Autopoems

[Zeniyama]

I thought I'd give a crack at surrealist poetry...
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1.
under the guise of flow
faded corpses
make breakfast
until their head
blow up
like ballons
floating down the river styx
for my bones
are metal
and the air
is hot
with
blue
blue
blue--

2.
Amethyst blue crystals
like ice,
salt,
ice;
until the ground breaks,
and we break through
with heads like cabbage:
until our cats free us
us
from tyranny
of soul:
"bleak
ate
my hamper."

[tailor STATELY]

Lol.

Are there any guidelines to critiquing surrealistic poems - like spelling and syntax ?

If so: Poem 1: L4 - 'heads' instead of 'head'

L6 - 'balloons' for 'ballons' (that is if you meant 'balloons' and not 'ballons' - since both are words that might fit in context ¿ if there is a context )

My favorite was Poem 2.
My cat Taffy-Doodles really liked this part:
"until our cats free us
us
from tyranny
of soul:"

He gives it 3-paws up (and looks silly doing so ;)

[MorpheusSandman]

I've always love surrealism even when it comes to poetry and actually wrote some (much longer) pieces like this myself about a year or more ago. It can both be a lot of fun to write and read, and these are certainly fun!

[hillwalker]

I also enjoyed this poem - surrealistic poetry often depends on sounds rather than meaning when read out loud. This is not in the same class as Captain Beefheart at his most eloquent but it is certainly a worthy effort.

Well done Zen

H

[dizzydoll]

Very bouncy poem... I liked the title.