Best Hallucinations Poems
let me be a wanderlust vixen in the vortex ~
a voltage liquified to the upbeat vibrato,
versing vehemently in venom-glazed grief,
and rehearsing your criminalism
like a serial liar ~
because I am too voiceless
to command the Monarch of mercury
to vindict the sojourners
that lure me to their blind holes,
and vandalise the chromatic criticisms
that clench me in their cyanide claws,
through the cracks
branching in the demonised billboard …
Oh scorching serpent,
slithering with velvet-tongued torment,
never leave me tethered
between the lips of loneliness ~
like a leaflet tucked on
the seaglass screen,
screaming for those stygian seashells
to lock my secrets behind
the bars of misplaced passwords,
because, this pulse of paranoia
is too pure to palpitate
in the pixels of poisoned prayers ~
and there is no anecdote
that annihilates the anxious
acronyms of abandonment,
streaming through the realms
of disposed dimensions.
There are no strings attached
that hum in hexed hoaxes
through the violin vendetta
strumming an acapella ~
through the lusty noise
of monsters longing for
the loss of my sacred insanity …
perhaps, the voice in my head
is an ode to the orchestrating shadows,
too mindless to manipulate ~
scripted in secluse
replaying the ruins,
paused in the prison
a sketch of sleep in splitting senses …
as bipolar ballads
tame their schizophrenic strokes ~
when the Maestro of moon
mediates a megalomaniac
sonnet of venting slaves,
in the muted matriarchy of mantras
that keep repenting rage,
in the impulsive incandescence
of my icy azure ink ~
refusing the warmth
of vulnerable sagas
that ache to heal me
and release the
insomniac coldness ~
blanketed with the sparks
of murky mermaid stars …
I own this label ~
the name of a lunar lunatic,
and this is a war,
between the sphinx of sabotage
and the never-ending nocturns ,
as, I remain weapon-less
like a cardinal iris,
rewriting the rules
of unshakable madness
in your maniac meanderings,
ineffable ~ invisible ~ incurable
an impostrous
i n v a d e r …
A wondrous spirit of true love now softly murmurs its echo
On the wings of God’s angels, as they ascend heavenward.
This and more occurs as radiant cultured pearls begin dancing
Their magical-mystical dance deliciously in the oceans deep.
With this, the bright-blue-mirrored waves of the oceans move
In a melodious tempo of love with the pearls as they dance.
Caressing the heavenly sparkles rippling deep in the oceans’ waves,
An enchanted diamond-cut glass now trembles and shatters loudly!
At this moment, a mermaid of angelic pulchritude takes her divine
Throne as the mystical dance continues throughout the late night.
Crystal chimes begin sounding pure with a fire and fury of emotions
Within our hearts, as they excite our passions palpably and exquisitely!
The candlelight’s effulgent reflection in this moment transfixes me true,
By your warm and loving touch and the magic of your presence with me.
Coloring and scenting the air surpasses all others as the breathless and
Honeycombed eminence of your being touches the depths of my soul!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 21, 2018
Heavenly Hallucinations of Love’s Divine Destiny
A wondrous spirit of true love now softly murmurs its echo
On the wings of God’s angels, as they ascend heavenward.
This and more occurs as radiant cultured pearls begin dancing
Their magical-mystical dance deliciously in the oceans deep.
With this, the bright-blue-mirrored waves of the oceans move
In a melodious tempo of love with the pearls as they dance.
Caressing the heavenly sparkles rippling deep in the oceans’ waves,
An enchanted diamond-cut glass now trembles and shatters loudly!
At this moment, a mermaid of angelic pulchritude takes her divine
Throne as the mystical dance continues throughout the late night.
Crystal chimes begin sounding pure with a fire and fury of emotions
Within our hearts, as they excite our passions palpably and exquisitely!
The candlelight’s effulgent reflection in this moment transfixes me true,
By your warm and loving touch and the magic of your presence with me.
Coloring and scenting the air surpasses all others as the breathless and
Honeycombed eminence of your being touches the depths of my soul!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 21, 2018
(Couplet)
Standing in a forest, birds call out to us and the smell of rain fills my nose.
A boy stands tall in front of me with a black wolf beside him.
His brown hair ruffled by a breeze that causes music from distant chimes.
His tanned skin is scarred and dry.
His blue-green eyes are sharp and alert as he stares at me.
The wolf's yellow eyes are on the lookout for danger.
The boy's clothes were made of furs, feathers, and leather.
A necklace of sharp teeth hung around the wolf's neck and red feathers were pierced into its alert ears.
Then the boy's thin, pink lips turn upwards in a small smile.
A quiet voice floats on the breeze towards me, saying, "Come home."
I blink, and the trees, birds, wolf, and boy are gone.
Was this a hallucination or a memory from a life and promise I made long ago?
I've been lookin' in the mirror
The future is blurred, the present is here
I'm lured and stirred
In a maze, and I'm too insane
you will gaze in this if you can hurt
Cause when you are raised in with choosing pain instead of gainin' faces
You knew to learn
The ways of this life, it took me a strife
It took me aside, put light into my eyes
I'm truly a bind 'tween you me and I
the sight in one eye, can you see I'm blind?
