Best Dosing Poems
symptom spectrum script
dosing who knows what roulette
will too strong to live
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Categories:
dosing, fear, mental illness, science,
Form:
Senryu
My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see.
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness.
My heart hinders to collapse and deflates.
Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance.
Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide.
Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around.
As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness.
I die a little more inside.
A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became.
Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows.
My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies.
Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically.
What hides behind my smile is vulnerability.
My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides.
My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies.
Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive.
Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find.
My secret cries therefore shall die when I die.
Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide.
Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.
Categories:
dosing, death, depression, life, sad,
Form:
Light Verse
In a school in a classroom there is a boy.
This boy has it all
Athletics, Friends, Grades, Money.
The wave of kids streaming down the hallway they all know him
but little do they know.
At home Aaron doesn't know the sanction of family at all.
His father to busy spending all of his time in his office,
His mother to busy cooking and cleaning and yelling,
His sister's life was taken four months ago from leukemia.
The only security he had at home slowly ripped away from his aching bones.
In this silent asylum the only noise you can hear is the gunfire of words his parents shoot.
They fight about money,
they fight about jobs,
they fight about him.
This time he lays in bed wishing he was dead.
all he thinks his he cant wait to go back to school tomorrow.
In the same classroom
hides a girl under a baggy sweater.
To afraid to wear something flattering, because
she was a child she was first called FAT,
she was a Child the first time she was called UGLY,
she was a damn CHILD the first time some one told her she did not BELONG.
The bell of the imprisonment where she is kept rings.
She puts her head phones in and bows her head.
So she can avoid all the giggles from the people she passes in the hall.
They don't know she throws up after every meal,
they don't know that she takes pills to feel beautiful to be model like,
they do not know that she was planning on over dosing that night.
She cannot wait to get to her next class
We judge but do we really know what's going on underneath the mask.
Categories:
dosing, absence, allusion, anger, beauty,
Form:
Once again I am found
In a world that pretends to go round,
Where we're prescribed
What we are and not allowed to do
Unknowingly, micro dosing cyanide
But I stand here sharing my clear view
A world with no rights
Yet claiming everything’s alright
A paradox to appreciate
Chickenpox to fix the birthrate
I should’ve known from the start
I knew I'd be blown apart
Should've grown alone
Instead I’m left to cry and moan
Wishing away
The fear of today,
Hoping for a pleasing future
Knowing full well that’s no suture...
Well, maybe I’ll be alone
And that’s okay, I condone,
Maybe you’ll follow through
But I’m leaving, and so should you
Categories:
dosing, confusion, leaving, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
It seems like I’m hit with a dose of flu
My skin feels so sensitive to the cold
It will run its course nowt else I can do
It's harder to shake off as you get old.
I feel I’m not here my head is away
Dosing my self with medical potions
Lemon drinks are the order of the day
With care I take in measured proportions.
Worst of all I've got no inspiration
Nothing coming in or out of my head
I'm in a state of mental stagnation
Feel like a zombie lying in this bed.
I sweated profusely throughout the night
Hope after six days I'll start to feel right.
Written 17th December 2018.
Categories:
dosing, health, how i feel,
Form:
Sonnet
There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing to ease our miserable woes!
Praise the Lord for geront-ologists who care for folks my age,
To ease our minds, hold our hands ushering us t'ward dotage!
Then there are the psych-ologists who meddle in our head.
The practice of the proct-ologists is better left unsaid!
The dermat-ologists who cleansed our faces of acne as a teen,
Now hassle us about slathering ourselves with sunscreen!
I'll never understand how anesthesi-ologists operate off hand,
But I know their potions ease the pain as we relax in la-la-land!
Gynec-ologists specialize in treating ladies' singular ills,
Including that vexatious time marked by hot flashes and icy chills!
Cardi-ologists are vital for keeping us alive and kicking,
Checking aortas and such to ensure our hearts keep ticking!
