Surreal by Top Critiquers Poems
#surreal
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
6th Feb 2020 6:23pm
6th Feb 2020 6:23pm
Impress Upon Perception
as it bends
descending
geometric gravity
spins all around me
saturated in
recycled religions
collapsing, crash
blending beliefs in
cataclysmic relief
foothold wedged
on wind, whirling
quantum stars
release orgasms
organically
free for nothing
left clutching
quenching my
hyperbole
collapsing
left standing
in the rain
descending
geometric gravity
spins all around me
saturated in
recycled religions
collapsing, crash
blending beliefs in
cataclysmic relief
foothold wedged
on wind, whirling
quantum stars
release orgasms
organically
free for nothing
left clutching
quenching my
hyperbole
collapsing
left standing
in the rain
#identity
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#surreal
#StreamOfConsciousness
635 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
12th May 2021 1:10am
12th May 2021 1:10am
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 won't come for you
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 won't come for you
Just feed me at your breast
Coddle me to sleep
#loneliness
#dark
#surreal
484 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
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
624 reads
20 Comments
Kii_Ahn
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 3:56pm
27th Mar 2024 3:56pm
DEER
He was walking ever so
carefully down the winding
road
The most alluring of milky scents
wafted through the crisp
air
A blue roaring beast slowed
to a full stop with light brighter than
day
Now he could only smell
the rough choke of
diesel
He didn't even bother to
leap away as he was
disappointed
There was no collision and
he'd rather die than lose scent of
rose-milk
carefully down the winding
road
The most alluring of milky scents
wafted through the crisp
air
A blue roaring beast slowed
to a full stop with light brighter than
day
Now he could only smell
the rough choke of
diesel
He didn't even bother to
leap away as he was
disappointed
There was no collision and
he'd rather die than lose scent of
rose-milk
#LookingForLove
#MentalHealth
#surreal
128 reads
13 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:00pm
Yesterday 11:00pm
Dream machine
I’m on the brink of falling asleep
Just let me snooze
Please let me fleet
Fleet to the land of magic and dreams
Memories fizz
We’re in the dream machine
Colours go blurry
Textures all furry
I’m morphing
I’m changing
I’m on the other side of reality
Time becomes obsolete
Mystical worlds reveal themselves
It it just in my imagination
Or is this all my own creation?
Just let me snooze
Please let me fleet
Fleet to the land of magic and dreams
Memories fizz
We’re in the dream machine
Colours go blurry
Textures all furry
I’m morphing
I’m changing
I’m on the other side of reality
Time becomes obsolete
Mystical worlds reveal themselves
It it just in my imagination
Or is this all my own creation?
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2024
#surreal
40 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 4:18pm
29th Feb 2024 4:18pm
Symphony of artichokes
As if it were about listening to sticks,
she swirled free over the pannels,
stormy in emerald bread.
The invisible notes rose in the air,
each soft chord eats the breeze,
echoing among the bestial flakes.
The sun, maestro, reacted to the spectacle,
painting eyes in tones of leather and flesh,
as he lassoed himself with the wind.
There in the hustle and bustle of heights,
the soul contracted its secret trespass,
woven between the ureter and the uterus.
she swirled free over the pannels,
stormy in emerald bread.
The invisible notes rose in the air,
each soft chord eats the breeze,
echoing among the bestial flakes.
The sun, maestro, reacted to the spectacle,
painting eyes in tones of leather and flesh,
as he lassoed himself with the wind.
There in the hustle and bustle of heights,
the soul contracted its secret trespass,
woven between the ureter and the uterus.
#surreal
39 reads
0 Comments
PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 2:24am
20th Mar 2020 2:24am
Get Better Soon
The aisles are bare,
No food to find in there,
Everyone is panicked,
But in a calm sort of way,
There is no violence
That I have seen, personally.
No anger on the faces,
Of the strangers on the street.
But the tension is visible
If you look deep,
I feel it just beneath the surface,
Evidenced by the pizza place
Only 3 miles away,
That was held up at gunpoint
Just yesterday.
Uncertainty, even temporary,
Has sent shivers
Through our quiet "safe" little city. ...
No food to find in there,
Everyone is panicked,
But in a calm sort of way,
There is no violence
That I have seen, personally.
No anger on the faces,
Of the strangers on the street.
But the tension is visible
If you look deep,
I feel it just beneath the surface,
Evidenced by the pizza place
Only 3 miles away,
That was held up at gunpoint
Just yesterday.
Uncertainty, even temporary,
Has sent shivers
Through our quiet "safe" little city. ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#surreal
172 reads
14 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 11:40pm
14th Mar 2024 11:40pm
poem without meaning
sitting in his room reading anything else into it
would be silly
would be silly
#surreal
82 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
36 reads
3 Comments
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