Best Hallucinating Poems


Premium Member Trapped

Since a young age,
I've learned how to see 
beyond the darkness -
but what has become of me?

Surrounded by blackness
and eerie silence,
gasping for air,
I can't move,
feeling lifeless and helpless.

What is happening to me -
is this paralysis of sleep  
or a lucid nightmare.

Cramped for space
placed in a horizontal rectangle -
I can't feel my heart beat.

I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because then, no one will rescue me

maybe it's better if I fall asleep.

It's getting cold,
I can hear raindrops -
or is it my mother's tears.

I try to scream for her,
but the tongue is silent.

Am I hallucinating
or are they my father's hands

help me dad, help me...

Simple Musing
17 October 2020

Wanted to leave this poem open to interpretation.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

The Returning Smiles

The Retuning Smiles

i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress  of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around 
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,

Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with 
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
     big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing 
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow 
To seriously size me up 
     for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing 
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
    “How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there.  Even
Gone was the street I assumed
    I’d been walking along…

And neither had I been dreaming, but 
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed. 
I’d been hallucinating.  Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and 
    horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a 
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~

Who come, then go.


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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to 
God…

Premium Member The Red King

Red

I can see it still
The most brilliant red
I have ever seen

Years ago
Out with the dog
Cutting through the trees
In the undergrowth appeared
Flashing right in front of me
A dazzling ruby

Unreal at first
More like a dream
Like seeing a fairy
I thought I was hallucinating

The only thing there 
Was an itty bitty bird dressed in olive green
It flitted about mere inches from me
Dispensing chipper notes
Doing its own thing

Then it happened again
That brilliant shock of red

To my surprise and delight
It was a hidden crest
Red of deepest purest hue
Graced the feathers
Of this tiny sovereign's head

You
The sweetest little king
The first time I saw you
I will never forget

Forever my lord
My Ruby Crowned Kinglet


Premium Member Madcap Happiness

happiness, puppy-sweet, lapping at toes. the strumming of sea nymph shells. the laughter of intoxicated friends, slightly tipsy, imbibing in whites and reds, sharing spousal threads and temporarily forgetting the kids, though their eyes drip with tenderness, like honey, as they release the swash of grandchildren pics, ebbing and flowing in the sea of collaborative commotion.

like drunken sailors
with dancing tattoos of kids —
housework abandoned

happiness bubbling over, no stinging jellyfish, only a high as you ride the whimsical spout of a humdinger of a whale. the splash of happiness as your adventurous boat glides over funny water, the rapids contained amidst the cool glacial vistas.

hallucinating 
goliath-size polar bears
waving with a coke

friend, i’ll join you in your happiness, sipping our sumptuous chalices, dressed in medieval wimples and petticoats. we shall chat alongside the faerie garden - the wisps of pink and blue wings, a sparkling chatter of singsong at the lovely affair.

wee chalices cheer
our frolicking happiness
leaving us breathless

6/5/19
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penned 14 April 2015

Premium Member July Turns the Page -- Acid Summer

july turns the page
choking on august's breathless
unbearable days...

humid-silenced chimes
sunlight's once-joy gasps, heat-drained
~ hallucinating




                June 23, 2020
      Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
            Sponsor: Tania Kitchin


Premium Member Christmas Parodies examples

Christmas Song parodies 

Feliz Navidad

Police! Oh my god!
Police! Oh my god!
Police! Oh my god!
Put me in handcuffs because I rob.

I Wanna phone call this very instant!
I Wanna phone call this very instant!
I Wanna phone call this very instant!
I beg pardon with all my heart!


Away In A Manger 

Away to Aruba I wish I could go
But I've used all of my PTO
I don't have the money to get over there
My account is empty, I'm paycheck impaired


Rocking Around the Christmas Tree

Rocking in my old folks chair
Trying to recall my own name
Mr.Edwards takes a might fall
Trying to walk with a candy cane 

You will get a hallucinating feeling when you hear
Voices saying your names Holly 
Yet! I don't think my names Holly

Rocking in my old folks chair
That doesn't mean I'm done
Come visit me after my third or fourth nap 
and we're sure to have some fun!


The Little Drummer Boy

I just finished Christmas treats
Tum tum tum tum tums
There's food I'm not supposed to eat
Tum tum tum tum tums
Digestion has been on the blink
Tum tum tum tum tums
Oops, afraid that one will stink 
Tum tum tum tum tums
Tum tum tum  tums
Tum tum tum  tums
You know where that came from
Tum tum tum tum tums
From my bum. From my bum.

Up On the Housetop

Up on the house top he hears claws,
Scratching and roaring, oh my god!
Is it a panther or lioness?!
You've had too many, just confess!

Woah ho ho!! Over he goes!
Woah ho ho!! Right in the snow.
He's up on the housetop getting sick...
Ladders and alcohol don't mix!

Premium Member Yep That's Me

As I sit under this tree
Eating pills and drinking whiskey

These mosquitoes are draining my blood
Thinking bout covering myself with mud

Wondering how a fella could get right here
Well Hell been working on it. 53 year

I've ran through friends and so many women
Sooner or later they know they got a lemon

I'm hallucinating and homeless and luckily I have no car
Makes it easy not to give a 
I have to keep leaving things behind to lighten my load
One of these days it will be me I leave behind
© Jay Moore  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Haunted Cemetery


A gale force wind was blowing one cold October night
With a hunter's moon in the sky that was shining so bright
I took a shortcut through the cemetery as I'd often done before
And in ten minutes or so I'd be at home at my front door.

