Best Injects Poems
He fills his syringe with poisoned words
pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise up through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser"
There in the cylinder they mix together
until they are a perfect black ink
Although he no longer sees the words
their meanings are not lost on him
As he injects them into his arm
he feels the blackness
Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart
At first he enjoys the burning sensation
as capital letters make way for the smaller ones
In the moment he's convinced they are lies
When they reach his heart
he becomes a true believer
By choosing to be less than he is
he occupies his excuses
The I can'ts and never coulds
The poor me's
All the reasons
he's not good enough
The words stack one on top of the other
until his heart is filled with empty
Empty promises
Empty dreams
Somehow this comforts him
He holds tightly to
It's not my fault
It's just the way it is
His is a waking dreamless slumber
only lies seem believable
So he injects another word
"Anger"
Then a question
"Why do others have all the luck?"
Someone who cares
Takes a silver spoon
Fills it up with better words
Feeds him nourishing words
Smart, tenacious, kind and happy
He starts with small sips
one letter at a time
in front of him a golden bowl
filled to the brim with phrases
"You are Lovable"
"Anything is possible"
"Your opinion is important"
At first he is convinced they are lies
Until they reach his gut
Until he becomes a true believer
Taking everything to heart
Satiating his empty
Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible
His actions speak louder then words
His life is not a wasted gift
From this day forward
He's living his life to the fullest!
Inspired by Jai Bankson's poem "The Habit" check it out!
Categories:
injects, courage, poets, psychological, recovery
Form:
Free verse
The beast is hungry,
The beast is free,
The beast is hunting,
You or me,
The beast is anger,
The beast is hate,
Injects your heart,
Damage your faith,
The beast is black,
The beast is white,
An encounter with the beast,
Not a pretty sight,
The beast attacks the weak,
It attacks your soul,
No longer warm,
Your heart grows cold,
God is the answer,
God is the cure,
God in your soul,
The beast no more....
Categories:
injects, hope, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
She sat on the pavement as the world walked by
She's just another vagrant not a mum a daughter or wife
Claiming state benefits and living the high life ?
Sat on the pavement , a discharged mental patient .
She sat on a park bench as the world walked by
The office she once managed on the skyline
A bottle of cheap merlot gripped in her hand
sat on the park bench, just another alcoholic hitting the wine
She's sat in the squat, drug syringe in hand
with a twinge of regret she injects her right arm
as the cries of her baby can be heard in a far of room
Sat in her squat, just a drug addict hitting the highs.
invisible people all need to be helped
A simple good morning is all that it takes
a free coffee a sandwich or even a pound
they are people with feeling, lets give them a hand .
26042016 comp entry the invisible people I think of are real,just ignored by society and left to drown in their addictions
COMP ENTRY 24042016
Categories:
injects, mother, society, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Getting high is a state of mind:
and this altered sense
of reality
can be achieved;
without chemicals.
Life itself offers a natural high
free for the taking.
Running injects a runner's high:
a euphoric, feel-good
burst of energy.
And a belly laugh is
like shooting up:
instantly lifting your spirits
and leaving you feeling giddy.
Meditation calms you down safely,
helping you find your balance;
while taking you on an inner voyage
of self-discovery.
Music touches your soul
and your heart
unlike anything else can.
And yet, fueled by adrenaline,
dance can take you to another level.
Nature's natural, fragrant intoxicants,
such as lilac or lavender,
give your mind a sense of well-being.
So, if you want to feel high,
why not give life a try?
Categories:
injects, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The snake sidles up to Eve
from God she soon seeks reprieve
With us yet, it slithers into Halls of Power
injects venom ~ brave leaders cower
Categories:
injects, allegory, creation, crush, history,
Form:
Couplet
(An Addingham poem)
‘There! Where every curve
injects another memory.’
Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees, nature’s
guardian to one’s heady days,
inscribed when lovers called.
Now historic brows lost
within the village face,
expressive meadows
from a bygone age did
grace now lay in waste,
every thistle upon
throstle nest cut down
and stone barns redundant.
For cement and brick
replace the gathering blooms,
fertile soil lay under macadam
and house numbers
supersede the hawthorn hedge,
and old ‘Bram’ on horse and cart
daily down moor lane
long gone and dead.
Oh. Them old manifestations
embedded, the labour
of many a village son,
where leaf and wood
do part but once a year,
after seasons of regrowth
give way to winter’s ascetic sun
that rolls across Rombald’s moor.
‘Oh. Yes, the sun, one thing
that man has not yet changed.’
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
injects, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
She's in the cut, with a different kind of fabric
She earns minimum wage, but her Instagram is lavish
Trust me I don't know how she keeps the balance
Probably got a married man who injects cash in her balance
That's why it's not a challenge
Until he gets tired of her and he beats with her belt
Now she's drowning in her tears, and hoping for a Michael Phelps
He raped her, he thought he owned her just because he provided the paper
She couldn't go to the police station
They are going to tell her she deserved it
Her friends are just as bad, they're serpents
Now she feels dirty, she's seeking for detergent
She wanted to do tests, the public hospital doctor told her it wasn't urgent
When she finally did, she found out she got AIDS
Too embarrased to use ARVs, so she started counting her days
Months went by, she wasn't rocking Christian Dior anymore
Gave herself to the Lord, she was a Christian who decided to read more
Took those ARVs, and started building a life
Started stitching up the wounds and pulling out the knives
That doesn't make it better though, she's still another statistic
If you heard how many women were raped on a daily you'd go ballistic
They tell them that their skirts are too short
Then they look at her in disgust when she has to abort
Happens again and again, because the perpetrator know he ain't going to court
Categories:
injects, abuse, rap,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Dialectic differences injects bias preferences
Individual qualities overlooked for general stereotypes
Social grades increase to nourish systematic partiality
Contempt towards a people with a different ideology or mindset
Ringing the bell of vengeance towards any slight or honest mistake
Intentional neglect to their needs and serious wants
Minority becoming a classy word and tag for the created second class
Inventing structures to make this an acceptable societal norm
Nauseating on their achievements, development and perseverance
Always attempting a blockade on any stream of their progress
To frustrate their growth and sustain marginalization
In all these, one may seem to succeed and feel quite on top
Over time, reality will prove its point that,
No race, religion, tribe or culture is superior.
Categories:
injects, anxiety, class, community, conflict,
Form:
Acrostic
You’ve maddened me to the core
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate
We’re contrary to each other…
So don’t even think about
Getting us back together
Because without a doubt,
We don’t click with each other…
So let us go our own way…
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…
I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?
So let us prepare for that day…
Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime
You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish?
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue
Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…
I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown?
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why?
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…
Categories:
injects, angst, confusion, courage, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux pas.
Chef cooks with an aproned mind.
Scientist invents, minded with formulas.
Cartoonist strokes, gifted with artistry
Dubber voices over to cover up travesty.
A wrestler can break anybody with a ranting mind.
Audience can just watch and listen with a calming mind.
If a dancer prances with a swirling mind
then a choreographer can relax to unwind.
So many other occupations with distinct minds,
Instructive of vocations and interests
descriptive of master minds.
What is your job?
Categories:
injects, jobs,
Form:
Didactic
A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to a palate leaves no bereft anarchical wonderful wound. It leaves only a blemish you see. Wipe away and wield and wield. Surely only in a field is one golden shard shirt obtained through an era of cataclysmic canals. And now the peace of the sound injects and vibrates the atmosphere with simple yet symbolic and symmetrically placed soul speak. And so medicine is delivered to the gatherings at many a synchronization and talking cannot halt the dosage. And idle is the bows that do not shout or shoot. And to interrupt a single layer of brain peanut style is to merely swim backstroke against a myrtle current of which is called time. Collaborative collisions then. Good. Youthful digestive tunnels but as yet no turrets. Bouncing booming boogie bongos. Waves of impassive moods.magically magic majestic morphological moods. Xxxxxx ever since a baa comes an array.........savour not a salt and salute no angel for angel is an angel and anglers waltz in a very highly driven snow. So hahahahaha lumps of pressure means a tyre washing in progress....hahahaha mean not a mingle....hahahaha elevated eon.....hahaha and hohoho honourable hideous hundred xxxxxx inconspicuous..z
Categories:
injects, april, arabic, basketball,
Form:
You are yesterday's dream,
And my only seamless thought today,
Can you Imagine as I, imagining,
To kiss your gentle lips
In a smooth evening across the east wind,
Under the rays of the falling sun,
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine
As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.
You're my tomorrow's beautiful morning
My weakness, my bewildering joy
your laughter injects a bulk of strength
Reinvigorating my squeaking joints,
Hearing it is an unfathomable brightness,
The sweetest of morning sounds
Like a melody that replays in my ear
Soothingly,
And sincere is your faithful demeanor,
For I am forever indebted to you
I'm sending you a gift, for nature is my carrier
stand midst a breeze dear
And kiss the wind.
I'm waiting to see, eagerly wishing
To feel your presence, to belong to you,
You fill my skies with delights,
For the sun don't shine in my world without you
I long for you, in the nights that go by
I can't condemn my heart's desire
Because It's you that I live for, tis you who I admire
For you're the melody that my heart grooves to
In the name of living, with beautiful loving,
Sincerely yours I'll forever be, preserving our eternal dreams
Look into my eyes and see beyond their glim
Through the rifts within my dreams
Will be you with a genuine smile
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine
As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.
Categories:
injects, angel, beautiful, cute love,
Form:
Blank verse
Who can live without a woman?
Who can live without ambition?
She is the source of all inspiration.
She is the sweetest of all creation.
She gives without any hesitation.
She fills the world with jubilation.
And injects our lives with sensation
She raises men and builds a nation.
She seeks no reward or compensation.
She preaches patience and toleration.
And cares with so much consideration.
We look up to her with all admiration.
The greater she is, the greater the nation!
8/3/2014
Categories:
injects, women,
Form:
Romanticism
"The Secret Place"
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
pushing nightmares away
poems it breathes
into burning flames
walking in
and
out the gate
torching black hearts
each one a post mark
to light the long way
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
breathing words between
our lips, it kisses kindness
injects its absolute strength
opening minds to love
in our dreams,
we drink it all in
inalienable words,
we hear it
speak
when it is time
we will need it
when we wake
but do not sleep
and what we were
becomes forgotten dream
Inside
the secret place
we sleep it wakes
waiting for that day
when we will meet
at the gate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
injects, muse, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
jostling in the garden
bees and wasps compete
for the flower's favours
perched on a petal
butterfly uncoils its tube
then injects the flower
a gust of wind
the dried leaf leaps up
and dances in the air
Categories:
injects, butterfly, dance, flower, garden,
Form:
Haiku