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.
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 7:19am
27th Jul 2024 7:19am
Now He's into Mice and AI
In high school
he was into me
Groped me in my sparkly blue Firebird
as we listened to Billy Joel
I pushed him away
I can't help it, he said
You've got looks.
He was just part of my crowd
Never a close friend
Definitely not a boyfriend
Hadn't thought of him in ages
Looked him up on Facebook
His background photo shows mice
So does his portrait photo.
Mice!
Mice everywhere.
Hand built castles for mice
with tiny arched doorways,
and meticulously designed
little napping...
he was into me
Groped me in my sparkly blue Firebird
as we listened to Billy Joel
I pushed him away
I can't help it, he said
You've got looks.
He was just part of my crowd
Never a close friend
Definitely not a boyfriend
Hadn't thought of him in ages
Looked him up on Facebook
His background photo shows mice
So does his portrait photo.
Mice!
Mice everywhere.
Hand built castles for mice
with tiny arched doorways,
and meticulously designed
little napping...
#animals
#friendship
#LifeStruggles #surreal
#LifeStruggles #surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 3:28pm
23rd Jul 2024 3:28pm
A Swallow Without Wings
I knew an old lady
That swallowed a war
Yet she knewb it wouldn't work
As she'd tried it before
I knew an old lady
That swallowed her tears
At all the abuse
She'd suffered for years
I knew an olf lady
That swallowed her rapist
It happened in childhood
Her rapist was papist
I knew an old lady
That swallowed more bullshit
Her husband was lying
And she just knew it
I knew an old lady
That swallowed his cheating
She didn't dare question him
Or face another beating
I...
That swallowed a war
Yet she knewb it wouldn't work
As she'd tried it before
I knew an old lady
That swallowed her tears
At all the abuse
She'd suffered for years
I knew an olf lady
That swallowed her rapist
It happened in childhood
Her rapist was papist
I knew an old lady
That swallowed more bullshit
Her husband was lying
And she just knew it
I knew an old lady
That swallowed his cheating
She didn't dare question him
Or face another beating
I...
#abuse
#aging
#parody
#surreal
#women
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 5:01pm
18th Jul 2024 5:01pm
The Cycloptic Pixie
The mother, was orphaned at a very young age
So knew nothing of her parentage
Or that one of them, was part pixie
And the other, part cyclops
So thus, the inner child within the mothers womb
Was effectively, A one-eyed pixie
This child, also had an inner eye
Ordinarilly referred to as the third eye
But in this case, was the second eye
None of which
Would make little sense, to an average human
As most would have two eyes already
And couldn't comprehend
A cycloptic pixie with an inner eye!
Unfortunately
In the case of...
So knew nothing of her parentage
Or that one of them, was part pixie
And the other, part cyclops
So thus, the inner child within the mothers womb
Was effectively, A one-eyed pixie
This child, also had an inner eye
Ordinarilly referred to as the third eye
But in this case, was the second eye
None of which
Would make little sense, to an average human
As most would have two eyes already
And couldn't comprehend
A cycloptic pixie with an inner eye!
Unfortunately
In the case of...
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 6:28pm
23rd Jun 2024 6:28pm
TO RENEW
To reflect on this
Serendipitous
Crushed flowers, the wind a spear
Carried to forsaken doorsteps
A light in the sky
Artificial sun
And a closing eye
For yesterday has died
A stone's throw away
Inundation of true bliss
Serendipitous
A carmine streak
A poignant hue
To some, a river of blood
But it beckons me back
To greater misfortunes
I paint not with pigment
My landscapes are of the mind
A crescendo of words
To ease an appetite
May...
Serendipitous
Crushed flowers, the wind a spear
Carried to forsaken doorsteps
A light in the sky
Artificial sun
And a closing eye
For yesterday has died
A stone's throw away
Inundation of true bliss
Serendipitous
A carmine streak
A poignant hue
To some, a river of blood
But it beckons me back
To greater misfortunes
I paint not with pigment
My landscapes are of the mind
A crescendo of words
To ease an appetite
May...
#hope
#PowerOfWords
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 11:52am
21st Jun 2024 11:52am
A Moth In A Broth
It is said.....
"To many cooks, spoil the broth"
Tis true
I remember once
Putting to many cooks
In a broth
They completed ruined it!
And they tasted awful!