As I neared the cemetery exit, I had one hell of a fright
I saw a tall ghostly figure that was dressed in all white
I was seized with sheer terror and ran as fast as I could
My heart was pounding and my legs felt like wood.

I trembled as I fumbled trying to get the key into the lock 
Never before in my entire life had I had such a shock
I reached for the Jack Daniels and poured myself a stiff drink 
Had I been hallucinating? maybe I needed to see a shrink. 

The next morning as I walked past the exit, I had a surprise
And laughed at what I saw before me, I couldn't believe my eyes
In last night's strong winds, a white sheet had blown onto a tree
And that was the 'ghost' that had scared the hell out of me.

Premium Member Wrong Again

I had never seen anything more beautiful.
The scape of it was
snow white and as light as clouds.
The golden heat might of undone
a lesser man but not me.
Let it burn baby let it burn.
This desert was the most beautiful
sight I had ever witnessed.
No one ever told me 
there were flowers in a desert.
I wondered what was underneath
if you got through that blanket of...
I imagined a chocolate raspberry mousse.
Was I hallucinating?
Maybe but who cared.
All my senses were alive.
I could smell it.
I could touch it.
Now I wanted to taste it.
The whip cream,
the flaming Grand Marnier,
the velvet textured...
What?
Desert has a double "s".
You mean Dessert.


..........ahhhh ****!

Illusion

I stood out in the rain
pieces of me dripped out of my eyes
as it stained

My skin with burning pain
never stopped
an out of control train
that crashes up in flames 

Smoke and fire spreading as I am standing
in the middle of this endless plain

Still watching as my good continues to battle
my evil with never ending rain

Hallucinating I'm starting to think a frown 
or a smile are one in the same...
© Sofia Ra  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Devil's Hidden Ranch

DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH

Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath

In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
       
:)   SKAT
© Skat A  Create an image from this poem.

New Dawn

As I roll out of bed tomorrow
I’m gonna say goodbye sorrow
Fare thee well Mr. Cynicism
See you later Mr. Pessimism
Adios to Mr. Skepticism
Exit negativity, enter positivity
No procrastination and inactivity 
An idle mind is the devils workshop
That’s why I’ll exert myself nonstop
No more misery and depression
As exuberance replaces dejection
Success is around the corner
It’s coming now and not later
Victory is surely heading my way
No matter what people may say
I quit banking my future on luck
Time has come to break the duck
A new dawn has shown its face
My home will be a better place
I’m a potential winner, a true born victor
Within me lies a superstar, a megastar
No I’m not building castles in the air, 
I’m not dreaming, I’m not hallucinating
I have to earn my place in history
Put a good ending to my unfinished story
My story is about confidence, not arrogance
I advocate humility, not vanity
Trials and tribulation come and go
Sticky situations are not unique to you
But we all know as well as you do
You need hard work and determination 
For the youth, education is the only solution
You’ve got to make the decision
To extract yourself from destitution 
Leave nothing at all to chance
For fortune favours the brave
No sweet without sweat, no pain, no gain
Each time you fall recollect and try again
A dream doesn’t become reality through magic
Lazy genius is not only sad but also tragic
Stay focused, keep your eyes on the prize
There is no substitute for hard work
There are no secrets to success
Only in the dictionary does success precede work
We are all gifted, skilled and talented 
Unshackle that innate ability 
Let loose that latent capability
I’m gonna prepare, plan and plot
Execute and give it my best shot
Until the day that I hit the jackpot
© John Pen  Create an image from this poem.

Hmmmm -

I must admit I was stumped
My wife’s belly is bulging
and it continues to bulge
as each week passes by ...

Granted, I am NOT a doctor
although I portrayed one on TV
(Well, that’s not EXACTLY true, however
I DID watch numerous Dr. Kildare reruns)
Thus I offered my diagnosis:

“Peaches, it is merely a case of gas"
To which she replied “Kiss my peach!"
“And keep your grubby hands off it too!!"
At that point, I suspected the worse
She was hallucinating! To my knowledge, 
there is no peach orchard in our back yard
and she shuns buying fruit at the fruit stand
Could the gas, having nowhere else to go
penetrated her skull and invaded her brain?

I was convinced that my diagnosis was correct
This illness had accumulated for quite a while
She had refused my advances for 22 months
and later her ‘privates’ became a bit sore
Light bulb! It’s Elephantiasis....

Chased By the Fire

“Chased by the Fire” 

the story 

bald faced
is in front of us
all around the world, brutal 
bridges are being burned 

we watch with disbelief,
some of us seem to remember
familiar passages written, though 
our experiences are quite unfamiliar

real time we escape 
into our fragile dreams,
hallucinating through 
perfumed smoke screens

we are comfortably 
uncomfortable
ringing the bells 
of our own chapters

writing our ethereal 
burnt candy interpetations,
while others survive, baptised 
in their harsh oceans 

treading acrid smoke 
across the water
swept away by 
terrible rips in time

avoiding fins 
heads above
the waterline, deeper 
than a tide line

waving not sinking

Lahaina 
visciously devoured 
by the monster,
totally gone

children 
looking for rainbows,
the church on the beach,
lost, looks on 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)






“A third of the earth was burned up, 
a third of the trees were burned up, 
and all the green grass was burned up.”

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