Best Injections Poems
“A Flowers Wilt”
Witness the small existence
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.
A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you,
WAITING,
Until you pick the right flawless touch.
Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,
Courtyard azure eyes,
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left.
A bully against arrogant threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious sky
Asters claim the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
~
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness,
A sweet Lotus echo
Slight yelps of agony carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.
Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity,
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will,
A short story, gone astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree,
The Flower wilts
The gardener cries
Categories:
injections, art, beauty, birth, care,
Form:
Free verse
(To open 10 years from today)
Dear Self,
I know you’re struggling with some really crazy things,
and the world is not the place you used to know.
Needless post-cancer injections left your body damaged,
and now you’re being urged to chance more health dilemmas though
you know so well your body and your soul!
No one has the right to tell you what to do.
Remember that your freedoms are God-given,
so always “to thine own self be true.”
(Just throwing in some Shakespeare there)
I imagine, Dear, you’ll still be writing sonnets till
at least two-thousand-thirty-two.
I’m trying to stay positive about your future years,
so I would love to say
that if you open this ten years from now,
that issues you are facing now
by ‘32 will have gone away.
If not, just keep on going the best you can
enjoying life's simple pleasures as you like to do!
I’m sure by now that you’ve become
great-grandma to one child or maybe two.
Have faith in God. Stay strong.
I suppose that you are still right where you belong,
but wouldn’t it be nice if at last you lived near all your family?
That’s the very best place for one to be.
Stay grateful; be happy and be kind.
I know that you’re still writing,
for you love to exercise your mind.
And if you have survived the future culture war,
Congrats!
(now try for ten years more)
Sept. 20, 2021
For Unseeking Seeker's 'In conversation with our soul ' Poetry Contest
Categories:
injections, future,
Form:
Rhyme
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my eyes detect an unrecognisable inferior figure.
I can't see the stars in the sky at night,
and the sun doesn't rise to provide daylight,
creating days filled with unpleasant darkness,
feeling the hate, I will for heaven sent brightness.
It would be nice to see a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
as my impaired eyes see unseeingly at paradise.
It seems these days have perfected imperfection and sadness,
as though infected but immune to antidote injections that stop madness,
and the bad feel projecting out onto these days seemingly disastrous.
So I turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
to awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
reaching straight for the glass of straight voddy,
drowning myself down in hate toward the junkie category.
A way I find carries me through this hell that flattens me,
clouding my mind, shielding hurt that comes with thinking clarity.
Leaving me imprisoned and unable to escape this reality.
………………………………………………………………………….
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
My mind digs up thoughts sick and twisted
from the ditches of the mental scars life inflicted.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
Throughout the day I stay active as it distracts the gloom
and subtracts it until a world seemingly more attractive resumes.
I shrug off the booze and don't meet the thugs
that deal drugs and rise above a life for chumps.
I start these days feeling down in the dumps,
but if I live the right way I move passed the grumps.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
Categories:
injections, dark, depression, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
Can you imagine my surprise
When I woke up with thunder thighs
I looked in my mirror and
It gave me back a knowing grin
Hard and heavy the diet days
And all of my sweet tooth chocolate craves
Knowing what's in front of me
Makes this fat boy wanna scream
So I check out the internet
To find the perfect diet yet
Lets see......
Urine injections from a pregnant babe
That seems to be the latest craze
How about this bubble wrap
I just might be down with that
Who is there to really say
Which pill and how many I should take
One that sympathizes with the way I feel
While feeding me pint size starvation meals
Here's one guaranteed to clean my clock
While the next ten days I'm on the toilet docked
This is funny...try and eat more sensibly
That's like a foreign language to me
Get your daily exercise
Obviously written by some wise guy
Goes to prove just what I've heard
On the internet don't believe every word
How about the Himalayan soft cheese wrap
The secrets in the cheese to squeeze off the fat
Or I could go the Hollywood way
Have it sucked out and back to eating in one day
There are so many options here
It's hard to know which way to steer
As my options all expand
Think I'll just go buy elastic waist band pants
And learn to enjoy in my own eyes
The fact that I have thunder thighs
Categories:
injections, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Categories:
injections, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
such bitter tea, the cruel sea can steep
I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Categories:
injections, destiny, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Can I picture being on a plane
Or in a car that’s rented?
Eating indoors in a restaurant,
My fears all circumvented?
