Best Benadryl Poems
3 Benadryl
My body is damaged, depleted and drawn tight around my bones
Skin that shivers through the sweat
A heart never to be trusted.
How many of these edge-balanced days are left?
Give me 1,000. And fill heaven with the stars of night.
In the silence, I hear my skin cells living and dying. Being birthed again.
And all these miles of nerve fibers. Laid out like twigs. Drenched in kerosene.
Yes. I'm on fire.
Take two and a half peach, one blue round three elongated white.
My eyes are blurry; I cannot see any longer. My right hand is asleep.
Now my left hand is asleep.
I climb back into bed
Wait. This is only part of the morning dose?
The only one I know for sure is Benadryl.
It is bright pink.
Taking pills upon pills.
I smell medicine when I take a whiff of myself.
Fitfully wondering ….would I be well if I stopped
taking all of this stuff cold turkey?
Dare I?
I believe I do.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Hours from now when I am lucid--
no more groggy, med-head feeling--
symptoms will return with vengeance,
Sneezing fits will set me reeling.
March 22, 2017
wheezing, sneezing allergies
about to get the best of me
puffy eyes and they tear
I think I need some benadryl
cause the freeze din't cure my ills
"Authority problem and rules violation
Driver’s license suspended
At work on probation
In and out of trouble
Decisions and choices”-
I must’ve spaced out, I’m hearing voices,
I’m losing my mind, I’m trapped in abyss…
Few shots, benadryl, seroquel – I’m at peace
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways,
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems
Contest: Fragments of Verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
Suffering from a disease called determination
It plagues my mind like a raging parasite
Feeding off of my will and my drive.
Inside me is where it tries to hide.
Making my heart beat to the sound of greatness
Giving me confidence as motivation rushes through my vein like Benadryl. I get a sense of urgency as if my hour glass was down to the last seconds.
No Fear!!! No Fear is all I hear whispering in my ear.
Determined to win
I can't hear the sounds of a cheer.
I'm zoned in
Focused on the task at hand.
Finish the fight?
In my mind "hell I know I can"
This road is for me
And me alone
Everybody journey ends
By a name written in stone.
Poet: Soul Of A. Man
Teetering on the edge of the cliff
Tipping the scale in my favor
Looking down, my stomach twists
All food has lost its flavor.
My broken spirit drowns in the abyss
This number is my identity
My self-esteem, a sliding scale
This number is the enemy.
That growling pain will go away-just need to sleep it off
Choking down the Benadryl
As I gag and start to cough
I think I might be ill...
"Sticks and stones"- they hold no weight
And yet my heart still breaks
But body shapes aren't all figure eights-
We're all different widths and lengths!
I block out their words, my head in the sand
As it sifts through the hourglass
Time to return to the daily impasse.
A haze of tears and confusion lifts
As I step on the scale
I hold my breath.
When is enough enough?
3:10 am
The benadryl has long since worn off
No sleep, again...
Weird stuff happens to me in the early morning
I see things
Things I shouldn't
Like your face
3:14 am
I need nicotine
3:20 am
Cigarettes don't help..
Because no matter how much smoke I blow in your face
You find just enough breath
To choke me
medication makes me sleepy
I have been congested for three weeks
Mucinex, Vicks and Benadryl have put me down for many naps.
Some days I have taken up to three of them.
This morning, I agreed to go to the bank at ten.
I woke up at 7:13 and decided to nap at 8:08.
At 9:47 my husband yelled “I AM GOING TO THE BANK!’
in one of those anger-aggressive ways.
He woke the dog and me both up.
I got dressed in three minutes.
I do not have to look prissy or even good to go to a bank.
At the bank the lady asked if I had my cell phone.
I told her there was not time.
My husband hustled me out of the house so fast.
Weird that she asked me about a phone anyway.
No one at the bank has ever asked me if I had my cell phone.
They were lucky I grabbed my identification at the last second.
My husband will probably tell me why when he gets to the car.
I am sitting here, writing up my tale of woe.
The bad news is we have yellow jackets in our yard.
A colony of which I whole-heartedly disapprove.
The good news is these yellow jackets showed me…I can still bust a move.
A quick fact about yellow jackets…if into their nest you drop…
Yellow jackets start stinging…and yellow jackets do not stop.
I felt a sting on my finger…and at this point foolishly thought their attack was complete…
forgetting it takes a little longer to feel pain from my legs and my feet.
It was when the pains met in my brain…one unlucky happenstance…
that I being to panic…and I began to dance.
It was as if M. C. Hammer’s ‘You Can’t Touch This’
was emanating from speakers in the ground…
My arms were flailing…my feet were kicking…I was jumping all around.
Another quick fact about yellow jackets…I imagine it’s part of their upbringing…
They are relentless…even after they chased me off their nest…
they kept coming…they kept stinging.
Once inside the safety of my house with Benadryl in my system
and ointment on my sores…Deborah smiled at me saying,
“In all they years I’ve known you…I never saw you dance like that before.”
“You were a blend of dances.” She chuckled. “Ballet, Tango, Cha Cha…
and you made the dances overlap…a little Samba…some Salsa moves…
why I think I even saw some tap.
“Do you think the neighbors saw me?” I asked.
Deborah smiled, “Oh, without a doubt…not only were they watching…
but they had their cameras out.”
Seeing a smile on my face that evening Deborah asked what I was thinking about
“Oh,” I said, “not much.”
I was just thinking how some yellow jackets showed the whole neighborhood…
I still had dance moves…You Can’t Touch.
We have a dog, and Snickers is his name.
Like the candy bar, his color is the same.
Our dog by now is six or maybe seven.
Living with him isn’t always heaven.
But as he gets older, he’s mellowed out,
Now he has a problem coming from his snout!
He recently developed quite the sneeze.
Along with it is something like a wheeze.
Our grandkids started worrying because
nobody knew that sound or what it was.
Was it a cough? We really could not tell.
He’d shake with it and did not sound too well.
The vet called it a sneeze – but in reverse!
We’re thankful that it wasn’t something worse.
We have to hide inside his food a pill
humans take for allergies – Benadryl!
Although the easy cure surprised me, I
was most surprised the vet bill was not high!
Aug. 1, 2021
For 'A Brian Strand RHYME ME' Poetry Contest
Weak at will
you understand the drill
pop that pill
Benadryl chill
time to heal
a trip for real
now I can't feel
Benadryl chill
don't overly thrill
intake what they till
don't break the seal
Benadryl chill
don't rob or steal
if you are ill
just ask Jill
Benadryl chill
now calm and still
I don't need a steel
stash on my window sill
now I Benadryl chill
So far removed from our primitive nature...we don't even hear when GOD speaks...we'd rather adhere to the rules and the foolery...thus so man devolves back to crawling on his knees...this time from being defeated...never lived in caves only a slave to his own mental imprisonment...should have used animal-like instincts to fight to be free...but even kings of jungles can't even stand without their roots and their land...so soil the seeds of knowledge planting trees to be grown...not to be hung from...but to extend olive branches to the ones I am talking to now.
I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep
wake up wondering if it is morning or night? Does it matter?
I am on strong meds; they keep me loopy.
Benadryl is a killer, keeping me sleepy, in perpetual lah-lah land.
Pink dots are parading up and down my arms and legs
I am scratching my torso until she bleeds
I look like a pink polka dotted Kewpie doll.
An angry pink polka dotted Kewpie doll
Thanks to yesterday’s prescription which I was allergic to.
Being sick is infuriating.
I am enraged.
Angry that it is me.