Best Acid Poems
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Psychedelic notes,
Strummed with creative wonder:
From a lonely soul.
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Music for the world,
Crying guitar solos hum:
Raining energy.
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While his audience,
Awaited the finale:
Burning his guitar.
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Inspired by Jimi Hendrix
The weighty hand of Death crushes the core of your being,
sending a shiver, slithering up your spine like a cold chill.
And an empathic moon silently slips away,
as darkness conceals the tears pooling in your eyes.
Your heart is numb; you feel nothing:
there is no anger, no hate, no feeling at all:
just an all-consuming emptiness,
where your heart should be.
Abandoned to your worst nightmare:
life has lost its meaning; it just is.
Death has reduced your heart to a hollowed-out
shell, that's falling apart, piece by piece.
Love receded into memory's maze
of bittersweet moments and forever dreams.
And acid tears burn your cheeks like rivers of fire;
corrosive enough to dissolve hope and tarnish your soul.
Crumbling into a fetal position, you hug your knees
and rhythmically rock back and forth;
teetering on the edge of despair.
Your soulmate died, leaving a gaping hole in your heart:
that time will never be able to fill.
Your breathing is erratic as panic wrestles for control:
but you fight back, slowly regaining your faculties.
Yet, your heart harbors pain,
and the tears spontaneously flow once again.
You can't see how you'll continue your life:
there are no more tomorrows to share, only yesterdays to recall.
And you've never felt so helpless and vulnerable:
a part of you died; now grief consumes the rest.
Acid Rain
How quickly the soothing sound of raindrops
turned to bitter trickles dripping from the
black umbrella onto our hearts.
John G. Lawless
8/26/2015
submitted to – Rain and Dark, Isolated Places – Poetry Contest
july turns the page
choking on august's breathless
unbearable days...
humid-silenced chimes
sunlight's once-joy gasps, heat-drained
~ hallucinating
June 23, 2020
Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Acid tears of salt and grief
all bottled up to send
across the ocean to a thief
who ran away again.
archaic eyes in charcoal gray
painted on the wall
a mural of the way you stray
especially in the fall
In the fall
of love and hope
you strangle me again
like the dead tree with a rope
fresh knotted by a friend.
sudden rain today
sweltering smog disappears
stinking chemistry
Acid Attack
This is what I looked like
You may say beautiful, kind and sweet
This is the ugly pig people warned me about
I turned it down
It took its revenge of his honor tainted
Ruined my life to a degree
The rush of revenge upon me
Finding a way to ease my pain
Chopped and sold its flesh
I’ll never be the same again
But a bit of relief
To all the beautiful ones out there
Seek justice
Never think your alone
Revenge
Under the passing smile he nourished his monstrous collusion
Plunder the face, while my shattered mirror fallen in confusion
Hunter shammed in the veil of love, pursued the pleasure of delusion
Thunder struck into a litter pile, driven me to a life in seclusion
Wonder how the hostile acid, deformed my face into exclusion
Sunder my life into an isle, the immense vacuity of illusion.
Third Place in Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest sponsored by Beth Evans
Sin is to soul what corrosive acid is to flesh!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 March 2023
The Metal plunged into the nitric
acid mix releases yellow fumes.
Heavy workman's gloves.
Ventilation...
The acid splattering onto the skin
burns leaving yellow stains.
Apply water.
The image now etched into the metal
bubbles where the image is left raw.
Ventilation....
Gas mask and eye goggles.
How do you know how long to leave
the metal plate in the acid?
Timer.
Deep etches left in longer,
create deeper grooves.
Your Love is like nitric acid
Eating away at my heart.
Shadowed by feelings of dread,
self-doubt, belittles self-worth.
Rejection and forlornness
have traumatized you since birth.
Loneliness fuels the pain
of a future fraught with fear.
And that overwhelming weight
crushes with a single tear.
Eroded by acid tears,
hope exists only in dreams.
And fantasy's illusion
cannot stifle silent screams.
Craving eternal relief,
you hope that death is the end.
Forever sounds frightening
when you've never known a friend.
Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019
Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.
While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named date/time,
yours truly immediately awoke
with a start, at strong violent
urge to upheap
I made little or no bowed peep,
but sat bolt upright stock still
tear ducts activated eyes
as if ready to weep.
Sadness less pervasive than fright
since reverse peristalsis uncommon
within body electric regarding plight,
which analogous volcanic eruption
albeit bubbling magmatic flow slight
reverse peristalsis found yours truly
on par with fire breathing dragon ar
goo ably momentarily nonplussed -
while dry cough minus gushing lava
gratefully only smoldered before sim
ring upper gastrointestinal tract did
allow, enable, and provide mouths
full of distilled water quench sudden
unquenchable thirst relieved result
ant unpleasant aftertaste (no pun
intended), yet distilling humor helps
me weather, manage, cope... with
unexpected physiological fee nom
mina - shot straight up within digest
heave tract, and did lament this rick
hitty packet of muscle and bone aft
times susceptible to disheartening
woebegone news afflicting this non
Norwegian bachelor farmer, whom
if the missus cooking triggered bout
unleashing bit torrent of unsavory
plate tectonics, perhaps indicative
of continental drift shrunk down to
miniature, where fault in thee stars
must be held in contempt of court
if for no other reason, I just wanted
to incorporate said phrase, tip here
me got some legal lear'n, when truth
Philly admits he seems to know less,
the he learns, which prompts me to
posit emphatically that ignorance iz
equivalent to bliss, thus presenting
quandary how kin this pronouncedly
reasonably intelligent garden variety
*****sapiens unfetter himself with
cumulative knowledge without reek
horse to invasive surgery such as...
prefrontal lobotomy, or te deum down
smarts some unknown cyber surfer(s)
could easily misconstrue as vainness,
smugness, quintessential pomposity?
You're toxic you
Burn like acid rain
You're toxic radiating
So much pain
Would it be wrong
do you think?
To put some arsenic
In your drink
To go and get
Some rope if ya will
And practice my
My knotting skills
To go out and buy
A shiney forty-five
Be in your face
And put if between your eyes
Your toxic you
Burn like acid rain
Your toxic radiating
So much pain
Your toxic you
Burn like acid rain
Your so f--king toxic
You make me insane
In fluent argot like a profound inchoate
Chthonic patronizing blood paroxysmally folds in curdles
You illuminate none but yourself with a pleasant scapegrace idiocy
Dishevelled and voluble in dark ages of medieval filth
Legerdemain to my vituperate wills and wanders
Anything in purge of the death of proclivity, namely yours
Crepuscular black skies, fugacious and oneiric...you dissolve them
Caviler
Caviler
Caviler
Abate your breaths
A scientist tired of research
left science one night in the lab
to let it sleep for a while
in a test tube on the rack,
went happily home relieved,
inspired by the spring air spray
started writing poems next day.
The poems took geometric shapes
with stack of words arranged
as symbols of complex molecules
emanating like DNA strings
through a fissure of the mind
profoundly analytic and precise
methodically trained by science.
The words balanced sentences perfectly
and expressed the notion rationally
like the chemical reactions formulating
the idea poems wanted to prove
which surprised the poet in distress
because he thought he had left
science in the lab to sleep and rest.
Science had sleep-walked un-sighted
to his new work-place the poetry lab
poured chemicals on the deranged words
broke the displaced sentences to shards
and put the poems in acid soup,
returned to the test tube un-noticed
it dissolved in sleep and vanished.
The scientist lost his science in an instant
and the new poet his poetry nascent.
July 20, 2017.