Best Hallucination Poems
In an endless night,
time is my nemesis.
In the realms of sleepwalking nightmares,
where trumpets blow an eerie tune,
I can see the Grim Reaper,
perched upon my tomb.
I search for the sandman
in the domain of dreams.
Where hope is an alchemy of potions,
igniting stars to cremate calamity.
In the marketplace of hallucination,
I barter with misty, moody moonlight,
before reality returns to spoil an ephemeral fate,
wishing to remain where imagination illuminates.
Sprites and Sylphs guide to a secret passage,
a labyrinth where ancient secrets sleep.
Yet their black gates are like Hercules' Twelve Labors.
Constant knocking results in the death of spirit.
Defeated by delusions of utopia,
I surrender to a tangible conclusion.
Lets get lost in our imagination
Let's take a vacation
Let language get lost in translation
Let your feelings take you to your destination
We are learning about the art of creation
Trippy visions and unexplainable vibrations deep inside
Only to be comforted while on an uncontrollable and unpredictable interplanetary ride
Come take a trip on the wild side
Come feel the energy surging out of our pores
You have no fears and no enemies when it comes to the psychedelic spores
They just want to share knowledge about what and who we are at the core
DMT and Ayahuasca want to show you other worldly doors and possibly what the afterlife has in store
Words can't express every chill and hallucination that flows through our being
What is a "true" definition of an entity or a being
Can you actually tell me this is just an illusion?
Or can you understand my language of confusion
So many are fortunate to experience mother nature's chemical fusions
Share art, share love, but most importantly share knowledge
Psychedelics are nature's version of educating us, similar to college
Just one experimentation and then the truth in my words will be easy to acknowledge
Love the Universe until it Love's you back ?
i love you
the instant you spoke those words
my senses shook
as the sight of a cool spring in the desert sand
i wanted to drink until my belly imploded with satisfaction
those words held much power over my life
but were plucked away
corrupting my once blue oasis
into a septic pit of suffocating pain
you extend your hand to save me
and i do not reach for it
i dare not reach for it
Sunlight tickles my eyes
Hypnagogic hallucinations steal the show
with surprise
A creature creeps
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
he leaps
He schemes
as toadstools blow
dreams
Sunlight tickles my eyes
I gasp, in fascination’s glow
dreams
Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear.
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother.
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love?
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.
Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together. She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
—a healthy mind, a soul quest.
I sat under an oak tree in fall
I must have fell asleep I recall
I awoke on a boat
with a frog in my throat
an elephant making a trunk call.
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I dreamed once a future
with Mary and her long claws
suspended from a dragon body
captive and held by force field
hidden beneath a big cowled robe
saddened by a stainless steel trough
and a baby tended by robots.
Joesph busily scanned nametags
from angels misting purifiers.
The drummer boy stood by self-playing
digital drum and keyboard
while field hands guided home cattle
with drones directed by a joystick.
The tri-satellite video capture
appeared simultaneously
on all earthling implants
and all tipped with a click and smile
but when the three kings zoomed in
from Mars on hovercraft,
everyone reposted. Alas,
it was all an eggnog induced
hallucination cured by my analyst
mind wipe. Merry Christmas Techies.
11/24/2018
How could you pass by so eccentrically!
Didn’t you see me for even an instant?
Wearing the same evening gown you walked,
Adjacent to the car I was stuck!
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
How could it really be?
You were so apathetic,
You seemed walking to your own,
As if, it were a walk to the Moon!
No stop over, no curve, no care for to and fro,
It seemed like a goal was set fixed for you!
Just splashed once, and then walked straight in the rain.
Dad, you passed away ten years ago
No, it can neither be you, nor your shadow!
Dad, was it really you, or my imagination?
I called you back, but you were never seen again.
Still on my way the same daily,
I look for you again and again keenly
I don’t see you, neither your moon-walk,
Are you okay with your own, wherever you are?
Dad, its poor me, your forlorn daughter,
Don’t be so firm, please response ever!
From wherever you are! Just send me a smiley face once,
It will console my compassion, I’ll stay contented forever.
A Passage To Madness?
Radiant spirit embraces this bleeding heart
to extinguish the past
Old wounds afflicting my mind your tender
touch magically mended
Stars appear swaying in a serpentine dance
mesmerizing iridescent gems...
Amidst darkness you ignited like candlelight
exuded warmth and trust
Words expressed love energizing worn aging
flesh floundering unbounded
A kiss planted on mine from her ethereal lips
bestowed gifts and priceless dreams...
Might this be pure illusion or a divine reality?
Time travels while I ponder my mental acuity.
2:28 a.m.
