Best Dependance Poems
I despise you every day
Pills needed to make pain go away
Tried so many to help me through
A pain free day, impossible that's true.
Patches,nerve blocks,try Botox
Acupressure, acupuncture, re-adjust
Ice and heat, new pills this week
Go down on one, go up, don't peak.
Withdrawals from one, effects from another
Lost another week, I want my mother,
Comfort, understanding someone to care
Lost so many, no comfort there.
Dependance is not addiction
Explaining those differences causes friction
Making others understand
I need support, just lend a hand.
Living each day in chronic pain
Is no life, at times insane.
I wish one pill will end this drama
That all began from surgical trauma.
Lowered, changed, done what I should
Educated myself learned everything I could
To find what helps relieve my pain
Because I want to live again
Living a life in chronic pain
Hell on earth minus flame
Having a problem invisible to see
Causes judgement, scorn, jealousy
People think it a sham
Never try to understand
Can't understand when not in sight
Explaining illness is my plight.
What I would give to live pain free
No need of medicines to carry me
Miracles happen I'm told its true
If selfish oh well, My life, not you.
Categories:
dependance, freedom, hate, lonely, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Just beyond your focus, came a fallout of rage.
There was a silance that had ended by the look on your face.
And I could swear_____ I saw you fall apart, your strength
had turned to weakness as you through up your arms.
I CAN tell when your losing your way.
And it's not fair that your running away.
Your dispositions faded like the jeans that you wear,
and by this challenge thats forsaken because you really don't care.
It's about this matter of dependance that you've already scathed,
so lets head back into the silence so that we don't BREAK away.
And just follow me if you don't know your way,
and I won't tell...........when your running around in circles.
Categories:
dependance, devotion,
Form:
Six months after my Mother decided to move
out of the house, which only she and I shared.
Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path
during preceding time.
In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide
We met while waiting on stationary city bound bus
I was 16, you 14, shared only gender and addiction
Your two finger signal to me, initial encouragement
Together we stepped out, sat down with ease
A pocket produced the cigarette you requested
Yet to realise your soon apparent clairvoyance
As my Angel, our meeting was ardour suspended
With nonchalance of street-wise, I shrugged a reply
"Just heading to the City, - see what's going on"
You ascertained vague expression between lines
Guaged I had nowhere prescribed to belong
Insistence that I come to your house unwarranted
I swallowed order with gratitude, steaming broth's bowl
Shock shot lame my stiff stance, flowing warmth translated
Riding the bus beside a friend, unlikely dream unfolded
A typical teenager, you lived with your family, to become
My family for the next four months, a premature adult's reprieve
Your three sisters, one brother equalled four full bedrooms
Her pure generosity allowed your Mum to willingly shelter me
Had my cashless, city bound track occurred, I shudder
to guess at possible horror hapless trajectory offered
Shahanna, the miracle of our co inciding invited my rescue
A chance for childhood dependance given to the discarded
Indebted to Shahanna's proximity, God's will
Categories:
dependance, 11th grade, beauty, care,
Form:
Metrical Tale
We've begun to beg terrorist nations to supply us with dependance.
When the world's largest deposits of independence are underfoot-
Farmers are paid not to produce food.
So, we can no longer feed ourselves...
Meanwhile Bill Gates just gobbled up 250,000 acres of farmland.
The world has been muzzled and repeatedly injected with a mysterious concoction called big pharma bonanza.
Our leadership keep reminding us that we're a racist nation.
Yet millions of People of color race across our porous border-
We weep over a miscarriage while scores of full-term babies are being slaughtered every day.
Concerned parents are called terrorist.
while looters and rioters are encouraged and subsidized, by the V'P and similar ilk.
Police have been demonized.
While repeat violent offenders have been given the golden ticket to violate Again and again.
Just a year and a half ago my vehicle got a sweet 35 M.P.G-now it only gets a bitter sixteen.
We've got a president in rapid cognitive decline.
A V'P who's good at two things.
Opening the border and her knees.
We have a newly elected supreme court justice who can't define what a woman is.
Obama once said he was going to fundamentally change this country..
and boy was he dead on...
Only God can right this listing ship called America.
