Best Do Drugs Poems
I will not do drugs here nor there
I will not do drugs anywhere
I will not smoke
I'll say no to coke
I will not snort
I prefer to stay out of court
Save your cash
Don't buy hash
Marijuana leads to the munchies
You do not want to become a junkie
You may start to steal
Or even begin to deal
Taking a toke
Is no joke
Don't move onto a bong
Don't do drugs, stay strong
It costs a lot of money
And will leave you feeling ever so crummy
A needle in your arm
Can cause so much harm
Hallucinations galore
You'll keep craving more
You may end up ever so close
To being a victim of an overdose
Oh how I wish
You avoid this dish
It's a recipe for disaster
With no happily ever after
Don't let kids tease your son
For that surely won't be fun
Name calling
Is appalling
Names like Doug
On drugs
Or perhaps Zach
On crack
Or my man Seth
The creator of meth
I can see the writing on the wall
Drugs can be the most dangerous of all
Stay as strong as you can
If you need help I'll lend a hand
So don't do that crack
Cuz there's no turning back
It's not cool
Stay in school
You'll start skipping dinner
You'll get ever so thinner
You'll want more and more
So grateful you can't buy them at a store
It will be tough
And ever so rough
But please don't give me a scare
Do your best to hang in there
Help is always near
Just make someone aware
A friend will always be there
For someone they find ever so dear
So the jist
Of this twist
Is there are people out there
That really do care
I saw a beauty what no man, nor
Women dare to describe, I have seen
The outline of the universe it is ever
Changing, shape, nature, texture,
Faces, horror, beauty, hope, salvation
And or despair. I heard these as well,
Words that were mere words became
The epitome of their definition and
Deafening were their sounds. I was
Transfixed, appalled, taken aback
Slightly then forward to the point I felt
Insane. Yet I dare not scream for it,
Seems, I wished to remain sane. The
Rhyming yet a mechanism not before
Seen, un-rhyming beginning to
Finishing, of this, which I am rhyming
And, yet, not even making sense.
And that is what the universe is, it
Makes sense then it doesn’t, then
Again at the same, time then
Different but same. Yes I know
Insane may it seem, but logically it is
Sane, to the insane, all in the same.
Some might wonder and others say
They ponder, is this beauty or
Mockery of poetry or innovative in
The sense this is the scene of all
Scenes, for poetry in wave. For stave
An, in ocean one in name now dry
But may of today come back in
Waves… of new found flow of power.
For it is as to say innovative yet
Repetitive so share May I say, even
Declare of what I say, this is poetry
Old and new so share I implore,
Shakespeare’s death should not
Have been priceless, talent should
Not be unfound in which it is
Penniless… in a crest in all of us.
Make me famous not by fame but by
Word, word of mouth like how
Emotions bundled all in, try to fit in,
One, word, out of mouth to describe,
What you feel. And that is poetry, it
Is, the universe repetitive in its un-
Expectancy of the , expectancy.
My husband was helping clean out an old shed
With our dog contently watching him
All rubbish items were thrown to the ground
Ready to go in the big hire bin
Very late the same evening while we watched t.v
I thought our dog looked somewhat cock-eyed
Sitting upright with his eyelids closing
Leaning right over to one side
He tried to walk but couldn’t
His legs just wouldn’t move
We popped him between us on our bed
Hoping through the night he would improve.
He lay all night in the exact some spot
Did not even move a limb
I lay awake all night
Cuddling and comforting him
Morning arrived we were off to the vet
Worried and in sombre moods
Though when he woke, off the bed he jumped
Straight to his water and food
He ate ,drank and slept all day long
Our boy was again relaxed and happy
There were no signs anything was wrong now
Other than he was a ravenous ,weary chappy !
Baffled by the situation
We discussed what had occurred
My husband suddenly remembered something
In that moment we both knew …..without a spoken word!
While cleaning out that old shed that day
A small plastic bag found had been thrown to the floor
Inside was some old dried up vegetation
Just some rubbish and nothing more
Our dog was found licking inside the bag
Completely in a world of his own
My husband smelt the bag …..”it was weed”
Our dog had been off his head stoned!!!!
Drugs mask feelings and cloud ones mind
So many drugs out there in this day and time
Reality isn't possible for one to alter
But you can very much alter a human mind
Drugs come in all quantities, or choice of many kinds
Deep inside you feel a void
You suddenly try filling it with a drug
And before long your to far gone to realize
Your very own grave you have probably dug.
There so many who sell drugs on the streets
Drugs sold from house to house, at schools in the halls
Kids even sell for parents, in shopping malls
Life is so different from what it use to be
There was a time we had morals we all lived by
And we didn't really have reason to fear
But just like respect, love, and dignity
It seems to have all just disappeared
I often wonder, could I have helped
Could I have maybe turned even one against drugs
If just once I had listened to how one felt
Or reached out and took them by the hand
Or by letting them know they are loved with a simple little hug.
In shadows deep, a tale unfolds,
Where innocence and darkness molds.
A daughter's heart, just ten years old,
In desperate worlds, her fate is told.
Her parents gripped by heroin's vice,
Their lives entwined in sacrifice.
She's thrust into a role untold,
Preparing poison, hearts growing cold.
As mother falls to overdose,
Her daughter's pain turns to feigned.
Imaginary friends her solace find,
Dolls become her guide to leave behind.
Reality and dreams thus entertwine,
A refuge from a life maligned.
In whispered voices her truth persists,
Through broken dolls,
reality such as this exists as she goes back and forth her world is this, she loves them both.