Best Medicinal Poems
Problem solving at 2:00 a.m. in medicinal hell
The alarm's on the bed so I won't fall.
Really I'm able to get to the bathroom.
The Dr. told me it's okay.
Says the nurse "it's not in your chart."
I think: "God, please get me out of here", but if I get
up, the bells with sound and an RN herd
will race down the hall scolding me all the way
like I was a little girl.
Had their ways, I'd be straight-jacketed,
(safe from harm, other than psychological),
and the nurses could take off their clogs
and stay at their station and chat.
I think I'll wet the bed and buzz someone
Problem solved.
Kathryn Collins
January 24, 2014
How narrow can you make a bed?
Categories:
medicinal, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
An old lady had a sip of gin,
Not conceding it was a sin,
Purely medicinal was her thought,
A second opinion she never sought,
She drank with a medicinal grin.
Categories:
medicinal, funny,
Form:
Limerick
You hold my hand
Tears stream, a warm compress placed upon my pale face
Increasing pain, so much fear my heart begins to race
Curled in my own bed
Trying to wrap this absurdity around my aching head
For just two mere miles away is the best E.R.
Now out of reach
It seems so far
I must be seen
For the bill be will so obscene
So young, I want to continue having fun
I’m my insurances *****, but by no means am I done
Sick at twenty-four
There is an expensive cure
You still hold my hand
Drained from increasing pain
This is why I fight for a certain prop
OR I couldn’t eat
Then DEAD I would drop
Mom you gave me the gift of life
I want to be like you…live long enough to become the perfect mommy and
wife
Hopefully, change is in the air
Life can be scary, nauseating and pretty unfair
PROHIBITION! Such a joke
A law based on racism and money
It’s so sad… it is almost funny
Getting sicker, I begin to shake
Fear on your face
A mom ever so frighten
I have to smoke
I get mild relief with a single toke
How ironic… Now I’m not ever so “pure”
For tonight I am just another PPO whore
Sill saying no
You tell me we need to go
You tell me screw the bill
I shouldn’t be thinking about my will
Bags, jewelry, shoes...
Mentally dividing my possessions
You hold my hand
Carried to the car
It is now time to go to that E.R.
I lay in the hospital bed
No longer in misery, no longer feeling like the living dead
Test run
Necessary, but oh so not fun
Medicine injected, I begin to feel clear headed
You hold my hand and tell me to fight
My inspiration
My best friend
Reminding me who I am
I want to thank you mom
Everything you have done and reminding me I have a voice
You tell me I am anything but weak
You give me endless encouragement to stand up and SPEAK
No one deserves to live in pain
What is wrong with the world today?
Who gets treatment?
First open the wallet!
Now see if you can pay...
I can live a normal comfy life in the ‘burbs
Yet I need relief from medical herbs
Something so minuscule
Keeps me mislabeled as a medicinal criminal...
Categories:
medicinal, conflict, confusion, freedom, health,
Form:
Rhyme
See we know about traditional old skool
gangster new school and mumble
well I’m the additional
mister medicinal
brain cells missing
brain fail consistent
I’ll stand here and diss you all
don’t get me fishing fool
I didn’t grow up on a council estate
an idiot losing count of mistakes
with fists thrown in hate at mates
that hip girate away lay my babe no lady
lately grating cheese placed in the freezer
I don't know that meaning either.
I tell big munters I ain’t really a geezer
and joke I once choked on a Malteser.
no Jesus please unless it’s Christmas or Easter.
I'm not gona eat a pineapple pizza a meat I'll eat easier
but picking pineapple pieces placed is waste unpleasing
each to their own as their own they teach
from fresh green grass to sweaty as on the beach
dream out of reach move over move closer seek
gangstas can be geeks
aint set change step reset no fret repeat geeze
no teasers hair pulled by tweezers
uprooted remove streets find uses
but choose the choice you've got used to commit
convict and glue stick useless urban true
as for me always me and only me how I be
cus I'm happy as different unique and genuine
crown me king as I separate from the crowd
I'm proud I'm me un-scouted lout, nah not now ,
what's that about, when talent drought no go
Medicinal Champagne am I bow bow
that’s the MC I please needs
it ain’t musical it’s a free read
Categories:
medicinal, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
The heart skips, losing once
to many more then she adored
holding fast to who she loves
a supple and a gurgle she does make
falling away by the side,
she walks away as the morning breaks
healing dreams she once believed
never being a flawless being
her dying scream she doth make
a care she has no more to come
dreams so far away....
Walking in her head, that never was
one soul was born-darkened wish..
society souls, how dark the dish
the wicked game, refocused dreams
is there one, that is not stained?
a safe dream, finding them
the shadow to all concerns
a players Kiss to much loss
and so it begins and begins
with the blue dream of mine..
TILL the end of time....
Brooke
Categories:
medicinal, forgiveness,
Form:
Light Verse
sweet siren moves me
her harmony pulls me in
and picks me on up....
Categories:
medicinal, beautiful, blessing,
Form:
Haiku
This is the story of my madness, which flung into rage.
I was no longer allowed to that free zone,
a mind off my own.
All off a sudden, I was owned.
Owned by doctors, judges and nurses,
believe me, I have seen their curses.
They killed the free-thinker in me.
I met you the killer of thoughts, the blindfold, the veil.