I'll coin the term "the-ologists" who deal with our languid souls,
Directing our thoughts upward beyond mere earthly goals!
Radi-ologists, ur-ologists, "other-ologists", I could go on ad infinitum.
Lastly, there are cosmet-ologists to pretty us up when we succumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
dosing, funnycare, care,
Form:
Rhyme
Courage is
What is courage, you ask of me?
Looking at my life, I think you’ll see.
Courage is being a woman on her own,
and raising two children, all alone.
Courage is choosing a life to teach,
challenging minds to cognitively reach.
Courage is having a surgical emergency,
being put to dark sleep with all due urgency.
Courage is walking away from a drink,
forever and ever, a new way to think.
Courage is dosing morphine to another,
especially when this time it’s your mother.
Courage is having to bury your daughter,
at a period in life when you don't have a quarter.
Courage is seeing your career torn apart
and still believing you have worth to impart.
Courage is having to sell your dream home
and stay in a hotel till they give you a loan.
Courage is living each day with some hope,
as the senior years alter your scope.
So, this is courage, as my story unfolds.
Something I’ve earned, more precious than gold.
12/16/16
What courage means to you - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
dosing, courage, death, life,
Form:
Couplet
Just know there's someone out there
Who sees past all your demons
The ones who hope for leaving
your remorseful feelings
Dealing with that cold breath
From that dragon who's breathing, on you
Hangin' from the ceiling, like a neck
Check once, check noose
Loosen it, keep yourself from losin' it
Get some fusion with fusin' the juices
Rebootin' the lucrative
Who wouldve assumed accusations
Accusing doom when relating
To shoes on the pavement
Making your way to digging your grave
In vein, blood rains with pain
The memories, everything
I would severely sever
After all I am the devil then
The master but if god is a disaster
My brain is hurricane-like, so sea whole the factor
Of fear, love, ache, enduring some rage
Anger, some days but some they sum great
For ones made for danger
The ones who shock watts out of tazers
Hop scotch from the lasers
And play jump rope with a rough rotation
But before ya turn to saying you're an eight feet
Hole buried 18, won crazy
Ate the eighteen sayings spoken over lately
Dosing off in the distance
We are here to listen to the kids
In fear of itchin' the skin again
To feel less real
reality check once
check noose still
Categories:
dosing, bullying, feelings, image, imagery,
Form:
Verse
This world is fill with darkness love, hate, and extortion.
Because our minds is fill with distortion.
while our soul is trap and torture.
This ball that I grip is my only closure.
On the court I am a lonely soldier.
Who cannot be touch victory is a must.
Fading away leaving nothing but cosmic dust.
Making shot after shot until the net com bust.
In my mind I am free but in reality I am over dosing on LSD.
Society is trying to lock me in but no matter what i have the master key.
Now I am back on the court because this the only way I can get over this agony.
So now each day taking shot after shot just thinking of my family.
My passion for this game made me the last of a dieing breathed.
Crossing over my enemies is feeding my energy.
A street baller leaving a legacy my game strong so I am stuck in your memory.
Categories:
dosing, artleaving, me,
Form:
Rhyme
{For Mareena}
On the bank of precipice, i stand
Appealing to impotent gale;
Not to nudge the dosing hurricane awake,
Let the aborting breaking wave lull and dandle it
To another rich world;
To wreck, to claim and to occupy.
The resting nocturnal fishermen's canoes,
Lounging on the white sandy coast,
The worn nets like torn under wears
Hung dry in yawning nakedness
Exposed to the shying sun,
The forested colony of concrete shoot up to heaven,
And made human skylines,
By the shorelines of our dreams,
The verdant landscapes bloom in abundant tall palm
trees;
Entertaining promenade protruding bouquet of flowers,
In memorial to the lost all muscled Iroko;
A nostalgic stroll under the lined endowed Araba
shades,
The variegated bridges transverse our hearts,
Tenuous labyrinth trellis and lattice of our destiny;
Emblazon in the relentless sun,
And flooded in the punctual storm,
Guiding restless children through
The tell-tale of everyday,
In the morning of our beachy existence,
The ancestors oracling on the testicles of cowries
Made peace sacrifice to Yemoja the Mermaid sea goddess:
You must returned to mother Africa,
With all the stolen children;
The sea arises and rises ashore,
From the bottomless bottom of the deep,
Re-emerging in the gargantuan watery paradise,
The majestic lost Los Atlantis fairy palaces,
Misty, dark bluish-green in sparkling diamond,
Like death all things will level;
Like time, the lord of the tide,
Octopus would dethroned man.
