Surreal by Top Critiquers Poems
#surreal
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
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Coddle me at your Breast
Humbled deep down
Honored by worship offering
A Viper though
Can't help but to bite
Symbolism has no path here
A lonely rider
Out on the wing of solitude
Gentle breezes
Keep me at bay
I will gaze at you hungrily
Just feed me at your breast
Coddle me to sleep
Honored by worship offering
A Viper though
Can't help but to bite
Symbolism has no path here
A lonely rider
Out on the wing of solitude
Gentle breezes
Keep me at bay
I will gaze at you hungrily
Just feed me at your breast
Coddle me to sleep
#loneliness
#dark
#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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Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
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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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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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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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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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Dream Logic

#lust
#sex
#dreams #surreal
#dreams #surreal
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