Hallucination Poems - Poems about Hallucination

"Careful with the ethanol," Said a fume of whisper hush. As a thundered bolt and fire ball, Engorged the moment with a rush. The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini, Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft. Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie, Who puffed up in the rush and coughed. "Cover your mouth, you elemental," I sneered at the legless haunt, Dental...

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Early afternoon trip all day out on crystalline, mirror lake. the delicate surface that shatters, when I plunge off old dock crafted in clay orange beach, where I can see the shadow of leaves kaleidoscope in the white sunlight below the water, diving to abstruse gatherings of perhaps wizards or some society from long time ago,...

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Everyone lives in a collective hallucination they call reality, but I, a poet... I lose myself in words as if in a golden mist, wrapping each thought in a thin veil of unknown memories, I write and live as if tied to invisible threads that gently pull me towards a dream, a place...

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Home, even though a cozy cove sits secretly offshore, it takes a hope and a skip away from my lone abode. Terms with simple truths, they supply the groove. They mount the horse and leave the sunset guessing, too. Last light was leaving, hemisphere on spinning axis. That's when a mammoth's head huge comes out the hallway; its head is perfectly...

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I’m sat in the bar with a beer on the table I’m gazing in rapt contemplation I need to make sense of it if I am able I must find a good explanation My mate’s in the loo, so what am I to do For there’s nobody here to bear witness The bartender’s too busy serving a queue And everyone minds...

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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...

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(detail from "Methow Water", 2024, original encaustic) Hallucination Engine Whatever we touch Morphs Into a reflection Of the toucher And so it is With all senses Each reflecting Our sense Of self No other but An engine of creativity In ever changing Display (2/4/24) ...

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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...

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“Rosalie, oh Rosalie! A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences Rosalie, oh Rosalie! She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light For not once she palettes a stage...

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Tick tock, No time for her son, ‘On Tiktok bleeping her cleavages to strange men, Social media hallucination, living a lie, Here, everything is perfect, The sky is blue, it never rains, Everyone is rich & poverty is slang on the lips of black men, Here, love is beautiful; Till breakfast is served in court, We lie too much, Like politicians, our tongues are twisted, Curled,...

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Life is a small boat on the river bank, The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river. The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river. The boat fluctuated on the illusion river water The anchor of the floating boat fluctuated on the water. It comes and goes back alone through the the door of delusion The boat turn around...

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A Passage To Madness? Radiant spirit embraces this bleeding heart ...

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the body has receded into a fetus, imploding in thrombosis in the parts also inside out and in the microcosm of the eye the retina retained a little or not at all of the color that turned from gray, from the violent movement of the branches, from the insane rush of steps outside, of the blood that has poisoned these worlds now. in the...

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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. ...

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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...

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