A moth in a broth
Going a little goth
Would possibly taste better
But may give me
Butterflies
In my stomach?
by Jemia
"To many cooks, spoil the broth"
Tis true
I remember once
Putting to many cooks
In a broth
They completed ruined it!
And they tasted awful!
A moth in a broth
Going a little goth
Would possibly taste better
But may give me
Butterflies
In my stomach?
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 8:47pm
20th Jun 2024 8:47pm
Ruby Murray
Off to the lands
Of a thousand dreams
Another world
Where the sun shines
Blue, and green
That isn't quite
The Utopia
It imagines it is
For within this world
Lie monsters
Demons with smiling faces
And pleasant demeanors
With a dark inner side
Superficial niceties
And a smile
That would eat you alive
As dark as Sambuka
Without the sweetness
There-in lingers
The dark caves
No gold filled dragon hoards
Or witches curses
Or abstract puzzles to solve
Nor truths to find
The caves...
Of a thousand dreams
Another world
Where the sun shines
Blue, and green
That isn't quite
The Utopia
It imagines it is
For within this world
Lie monsters
Demons with smiling faces
And pleasant demeanors
With a dark inner side
Superficial niceties
And a smile
That would eat you alive
As dark as Sambuka
Without the sweetness
There-in lingers
The dark caves
No gold filled dragon hoards
Or witches curses
Or abstract puzzles to solve
Nor truths to find
The caves...
#environment
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 2:57pm
18th Jun 2024 2:57pm
Shadows
The dying sun
Lying low over the deep horizon
Set within a dreaming sky
Shining bright
Hidden light
LOife turns to purple
Becoming ever surreal
Ethereal images
Dance
Over shimmering twilight
The night closes in
Amongst the looming shadows
Of my life
by Jemia
Lying low over the deep horizon
Set within a dreaming sky
Shining bright
Hidden light
LOife turns to purple
Becoming ever surreal
Ethereal images
Dance
Over shimmering twilight
The night closes in
Amongst the looming shadows
Of my life
by Jemia
#depression
#FeelingLost
#sadness #surreal
#sadness #surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
Intoxicated
I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
#addiction
#bipolar
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
Traumatically Windblown
Psychosis carried in the gales,
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#surreal
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 2:29pm
3rd Jun 2024 2:29pm
Eternal Surrender
In the sanctuary of shared ecstasy, desire’s symphony unfolds,
Your body arches, a willing vessel to his primal pulse,
With every thrust, he delves deeper, igniting a consuming fire.
"Oh God," you moan, a plea that echoes in the shadows,
His thick desire, a forbidden fruit, tantalizes your senses,
A surrender to the raw and untamed.
Like a storm, he plunges deep, a relentless heartbeat against your core,
Each surge of pleasure threatens to shatter you,
Yet you cling to it, teetering on the edge of madness.
He loses...
Your body arches, a willing vessel to his primal pulse,
With every thrust, he delves deeper, igniting a consuming fire.
"Oh God," you moan, a plea that echoes in the shadows,
His thick desire, a forbidden fruit, tantalizes your senses,
A surrender to the raw and untamed.
Like a storm, he plunges deep, a relentless heartbeat against your core,
Each surge of pleasure threatens to shatter you,
Yet you cling to it, teetering on the edge of madness.
He loses...
#erotic
#love
#seductive
#sensual
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
Into a Surrealist’s Utopia
Part 1
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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missjem56
Poem Published
31st May 2024 5:04pm
31st May 2024 5:04pm
Kangaroos Only Have Two
sub title: "The Mysterious Case, Of The Seven Legged Spider"
At first glance, this may not appear to be that mysterious to the average reader.
The spider in question, may, or may not of been born with a leg missing, and that also, despite having one leg less, than your average spider, he, or she, could scamper, and scuttle across the carpet, at a frightening speed
The universe often attempts to offer a kind of balance, an equillibrium
When visiting another dimension, i think it was the day before yesterday, or maybe the day before, or after that. i stumbled...
At first glance, this may not appear to be that mysterious to the average reader.
The spider in question, may, or may not of been born with a leg missing, and that also, despite having one leg less, than your average spider, he, or she, could scamper, and scuttle across the carpet, at a frightening speed
The universe often attempts to offer a kind of balance, an equillibrium
When visiting another dimension, i think it was the day before yesterday, or maybe the day before, or after that. i stumbled...
#funny
#satirical
#ShortStory #surreal
#ShortStory #surreal
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