Best Meds Poems
I was off my meds
And bouncing off the walls
Cops showed up, Maybe the feds
Said they'd received many calls
Yelling at people I didn't like
Nothing was said back, Good choice
My confused anger did spike
I made sure everyone heard my voice
Cops want to give me a vacation
"If you come you better come deep"
"I will let you feel my frustration"
Some will be injured, Most will weep
When they blinked with hesitation
I pulled a Houdini, And away I did creep
limbs cup nature’s breast
mossy trunk hugs whistling stream
cricket praise fills earth
Brian Johnston
October 20, 2015
My cat runs and hides
She knows it is time
For her to have meds
Doors must be closed
Only her door opened
She'll go under the bed
Then go hug the wall
Making herself small
Now her door is closed
She can not escape
I 'm chasing my cat
To carry her upstairs
Her meds waiting
Where are my meds, must have my meds
Dreaming about zombies without any heads
So scary, I'm freaked
Leaving a brown streak
Hope I can sleep in Mommy's big bed
© Jack Ellison 2015
sunset meda-stations
stan sand
My Meds
“Take you’re medicine”
Is what note said,
What should have done
Just out of bed.
What do I do?
Read, turn away
forgot what said
Go my own way.
Go here and there
Do this or that
Feed first the dog
And then the cat.
Talked to a friend,
Another chat
Go here and there,
Then, there and back
Finally it’s night,
I see the note
Did I take pills?
Answer is, nope!
Not hard to do
Not hard to take
Three times a day
First when I wake.
Then take at noon
That’s easy too
But, then somehow
Forget to do.
Really not dumb,
Tho feel that I am
Just too much stuff
In my head cram
Are you like me,
Someone somewhere?
Taking these pills
A real nightmare.
Now it’s bedtime
More pills to take
I fall asleep,
Tomorrow wake.
What can I say?
For what I do
Do you do this,
Like I do too?
Barbara Barry Nishanian
Oct.1,2017 copyright
I wish president
Donald would just stay on his
damn medications.
I am artificial
muddled by the thick wet clay
and I can’t feel my heartbeat
through the sculptors hands
Titrate down
till all the help is out of your system
the thoughts come fast
the pointless days
silent nights
the evil, sharp edges of sanity
roll with it, as blades of suicidal ideation
fill your waking hours
wait, wait, wait
the new one will come soon
new medicine that will take the thoughts away,
that will raise you from near dead daydreams
and let you breathe slow and even,
rest
until then, just turn, walk away
and shhh
keep it to yourself
no one wants to think
you have any problems
like that.
I can't stay awake
My mind is about to bake
Are they trying to put me to sleep
Not taking them for my sake
My thoughts will not stop
Awake, I did pop
So forget it!
Some poems I will drop
Can't keep this man down
Hardheaded, Yea I wear a crown
And I like it!
Smile, Don't frown
It makes my hands shake
When did the earth quake?
How is this better?
Guess what, I'm awake
Sumer is icumen in
a modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is an update of an old classic for those of us who suffer with hay fever and other allergies ...
Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing achu!
Groweth sed
And bloweth hed
And buyeth med?
Cuccu!
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Prescription changes.
Lend to disability.
Encourage clear speech.
WHOOF!
We are not all chasing our tails in the very same way
We are not all praying for the same thing every day
We are all just hopeful that he or she will come along
And we will find the embrace in which we belong
She’s chasing her tail with cockiness and guile
He’s using his witticisms and cogent smile
Other people use some subliminal style
While that one over there uses her tail to defile
There are people chasing their tails all around
And it’s discouraging not being aware to where you are bound
So we spin in circles getting to a place called “nowhere” with speed
All trying to get the satisfaction from someone else to fill our need
Our needs are invisible inside us but you can still see our tails
And some even resort to lies and deception when all else fails
As for me I’ve stopped chasing my tail and now simply chase peace
and if you ask me the cyber-deception should be sequestered and cease
(c) 2011....~free cee!~ Phrepoetree
Where are my meds, must have my meds
Dreaming about zombies without any heads
So scary, I'm freaked
Leaving a brown streak
Hope I can sleep in Mommy's big bed
I forgot my meds last night.
I fell asleep without turning off the light.
Meds sitting on the counter.
As I lie in bed, I flounder.
My brain knows what it's missing.
I start to hear hissing.
A little growl too.
A monster that is blue.
I forgot my meds for three nights now…
I don’t even flinch at a growl.
The scarecrow sitting in the corner?
I simply turn away from her.
I’m in my bed, a place for sleeping.
And I do so with bugs teeming.
I forgot again.
I forgot within.
I could simply walk downstairs for meds and water.
But that would mean turning toward the monster.
It’s easier this way.
I lie still, with monsters that prey.
It’s easier than going to the kitchen.
Where I’d feel as vulnerable as a kitten.
It’s easier to lie still.
Letting them watch me, waiting to kill.
Laughing nervously in bottles.
My meds are starting to throttle.
They call for me, from orange containers.
But all I hear are the monsters.
I forgot my meds, some nights ago.
The monsters appeared fast and slow.
I could go downstairs whenever I want.
My bedroom is a bit overwhelmed with haunt.
I forgot! I forgot…
My hands start to rot.
My toes are frostbitten.
I could use some mittens.
But monsters don’t care about the condition of meat.
All they want is someone quick to eat.
I’ve been lying here for days.
In a daze.
So the monsters said, “hey!”
“Looks like our lunch is here to stay.”