm
22nd Nov 2024 2:38pm
Preferring The Horn
The pauper porpoise poet
Was a very poor porpoise indeed
As she spent all of her lobster money
On copious ammounts of mead
She read her poems at open mics
But her words were all at sea
Apart from one fine night, she got it right
And flipped her flippers with glee!
Some thought she was a dolphin
Which would really piss her off
And one even called her "Flipper"
She told him to foff!
Yet she found him quite attractive
He was a swordfish, well endowed
And when she saw how 'sharp' he was
Their marriage was avowed ...
Was a very poor porpoise indeed
As she spent all of her lobster money
On copious ammounts of mead
She read her poems at open mics
But her words were all at sea
Apart from one fine night, she got it right
And flipped her flippers with glee!
Some thought she was a dolphin
Which would really piss her off
And one even called her "Flipper"
She told him to foff!
Yet she found him quite attractive
He was a swordfish, well endowed
And when she saw how 'sharp' he was
Their marriage was avowed ...
#betrayal
#fish
#funny
#satirical
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
Eyes Ablaze
This fury within…
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
#anger
#dark
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
Hollow Man
Hollow of eyes,
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#scary #surreal
#scary #surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
Love With Shut Eyes
Love lost in the light.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
Gentle Thunderstorms Within
There is a soothing storm within.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
#crush
#depression
#FallingInLove
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 2:55pm
16th Nov 2024 2:55pm
Very Close Encounters!
I was once propositioned by an alien
She was purple from head, to toe
I knew this, as i think she was naked
That's why i think she was a female of the species
Also, she had very long eyelashes, on all three eyes
How i ended up in the company of aliens
I can't quite fully remember
I was merely walking down a long, and lonely
Dark country lane in the early hours
Earlier that evening
I'd spotted something unnerving
In my local take-away
I was so horrified, i fled from the take-away
At the sight of some UFO'S...
She was purple from head, to toe
I knew this, as i think she was naked
That's why i think she was a female of the species
Also, she had very long eyelashes, on all three eyes
How i ended up in the company of aliens
I can't quite fully remember
I was merely walking down a long, and lonely
Dark country lane in the early hours
Earlier that evening
I'd spotted something unnerving
In my local take-away
I was so horrified, i fled from the take-away
At the sight of some UFO'S...
#aliens
#funny
#sex #surreal
#sex #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 10:53pm
11th Nov 2024 10:53pm
The Inbetween World
They weren't exactly Fairies
Nor were they precisely Butterflies
They existed in this Middle World
Where they were a bit of both
Not unlike the Pixie Dragonflies
Although, most flowers were the same in both worlds
Only their colours were different
Buttercups thus, were Yellow, and Red
And Evergreens' leaves were ever Green, and Blue
Although curiously,
Bluebells were Blue in our world, and human world
The Sun, was both Gold, and Turquoise
And the Moon Silver, and Verdigris
Undulating grassland of Green, and Orange
Swept...
Nor were they precisely Butterflies
They existed in this Middle World
Where they were a bit of both
Not unlike the Pixie Dragonflies
Although, most flowers were the same in both worlds
Only their colours were different
Buttercups thus, were Yellow, and Red
And Evergreens' leaves were ever Green, and Blue
Although curiously,
Bluebells were Blue in our world, and human world
The Sun, was both Gold, and Turquoise
And the Moon Silver, and Verdigris
Undulating grassland of Green, and Orange
Swept...
#fairies
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 3:59pm
7th Nov 2024 3:59pm
Fairy Dust
Lost in thought
As i traverse, the universe
Exploring worm holes
Deep space and curious portals
To other worlds
I then venture through the deep dark mists
Of the ethereal
Encountering entities
O another nature
Full of magic, and mystery
These beings wove tapestries
Within rainbows
That were then hung
Onto groaning boughs
Off low hanging trees
More was revealed,
As the mists began to dissipate
I became further aware
Of the strange nature
As a golden light
Trespassed through the trees
As a...
As i traverse, the universe
Exploring worm holes
Deep space and curious portals
To other worlds
I then venture through the deep dark mists
Of the ethereal
Encountering entities
O another nature
Full of magic, and mystery
These beings wove tapestries
Within rainbows
That were then hung
Onto groaning boughs
Off low hanging trees
More was revealed,
As the mists began to dissipate
I became further aware
Of the strange nature
As a golden light
Trespassed through the trees
As a...
#dreams
#fairies
#nature #surreal
#nature #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 00:34am
2nd Nov 2024 00:34am
Talking Pigeon
I went to see my doctor
she said "how are your stools?"
"Very comfy thanks!"
"Although, one has a strange colour
in the padding"
She looked at me aghast, and appalled
I
Still misinterpretting her meaning
And puzzled at her reaction
Said
"I also have a three legged one for milking
not that i use it , as i don't have a cow!"
She asked me what on earth i was talking about
As she had never heard of a three legged cow
I said "no no no no no!"
"It's my stools with the...
she said "how are your stools?"
"Very comfy thanks!"
"Although, one has a strange colour
in the padding"
She looked at me aghast, and appalled
I
Still misinterpretting her meaning
And puzzled at her reaction
Said
"I also have a three legged one for milking
not that i use it , as i don't have a cow!"
She asked me what on earth i was talking about
As she had never heard of a three legged cow
I said "no no no no no!"
"It's my stools with the...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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