2/18/2022
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Tip, tap,
toes rowing
across the blue
surface of the sea-
breezes play with my hair,
tangly messes of blond rope
form for the salty air to climb-
Sun shining bright on his throne of Noon
[The moon in her brig, in chains, wrought with stars]
My skin, dry with erosion from
wind blowing to my white gown; Sails-
In blue hallucinations,
In southwest oceans,
I come to you,
I see you,
In dreams.
For two days I stayed in a hill resort
Opposite was a hill top, easy to conquer with little effort
That was covered by a variety of tree
Without greenery, leaving few gaps, as free
Those gaps looked like white
Being big rocks at considerable height
This was the regular scene
With which I became indigene
Later left for home in a train
Being window seat, my joy stay to remain
The train begun journey with a slow start
Seen a small hilltop nearby, as it depart
Similarly green in full
Leaving similar white spot cell
Train made little more move
Leaving me with a new scene to carve
This green hill became fully visible
As it really was not a hill, I was surprised to fable
Though it looked so, from the previous place
In fact it was a tall and large tree, with green face
The white gaps were not rocks as I earlier thought
But were gaps between branches of that tree, outright
I laughed into myself, with pity
As I realized the reality
Had the train not moved, I would have hold it as hilltop
As I detected from my train’s desktop
It hails the haunting hallucination!
That came silently into action!!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook," BIRD OF PARADISE AND OTHER POEMS" by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM who holds the copyright.
Je ne comprends pas pourquoi j'entends des voix
Pourquoi crie-t-il à moi
Pourquoi veut-il faire du mal à ma famille?
Pourquoi je pleure
Pourquoi parlent-ils en retour?
Pourquoi dois-je purger
Pourquoi est-ce que j'ai une envie?
Couper,
Blesser les autres?
Pourquoi suis-je délirant
Pourquoi me disent-ils de me punir
Pourquoi veulent-ils que je sois fou?
Pourquoi suis-je en train de devenir fou?
White waves that crash upon the shore,
An aestheric sunset,amber and raw,
Dusky sands peppered with the ash of bones,
A vigour of blue,leaves every heart wanting more,
Stroking her beautiful cheeks,he saw,
In the depth of her eyes ,a place forlorn,
Her golden eyelashes covered her brown core.
A beastly wind,the drastic thunder,
the pour of rain,feeds the pitiless storm,
The sky,a greasy course tarnished with white,
Souls flash in the rain, immoral blunder,
Their eyes shine with sin in bloody forms,
Lips that tearfully wronged the right,
As reckless as thunder,a handsome blunder.
The serenity of the chirps,
Serenading birds on the peak of the branch,
The beautiful monsters of nature,
Just like the soul in her eyes,they rise up,
To him she's beauty in an avalanche,
A beast without a nomenclature,
A spirit in her charm,disturbed.
The beauty of drops of dew on the grass,
Energies of gushing waterfalls,
Or mere ripples that grace the stillness,
She was a breeze that wore off the brass,
A dreadful reality,to him calls,
Like a painful,incurable illness,
He learns that his apparition won't last.
Illusion
It looks like what it is not
It's not always what it seems
All that glitters is not gold
Though it's summer, some feel cold
At the point dream meets reality
Reality may become an illusion
It leaves me blinded in oblivion
Until I say my opinion
We live in a world of illusion
I've seen blind folks with vision
Mirror images give lateral inversion
Yet we admire the distortion
The same way we love to brag
Even when there's nothing in the bag
O'er the board we nag
Weakened by misfortune some sag
On the pulpit mounts a humbug
Tongue spitting gibberish
Hallucination baptised as vision
Ripping off his sole mission
The more we look, the less we see
The devil plays the Saint
Bet not a cent
In the darkness lies the truth
Images in the head like kaleidoscope
Flight of ideas sweet as honey
Ecstasy sweeter than ******
'Tis from grass; illusion
"I was packing my bags, all of a sudden
whispering sounds from my wardrobe
audible to my ears, just when I opened
zilch was there just a ghost on top."
It was a good horror movie
I should not be scared; they aren't real
"Based on true events," they're fake
Moviemakers put it down fair to make us fear.
While I was bathing, when I close my eyes
Do I see the face of Annabelle?
When I sleep wrapping sounds hear by
More than thrice, was it my hallucination?
Look like I'm thirsty. Do I need to drink water?
No man! Not so cool, I knew what's going to happen
The part before the interval, the main character
Step out to drink water, but got frightened by the ghost
It's too hot, I left open, uncovering my legs
But what if ghost caught my legs? May be,
I ought to sleep with pins inside the blanket
Thank god, I hope my legs are safe right now.