I had no longer acces to my own head,
I met the zombie instead,
The blank I had wedded.
Owned by doctors, judges and nurses,
believe me, I have seen their curses.
They killed the free-thinker in me.
Up and down, up and down, the same corridors
Those hospital hallways, so endless and long,
in there I belong.
And I no longer belonged.
Owned by doctors, judges and nurses,
believe me, I have seen their curses.
They killed the free-thinker in me.
Grief, rage and despair that's what you brought
I do not care about your college-degree,
Maybe one day you'll see,
me and Foucault agreed.
Categories:
medicinal, abuse, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Pure white in colour,
Lovely star like flowers,
With Sweet fragrance,
Believed to bring good luck and prosperity,
Is very auspicious and lucky,
Rare and legendary, resembling cactus,
Also great use for medicinal purpose,
Blooms only for one night,
In the entire year.
Wither and fades away with dawn.
Date of Submission: 10/03/2021
Flower or Flowers - Imagism Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
medicinal, beautiful, beauty, flower, mythology,
Form:
Imagism
a kid with a vivid imagination
playing a xylophone thinking about nothing
making plans to explore more but wondering why
the big picture is not understood
the glass with the spicket water in it is an interesting guessing game
i just want to go over the dunes and to the beach
the ocean is ringing many bells
the harmonies soothe my soul, and i feel blessed beyond belief
i take off my big bird flip flops and let loose my kiddie energy
unbeknownst to me, my blind paternal grandmother will succumb soon
complications from diabetes......boy does that monster make you learn quickly
for now, i take her by the hand and let the rhythm of the sounds be her visual guide
the tears will flow and be welcomed warmly by the salty water elders
Categories:
medicinal, grandmother, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
Moon shines
between white blinds
Above green pines
Ferrying my mind
On a poetic cruise
Of crimson and blues
For I remember whose
Heart played like a flute
Pied piper of love's lavender
Looking for it like scavenger
White water in dry desert time
What you seek is not easy to find
Medicinal muse come see me
For I need your fuchsia fantasy
To aid my days and shade my peace
To help me wait for denim destiny
No longer meek now I’m bolder
I definitely need a lime love soldier
One who exists on purple passions
Of licorice lips tender soul rations
Until we meet I will patiently wait
For you surely exist just as I was made
To answer your questions as you pray
To be your blessing in every emerald way
As you too will bless my life
Inspiring new peach poetic cries
Hiring new ideas while creating art
Of old and new love with healing heart
Categories:
medicinal, appreciation, art, inspirational love,
Form:
Rhyme
The doctor said at first,
“Mrs. Ingram, I regretfully say,
Your husband has left, he has gone away”
With a tear she said in reply,
“How could this have happened,
He came in with Pink Eye?”
The doctor replied,
“oh, sorry to confuse, I need to say more,
I prescribed some drugs and he ran out the back door.”
The woman then smiled and turned with glee,
“He won’t get very far, I have the car key!”
Categories:
medicinal, family, funny, health, uplifting,
Form:
Blank verse
Shortening daylight
As summer turns fall
To harvest for winter
Gathering all
That is needed in darkness
As nights draw in
Preserving the summer
And the magic within.
Picking the jewels
Leaf, flower and berry
Mint and hawthorn
Hip and Rosemary.
Natures secrets
Medicine within
I start my harvest
Let the healing begin.
Categories:
medicinal, health, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted
so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife
the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored
the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
Categories:
medicinal, beautiful, sweet, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A million racing thoughts running avidly through my mind
Difficult keeping up with the multiple ideas, particularly hard to find
Needing to suppress the notions, all but maybe one or two
Trying to comprehend all the visuals; something clearly unable to do
Impossible to focus entirely on one single subject at hand
Frustration, anxiety and panic attacks soon to be in high demand
Hone in on one topic; let the rest simply fade they say
Words easily spoken when you’re not living this from day to day
Did you take your medication, or did you “forget” to do so once again?
Let me find them for you, it seems your moodiness is about to set in
I don’t need or want this poison which is prescribed upon to me
All is need is kindness and care and allowing me to be drug free
Free from this medicinal cocktail I’m forced to consume every day
Free from all of the criticism; the “know it all” persona you portray
Feed me love and guidance, not medications which leave me semi comatose
I promise this time will be different; I’ll behave without any room to boast
I know in the past I have stumbled and obviously let you down
But if you give me just this one wish, my actions will be sane and sound
I want to live my life again, not needing their drugs of choice every day
I want to be able to think clearly just once, without this hazy cloud of gray
Give me this one wish and I vow to you, I’ll behave myself this time
I never thought begging you not to take drugs would be my life of crime
Maybe this time will be different and maybe I won’t need to feed
On this poisonous medicinal cocktail created entirely just for me
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
medicinal, confusion, life, sad, me,
Form:
Who said I'm not dead?
Maybe its in your head
Maybe my sickness is your disease
Put to ease, bed rest and all
Doctor said to get control
Teacher said police were back
Lets put myth to fact
I use your products, no problem
Passed through the scams
No big deal
So what is real?
You can't blame it on the drugs
We've been tripping a long time
Admit it
Lets puff the dragon
Pass the mystic
Eclipse the wave
Winning all we can save
Categories:
medicinal, history, inspirational, drug,
Form:
Free verse