Categories:
dependance, fun, november,
Form:
Burlesque
ithe doctor said when i was young...take the pill...youll feel better. youll feel better. youll feel numb and depressed and all you wanna do is sleep it off but the pills wont let you. i stopped the pills because i learned quickly that the green ones kill you if you take more than one;
the red ones or maroon dont really do anything;
the blue ones...dont take them theyre for grandpa;
the white ones make everything better;
the smallest white ones are for moms monthly issue...what magazine needs pills?
the clear yellow ones...stay away that is all.
the clear green ones make you sleepy;
and i do not take them because dependance is hard to break...i wont make the same mistakes daddy did...i promise
Categories:
dependance, depression, history, green,
Form:
Light Verse
She had never felt so loved, past threshold
of turning back to familiar home
There was comfort in arms that held
her statuesque form, heart fine honed
His cruelty made her kind, bound to commit
to vows she once thought she could not follow
Free spirit reigned in, free will did permit
dependance on hope's promise, now hollow
Embedded deeply in heart and in mind,
integrity fired truth to be her guide
knowing full well all she would leave behind
To give her best was all she could try
But for the fact she was so much hated
She would not have known love, underrated
Aqua Marine 02/04/2024
Inspiration: Portrait of a Lady by Henry James.
Categories:
dependance, hurt, integrity, relationship, strength,
Form:
Sonnet
Your path in life I always aim to enhance.
My time with you is balanced as best I can
most often driven by your dependance.
Independence the goal since your life began.
Remember mistakes make way for another chance
to embrace the lessons of lifes great plan.
My love is not something to balance
nor to feel shared or compared by our clan
For each of you its unique in substance
not quantifiable, not more or less than
My love will hold strong no matter the distance
I am yours, always, for you are my children.
Categories:
dependance, family, love,
Form:
Rhyme
As the world fills up with chaos, people beggin to lose focus
Like external, slick, black fingers, here to manipulate us
Though what we have now been living in, drowning in, surviving with
Is now what we and mother watcher need to further earths existance
Categories:
dependance, philosophy
Form:
I
Which time is better?
Which season is better?
Which companion is better?
Which age is better?
Were some of my thoughts as......
I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders
cautiously walking in my garden
so that sleep is not disturbed
by my overstepping any cobble.
The night air was perfumed
by the queen of nights
loyally growing by my dark casements
and swaying with the mild waft of winds.
I smiled at my innocent bairn,
as she smiled in her dreams,
making me wonder,
do these angels
also laugh and play
in their kingdom of dreams?
Her head on my shoulder,
her left hand holding me tightly
around my nape,
her limp body cozily snuggling,
breathing her warmth onto my neck,
made me hug this child from heaven
even more tightly than before.
Her vulnerability and dependance
on a human whom she cannot judge
pushed my stubborn heart
Into caressing and kissing
the soft cheeks of God's miniature self.
I entered the uncreaky greased doors,
tip-toeing to her satiny crib,
laying my dew kissed angel,
who had been lulled to sleep,
on her peachy pillow.
I lovingly watched overhead,
enjoying to see my bud bloom steadily.
With time, and in every season
I will watch her grow of age
till my moppet will hold my hand
and lead me into her kingdom of love.
Balveen Cheema
August19, 2015
Categories:
dependance, baby, daughter, dream, innocence,
Form:
Imagism
In a perfect world monsters wouldn’t creep
They wouldn’t bother little kids while they sleep
They would make keeping a secret a burden so deep
I am a member of a group called scorned
Where fathers show up but never stay to perform
Where mothers stay up late at night weeping instead of sleeping
And where grandmothers pray for healing
Where churches ask for donations but no one is giving
In a world asking for answers no one is listening
The American Dream is bending
My generation believes that success includes drugs, money, and stripping
Sometimes I picture myself running through the jungle blind
and when i put my emotions to paper i lose my mind
If im a little antisocial please forgive me
But people always take and forget to give me
Im always last on the list
Im always the name they thought of but missed
“Oh i didnt think you would of came”
“I thought you were doing something”
Did you ask or did you not plan on my attendance?
I’ve never let my need for happiness turn into dependance
I’ve never let my circumstances rob me of my dreams
I refuse to let the struggle strangle whats mine
I am destined for a path that not too many take
And if they do often they have to fake
They even act like they’re one way just to make friends
I’d rather be myself and alone
at least i don’t have to pretend
Categories:
dependance, abuse, anger, deep, lonely,
Form:
I'm caught between my heart
and my feelings
the insanes logic slowly revealing
the battlefield drenched with mistakes
made
not nearly enough the price to be paid
a calming word,
transformed
a harming world
endured
a storm is drifting and quick on my tail
a confrontation of hot and cold gales
a twister shows my irresolution
love my blindfold a cloudy illusion
a future forbode
locked with lies
consumed by those who claim to see
through shut eyes
a war is lifting and my allies run thin
the ignorants blood we can't ever win
the devil lays hot coals to refine us
the flames catch the weak who will
confine us
so you protect your pain and love your
hate
they dig our hole and we'll never
escape
we slowly grow darker and flames
hotter
the link missing between father, son,
daughter
hush the gales for your pain is what i
crave
mind and body only focused to save
rest now for the stars smile, shine, and
cry
gravity seen reality defined
trust me to
catch your suilloete aginst untamed
skies
only in deep pools of blood will i die
i'm caught between my heart and my
feelings
realities plight slowly revealing
hear the solom sunkin words of the
stars
who dare to be up and a away so far
they lay sane and untouched by the
hard time
and i pray for you to follow in line
a storm is drifting and quick on my tail
a war is, lifting soldiers raised from hell
give me your pain relenquish
dependance
so i can weild it and close the distance
savior
Categories:
dependance, adventure, confusion, death, dedication,
Form:
Wind whispers through the ears of distant lovers as the sun hides behind ominously positioned clouds
where their gray cast shadows on quiet hearts
quiet minds, & quiet eyes alike
Poor lovers, transfixed by natures embodiment of their undisclosed truths,
words no more manageable than a peep escaping a ducklings throat
Eyes shut wide, glued by dependance
Waiting for mama to come, waiting to be fed
But there is no food here, just gray
& mama will not come it is just you and i
& the feelings we dare not bare
Starving ourselves
waiting for spring to melt the ice away
Categories:
dependance, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Music is so full of
love,
of sadness, of
anger, of joy.
Music helps to calm
you, to excite you,
to help you live
life.
Music is serenity,
and wisdom and
power,
Music is all that I
need on a lonely
day.
The rhythm of the
Music, swallows up
my pain,
the sound of the
instruments acts
like a natural
painkiller,
soothing, easing,
holding me tight
till I can't feel no
more.
The lyrics speak to
me in a way that no
one can,
in explosions of
sound, with no
purpose,
but it helps me move
on.
Nobody can reach me
but the artists I
hear, everyday.
With their words of
truth, their words
of inspiration,
their words of . . .
dependance?
Yes. That is all it
is. Dependance.
Dependance on the
beats, the words,
the shell of sound,
that surrounds my
pathetic life.
My life is in the
hands of someone
else.
Someone with control
of my strings.
Pulling me away from
myself, from my
parents, from God.
All it takes is this
knife.
One cut, and the
strings are gone.
Well maybe two. Or
three.
By the time I
finish, I'm a mess,
worse off than
before.
Satan's got control.
I try to hide the
scars that remind
me,
of what I have to
lose. I cover them
up with the dark.
I don't want the
secrets exposed.
But...
God sees through the
darkness. He sees
past my
insecurities,
past my weaknesses,
past my sin. He
grabs hold, and
never lets go.
He leads me out of
the darkness, and
toward the light.
He shows me the way,
the way out of the
pain,
the struggle for
breath, as I get
swallowed up by the
smothering evil of
sin.
He is there to catch
me, when I fall
down,
and pulls me to my
feet, ready to
battle through
another day, week,
month, year.
Waiting, and
waiting, for someone
to rescue me. But He
has already come.
He's been here,
waiting, for me, as
I wait for him.
His name is Jesus,
and He's here to
stay.
Categories:
dependance, faithwords, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
shame in helpless hands
self-reliance,my heart's wish
freedom's gentle pride.
Categories:
dependance, freedom,
Form:
Haiku
Hampered decades withered wasted
Filtered faint supposed adult phases
Thumb stuck under parental watch
Otherwise valid options squashed
Tip toe inhibit, always present parents
Lame version of living, aged thirty seven
Stagnated, restricted mentality of boy
Stranger to poinant beckon, own voice
Girlfriend experience has to be paid for
Without privacy, mature desires unable
To explore collected life's excitement
Warranted ability boxed and frightened
Nightly dinner served, bed Mum tidies
Long spanning dependance, care relying
On compassion, viewed incompetence
Spun by insulting cyclic denial's dance
Worked fifteen years for family business
Residing rent free, secure job benefits
Have a five bedroom house in next suburb
Sits always untenanted to avoid trouble
Your foresight surely conjurs panic
Soon elderly parents may not manage
Destined to remain home, become their carer
Tiny limit of terrified world takes you nowhere
Categories:
dependance, age, character, destiny, growing
Form:
Couplet