Hallucination Poems - Poems about Hallucination

Sponsor : Constance Le France Placed 3rd in Contest on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE after a HALLUCINATION drink of mushroom, poppies and truffle IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh up I flew landing on a rainbow in lucid DREAM ~ saw tinker bell fairies in...

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I saw them in the corner Like brain pieces on the wall, Climbing to my ceiling, Loud and stinking with blood. I can hear them crawling Inside my moldy walls, Slow and steady Like the movement of organs....

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I paint a whimsy in my mind, A quiet place and pretty, Where I can simply dream Child-like without the nitty-gritty Of the city's less then kind imagination. In reverie, the gurus say, the mind Will try visualization, the machinations Of the Universe, or so it may seem, But in truth it's just an aberration Of Reality's unending hallucination! ...

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Sitting in the sunshine streaming through the window my catnap's long overdue it's way past time I drifted off to the land of milk (and honey) ah Shangri-La a return to déjà vu and my reverie it's no hallucination merely visualisation of a fertile imagination and when all is said and done no I'm not the one (but, 'Wish I were,' hear me purr) the cat who ate the...

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"Sometimes the softest dreams unravel into ash." My mind walks landscapes made of ash, where stars collapse in whimsy’s flash. I reach for light, but it turns to dust— a mirror cracking from broken trust. A hallucination holds my hand and leads me through this haunted land. Here, love once bloomed in endless spring, now silence grows in everything. The bones of joy...

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The trash bag at my door—gone, someone took it. In the shared hall, I see a ghost from years ago. A glance, three short lines, one long breath— We look at each other like catching, releasing ghosts. Do we both think the other’s faking it? The line between man and phantom is only light. A few ghost-words, truth-words—thank you— Thanks to her,...

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"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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