Can I see myself discovering
My flight’s been scratched from going,
Just pacing in the airport lounge,
My panic up and growing?
I am stuck inside a Covid box
Despite my three injections,
Yet when I think of breaking out,
I face the same objections.
Perhaps I’ll never reach the point
Of feeling safe and stronger,
But ‘til that day arrives, I will
Stay put a little longer.
Categories:
injections, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
~ Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. ~
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
The melody of the air plays in our hearts
sailing on the high seas
Sailors stories from a bygone era
In lapping ripples
to the raging waves of the harbor wind
When the wind is strong,
the light turns white
Oh, you blessed air on your sightless wing
As a cry capable of proclaiming itself
lethal injections
When air is slowly dying
of toxic particles in polluted air
Highlights an urgent situation
minute by minute
The lost sunshine
without sparks,
scratches and wounds
Cannot be restored
The disaster is complete
synonymous with death
The air is as kisses
you didn't realize you longed for
Categories:
injections, change, death, nature, pollution,
Form:
Free verse
It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020
Categories:
injections, conflict, corruption, food,
Form:
Free verse
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
They had me take a drug I didn’t need.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
Injections twice a year I’d get for free,
so to their “sage” advice I then agreed.
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
Rare side effects I never could foresee,
but they’re online for anyone to read.
It does no good; that drug’s a travesty.
I trusted men because of their degree.
They’re full of crap. How could I ever heed
those men who by omission lied to me?
Their drug is used in chemotherapy!
That fact withheld from me was their dark deed.
It does no good and is a travesty!
To make bones strong?? I rant like a banshee
from Prolia’s effects – that demon seed!
My doctors, by omission, lied to me.
It does no good and is a travesty.
Dec. 23, 2018 for the Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest of John Lawless
If you or any woman you know is considering this drug for her bones, please read the parody of the Prolia commercial I put a link to above my poem. If only I had seen that parody before two years ago!! The greedy company Amgen is doing much more harm than good and the FDA just lets this "wonder drug" on through the gate. Denser bones, yes, but stronger no. A class action law suit has been won by people getting fractures months after going off Prolia because it makes holes in your bones and once you go off, you could get this horrible "rebound effect"!
Categories:
injections, drug,
Form:
Villanelle
07/31/2012
Written by: Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.
To My Mother Hazel
Thanks for that Memorable Day
This poem is specifically
Being written just for you
I requested it from a friend
For she knows just what to do
That special day we spent together
Is so very memorable for me, I’d say
I want it to be memorable for you too
With a poem written in a rhyming way
We’ve had our ups and downs in life
With probably most of them being down
You raised me to know how life can be
Not easy to cope, with down things all around
Well I’ve stepped up to a new level
To be happy no matter what the hell
Of any negative surroundings to be
I live thankful that my life is all well
That special day started out so bad for me
As I was headed for back injections again
I was really happy you were taking me there
With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin
It seemed like the first time in a very long time
Where we just enjoyed each other that day
You were kind of like that sweet rose
One stops to smell along the way
In this path I have traveled
Through many overgrown weeds
It was refreshing and pleasant this time
With no discussion of what someone needs
We got along together talking and laughing
It gave me such a lasting good impression
We even ate at Don Julio’s afterwards
I sure hope you had just as much fun
I want you to know how much
I appreciate this time we spent together
Making this a most memorable day for me
To truly cherish for always and forever
Now let me tell you, that day did get worse
With everyone putting me down everywhere
You were the rose amongst the trash talkers
It felt good to know my Mom really does care
Even if everything dips to the downside
Within the journeys of my life I may go through
No one could ever take our shared moments away
They’re in my heart forever and I’ll always love you
I had the best time with me and my Mom
If I told the world, that’s what I’d say
So I really want to thank you Mom
For that most memorable day
Love, Lisa
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
injections, daughter, family, friendship, growing
Form:
Narrative
I am a child who is diabetic
and I will not be apologetic
I will not be embarrassed or ashamed
for I am not to blame
I am very brave and take injections everyday
always fighting infections along the way
I have days of dizziness when my sugar gets to low
so I may need to slow
While others have desert that every child loves
I'm under the thumb and can have none
I am proud of who I am!
So when you look at me I am not different
'I'm Simply Me'!
1/27/15 T Reams for my nephew Cabe
Categories:
injections, childhood, children, health, how
Form:
Rhyme
Blues in the Night.
A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks
of a poisoned metropolis.
A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the fetid bowels
of a cavernous concrete underbelly.