I don't cite the world as a half drawn picture
If so I will finish it, diminish this scripture
I'll just keep livin' in this sinister fixture
You'll be shocked if you're touched by this elixir
This is me trying to see the good everything I should
writing my mind until cant seem to find it, (Like I could)
Even if I lost it, couldn't walk to even search for it
Is it worth the pouring rain, I'm searching like its important
I see sparkles
I hear wedding bells
Bright sunny day
People make way
I stand in the middle
As I see him
Looking at me, dazzled
His eyes talk to mine
Causing my eyes to shine
His dark hair neatened
With his dark tuxedo straightened
Handsome is less to say
As my eyes hold his
I swift the floor in his arms
My eyes filled with delight
I see him stare at me
What an enchanted sight
As we stop and gaze at each one's eyes
He pulls me tighter
Aiming me to front his face
I close my sight to feel his flavoursome lips
I hear round of applause
Open my eyes
I see Dad waking me from across.
Hallucinations
Dreams meld together as one
But which one is real?
They woke me
I listen, voices loud, louder
arguing with each other
my ears ring
then all the demons stop
speak to me, all of them
worthless, addicted, vain
destined for happy? snickers
no woes just abstain? laughter
go kill yourself!
my thoughts hide away
bullied and drained
I put my ear phones in
chill on Bob Marley
“One Love, One Love, lets....”
bloodcurdling screams
sound of demons slain
I’m smiling, hum along, “feel alright”
Written: 06/08/2019
Eight Word Challenge Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Words: addicted, slain, demons, vain, abstain, woes, destined
An angel all in white with a red handbag
Seven priests all in black clasp their hands in prayer
A girl sits on a stool with a wind up switch in her back
I touch my face but it feels like glass
An elephant stands on top of the world with just one leg
Two fishes dressed in black coats walk their pet balloons
A man stands on the nose of a plane before it crashes
A girl jumps off a cliff into the universe
Another falls from the sky with a clock and a bunny rabbit
A woman grasps on to a clock carried by a black bird
A businessman floats by with a briefcase and an umbrella
A woman in a white dress meditates under water
A boy sits on the edge of the moon gazing at the stars
Through the windscreen on an underwater highway a diver is seen following a shark
A lonely girl sits on the steps while a black cat watches her from the bridge
An astronaut gazes at the world at night through her window
A shark swims in the air through the forest trees
A woman in a black dress plays the violin while being swept away by a tornado
A girl in a pink dress is trapped under a glass
A man stands on top of a school bus while it plunges into the ocean
A bald eagle carries a piano on strings
A little girl jumps into a mirror floating on the sea
A woman floats away with a handful of butterflies just like balloons
Not knowing if my eyes have deceived me
I am careful not to speak my sights
Walking around consumed with fear
Afraid of what may or may not be
Melting walls
Race cars under my feet
Carnival atmosphere
Cartoon visions
Closing my eyes to seek relief
My eye lids see the truth
Movie screen moments take me away
By: Tim Lundmark
Long white halls that echo with pain,
Where strait jackets lord and beckon with shame.
The therapy numbs and visits are feared,
You’re sane if you hallucinate here.
Patterns of colour and visions of gold,
Prophecy of end-times and things to behold.
Voices from the dead, alive in your head,
Where Lucid dreams are far from your bed.
Back to reality, therapy time,
Dragged through the chaos of psychotic minds.
The ECT a daily chore,
The result of looking through that door.
Brought back to a place in your youth,
Where the fantasies are induced.
Is it real? it seems so real!
Then a bolt from the blue has the Reaper revealed.
Cold hands grab your skull to wake you,
The Cuckoo’s nest now seems too true.
Your world becomes lobotomized,
There’s no one now behind those eyes.
Drifting like the drifting of a tune,
Back to your world that makes you swoon.
No telling what’s real anymore,
Just hallucinate and ignore.
New Year’s hallucinations
“i’m gonna
lose weight!
get ridda’ that gut!
firm up that tush!
finally stop ****ing smoking!
get my *****together!
get outta debt!
start looking for a new job!
join a gym!
start eating healthy!
spend more time with my family!
work at a soup kitchen!
start workin’ in my community!
quit drinking!
kick the habit!
clean up my language!
try & see the world from the point of view
of others!
travel!
get a hobby!
learn another language!
ask out that girl i’ve had my eye on!
start hitting on that guy that makes my knees
ache!
be nicer!
smile more!
get up earlier!
start doing yoga!
call my parents more!
start thinking about the future!
put more emphasis on the “spiritual” part of
my life!
get a dog, a cat, a fish, a bird!
make the world a better place!”
The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin
Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim
Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent
Into the pleasure dome, they inject gaseous cement
Climbing on rope ladders, spiraling around a kite
Wrestling fallen angels, fighting dirty feel them bite
Lost all my inhibitions, its so embarrassing to say
Oscillating and twitching, surreal pictures portray
Sensing victory I keep goofing, running out of time
Finish line is furious, for committing such crimes
Living with rules is for suckers, I’m partial to a kiss
Goalposts keep changing, guess it’s worth the risk
Haphazard directions, circumnavigating the void
I’m delirious anyway, eventually all life is destroyed
Chasing weird dreams, in this semiconscious state
Staring blank at the ceiling, while my agony abates
At last the heavens open, broken arrow was called
O God it’s beautiful, cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics tend to differ, I’ve probably gone insane
Don’t care anymore, cos these drugs numb my pain
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
24/04/2021
After grueling sessions of
Guitar Hero 3,
I would often look to the mirror
to my right
and marvel at how
my vision was affected by the game,
with the mirror becoming twisted
and augmented,
slithering across the wall in my living room.
The summoning of
Desires, stem from
The Heart core, yet
Man's hallucinations
And defiance reign.