Categories:
dosing, sealost, sea, lost, sea,
Form:
Free verse
I had been at College that evening
After work I was not thinking of anything
Just sitting down on the train all alone
Wanting to just make my way home
The train came into Salisbury stop
And I saw a man onto the train hopped
He had a pronounced limp when he walked in
Sitting down across from me and started talking
He said that he had been away from his family a long time
And looked forward to seeing them again fate being kind
For he had seen many things in his journeys made
By ship to support the Old Country with his blade
I found his story not so interesting as it went on
Dosing as the train rocked along on the rail’s song
When I woke I saw the man was gone and I was in Adelaide
I walked from the train onto the concourse slowly made
On the eastern side of the concourse there was a display on the wall
With photographs of military men with notes about their deeds all
I looked at each photograph until I saw a familiar face amongst them
It was the man awarded the Victoria Cross posthumously as he was ended.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
dosing, death, poems, remembrance day,
Form:
Ballad
I've lived on the streets,
With no where to go,
I've eaten from trash cans,
Because I didn't have a home,
I've been depressed,
And tried over dosing,
But I see the purpose of my life,
Here on this earth,
I've been abused,
Mentally and physically,
My heads still high,
Trying to forgive and forget,
Been in the cold,
And little to no help,
Had given up custody,
Of my son,
Times have been hard,
But I know what I want,
Know a play in hell,
I'm letting go of my loved ones,
My kids will be safe,
And happy too,
Life is not perfect,
I'm not greedy though,
I know what I want,
And hoping soon,
I will be here,
In the long run...
Categories:
dosing, courage, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form:
ABC
Steve Rogers wanted to be a soldier,
and after initial failure got selected
for super soldier experiment in US military,
Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
During WW II he toured the country
in colorful costumes in fund raising campaigns.
For his patriotic endeavor in national exigency,
he was designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth with amazing bravery,
when he could alone free the war prisoners
from the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
of the Nazi General Schmidt, the Red Skull.
The Captain’s mettle made him a superhero,
but he needed a strong shield
for protection against the enemy attacks,
and he used a triangular one for a long time.
He replaced the over-used old shield,
getting from President Roosevelt a circular one,
made of an alien inflexible metal vibranium,
given by the King of Wakanda.
The disc-shaped shield was indestructible,
it had unique vibration absorption property,
saved the Captain from life-threatening attacks,
helped him to incapacitate the Red Skull.
Lest he used the weapons of mass destruction,
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
that crashed in the icy Arctic sea.
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers disappeared.
After seventy years of suspended animation,
the Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed,
imbibed the singular trait of unique avenger,
befitting the extraordinary role of a superhero.
___________________
September 19, 2022
Contest : Superhero Or Supervillain
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Categories:
dosing, america, hero, soldier,
Form:
Free verse
drinking lemonade
colored picturesque glade;
dosing under shade
Date:16.5.2016
Categories:
dosing, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Need I dwell
Where the last
Dream fell
And live such
Pain indefinitely?
Nay! To your
Fastidious guilt;
Spoon-dosing
Castor oil
While denying
Evacuation—
Think not
That I love less
For cutting short
My grieving—
When care
I more
Than self
So wear a
Smiley Face
Thus ease
The parting
Of a blameless
Soul….
Categories:
dosing, age, allegory, death, death
Form:
Blank verse