The orphanage awaits my arrival,
as muted outcries are crushed
beneath my footsteps.
A parentless prison
teeters atop Utopia's dreaded brim;
the hamlet where Orwell slew Hilton.
St. Peter has been released
and no longer tends the kitchen.
Agony and angel wings reneged
a redundant brotherhood of sorts.
His recipe for remorse shall be missed.
Blues in the Night.
In the distance,
feigned epileptic outbursts
placates a patron's fears.
Caffeine injections
stimulates another's venial sins
as it magnifies their cardinal options.
An insomnious woman converses
with a napkin holder. The surface
is dull and unreflective, like she.
Banter never-to-be heard
by her never-to-be gentleman caller.
I am home –
amongst the dead I adore.
A haggard waitress serves me a menu.
A laminated journal stained
with melancholy and mustard.
Desolation and demi-tasse
are tonight’s midnight special.
Ten cents additional, if you order deluxe.
Blues in the Night.
I twiddle my thumbs
for I have no other’s to borrow.
I catch my rugged reflection
in the asylum’s window.
I espy my counterpart again
in a twisted spoon -
realizing I’m three utensils short
from a grievous quartet salted
with Mack Sennett misfits.
A collection of dishes clatter
above the sanatorium’s jukebox.
I place my spoon on the counter
and pick up a lifeless knife.
I envy its potential and possibilities
as Woody Herman croons
in the background.
Categories:
injections, angst, introspection, on writing
Form:
Free verse
A Blanket of deception tightly coils the minds of most,
Unless you are enraptured by the Holy Ghost.
Pockets of disaster
Echo in their ears
Bondage comes through doubt, unbelief and fear.
Droplets of truth,
Make up one big ocean of lies
While injections of a suddenly
Keep most at stand by.
What will you do when the system fails?
When everything you’re banking on bails
What will you do when the pain outweighs the fun?
When calamity hits you
And there is nowhere to run.
Dreams are in the pavement
Your Security is in the breeze
Your only hope for survival
Will require you on your knees.
Self-righteous pursuits
Mindless endeavors
Not once did you question
Where your soul will rest in Forever.
Bought into the fallacy
That this life is actually reality
Driven by a system set on fire
Hailing a Father whose name means liar.
Your enlightenment is an imitation
He is one of God’s creations
Stringing you along for his own stimulation.
While you’re puffed up in your attire
He’s laughing at what you have allowed to transpire.
Lust for more
Opened that door
I would think twice about what he really has in store.
For the hour is just about here
And you grin thinking you got nothing to fear
Oh, foolish generation
You’re a product of vile manipulation
Blinded by the masses
I pray to God you grasp this
What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world
Then loses his only soul
you know it’s an eternal black hole?
All your intelligence made you quite dumb
You lost sight of the truth for a temporary lump sum
If your breathing there is still time
But most have a reprobate mind
The consequences for their iniquity
May cost them their everlasting victory.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
injections, light, spoken word, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Infected with love ~ (a collaboration with my daughter) ROYAL
BY: ROYAL
Everyone knows, yeah they know
surrounding myself with the thoughts of suicide
scars in my heart, hurting past tense,
where have you gone, outta my sight
here is where you belong, come back.
you come and go come and go,
one day you weren't there no more.
things where good, I turn for a second
now your gone,
you come back, just come back!
infect me with your love.
stop hurting me now, you left me wanting more.
I never showed how much I love you.
~~
BY:PD
All the pretty flowers,
Never will compare, to the passion in your eyes.
I never walked away,
It was time for me to say goodbye....
Walking away, to another land.
Here, love is more than you'll ever understand.
I never left you alone, God had other plans.
I'm not gone, just relaxing till you arrive.
I took your infectious love with me.
If you only knew your sad injections,
Are still causing a stronger immunity.
Not even death wore-off your infection.
You never had to say it,
I would seen it in your eyes...
Baby don't cry!
Baby dry your eyes!
From here your still infecting me with your love.
~~
NOTE::
ROYAL
Top half was written by my daughter ROYAL~
She wrote the top half from my point of view... to my mother
( who passed away on my son's birthday )
PD
Second half was written by ME,,,
I wrote my half from my mothers point of view (RIP)
( who never got to hear them word, I LOVE YOU :-'(
I held a grudge against her because she gave me up for adoption...
I loved her deeply... STILL DO...
Categories:
injections, death, dedication, me, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse