Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
#addiction
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
413 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
413 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
141 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
141 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
141 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
141 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
141 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
239 reads
6 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
239 reads
6 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
225 reads
9 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
225 reads
9 Comments
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