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Best Famous Narcotic Poems

Here is a collection of the all-time best famous Narcotic poems. This is a select list of the best famous Narcotic poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Narcotic poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of narcotic poems.

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Written by Anne Sexton | Create an image from this poem

Barefoot

 Loving me with my shows off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked.
Intricate nubs, my toes.
No longer bound.
And what's more, see toenails and all ten stages, root by root.
All spirited and wild, this little piggy went to market and this little piggy stayed.
Long brown legs and long brown toes.
Further up, my darling, the woman is calling her secrets, little houses, little tongues that tell you.
There is no one else but us in this house on the land spit.
The sea wears a bell in its navel.
And I'm your barefoot wench for a whole week.
Do you care for salami? No.
You'd rather not have a scotch? No.
You don't really drink.
You do drink me.
The gulls kill fish, crying out like three-year-olds.
The surf's a narcotic, calling out, I am, I am, I am all night long.
Barefoot, I drum up and down your back.
In the morning I run from door to door of the cabin playing chase me.
Now you grab me by the ankles.
Now you work your way up the legs and come to pierce me at my hunger mark


Written by Claude McKay | Create an image from this poem

I Know My Soul

 I plucked my soul out of its secret place, 
And held it to the mirror of my eye, 
To see it like a star against the sky, 
A twitching body quivering in space, 
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why This awful key to my infinity Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read, If I can comprehend but not control, I need not gloom my days with futile dread, Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I'm comforted By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.
Written by Emily Dickinson | Create an image from this poem

Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard!

 Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard!
Was the Leopard -- bold?
Deserts -- never rebuked her Satin --
Ethiop -- her Gold --
Tawny -- her Customs --
She was Conscious --
Spotted -- her Dun Gown --
This was the Leopard's nature -- Signor --
Need -- a keeper -- frown?

Pity -- the Pard -- that left her Asia --
Memories -- of Palm --
Cannot be stifled -- with Narcotic --
Nor suppressed -- with Balm --

Book: Shattered Sighs