Best Opioids Poems
Sisyphus pushes his rock up hill
While Atlas bears his load.
Damned by the ire of capricious gods,
Forced down a toilsome road.
And so it is with the gods of thrill
Who trap and hold you fast
With opioids and images,
Perniciously unsurpassed!
Beware the promise of wealth or skill
Contained in a bottle brown.
Hold to the rod of simple truth
Lest you be taken down!
June 29, 2017
Categories:
opioids, drug, mythology,
Form:
Quatrain
For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue,
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.
Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed,
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction.
Are you even real?
If so, very little time is spent on the marvelous experience that is joy.
Pure and free of the adultery which is an office and a cage.
The highways connected like the arteries of some foul beast,
Circulating through the body with the opioids of ignorance and indifference.
How is it that you would like to pronounce my name,
Would you make a gentle song out of it and lull to me sleep?
Or spit at my face with anger and disgust?
I have yet to know the ailments and disease of a life full of unhappiness,
For I have not lived one.
To yearn for your touch in the waking slumber of the schoolyard is to daydream,
But not of my distant hopes and visions of accomplishment.
But of truth, brought forth through the neutrality of time.
It is the waiting game, which I cannot live through,
A wasteland filled with the death of youth and innocence.
Their ghosts, specters that drain from you all the creativity and imagination
Of a child, to alter you into the grotesque twisted form of a worker ant.
Subduing the hearts desires with binds
Made of paychecks and the disillusionment of having importance.
But you are no fake, nor cheap reenactment of some unholy war.
You pulse and vibrate with the magnificence of laughter.
Your tears shred through my dissected emotions.
Freeing me, no, all of us from the confines of having just one feeling.
Broadening our mental scopes,
How can I feel hate and love at once?
We were taught that they were polar opposites, not of the same lineage.
And so I say to you
With the unflinching eyes of man decapitated on the stump of an oak.
That I hate, love, fear, admire, and envy you.
Following your cycle of death and rebirth.
Categories:
opioids, dedication, nature, symbolism,
Form:
Romanticism
It is so true, no pain no gain indeed
take the risk to dive into your dream
take the guts in full to grow and breed
long is the pole from the pain to the cream
one, two and many more you need to feed
but they come so red and in a hot steam
from one mile, now a step more to succeed
a hand in wave, to all, easy it’ll seem
hot in the news and many tabloids
the pain goes away with the opioids
dead from trys but a new rise from colloids
even with weak eyes, the Gold you can find
one more jump and you hit the end’s behind
now is the time for life to be kind.
Categories:
opioids, adventure, growth, happiness, life,
Form:
Sonnet
One day my soul lied to me
It claimed the Sun would always shine
The Moon would always glow
And Love would erase Hate forever
For years I believed this
I breathed this, digested this
Everyday and every night
But now I see Hate, overcome Love
The skies grow dark day and night
Storms and fires and people's lives
Are threatened everyday
And I ask my Soul "Why"
Global warming, sinners, pollution
Overpopulation. Too many cows
Causes excess methane gas which
Affects the ozone layer. Is this real?
As a child, the cow jumped over the moon,
No one cared about its poo.
Hickory,dickory,dock, the mouse ran up the clock
The adult version the Mayan clock stopped
Humanity is still here!
So many predictions of Humans' end
I don't understand why?
So many suicides,overdoses, murders,murder suicides
Let's not forget the cults with the poison coolaid.
91 deaths everyday from opioids
Life is so prescious. We were created to be better
Than the other mammals. But we are the most destructive
And self destructive mammal on the planet.
We have so much knowledge to create so much
Beauty and nurture and love
But because of greed and power and control
So much is lost and destroyed.
Third world countries starving and no healthcare
So many health epidemics
And the finger pointers just say it's someone else's fault
The homeless many of whom have mental issues
Have been displaced because mental hospitals are closed
As a child I thought like a child I dreamed like a child
But as an adult I now know this is too much for one Soul
To fix on its own. God Bless This World.
Categories:
opioids, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Trump's followers act like androids
Hate fills them with his opioids
This does us chagrin
We must quickly bring in
A flotilla of Sigmund Freuds
Categories:
opioids, addiction, drug,
Form:
Limerick
There was a young man called Alec, who always dreamed to be a top model
Front cover of reknown worldwide magazines was his most ardent desire
Modeling men fashion apparel and clothes in the most prestigious runways
Until one day, the life of the promising model changed forever in minutes
Alec tried for first time unlawful sustances to calm down stressed nerves
Destroying the brilliant career and personal life, ending in a human rag
Deambulating and sleeping in the streets, after losing his immense wealth
Finding death, after an overdosage of opioids, ending in an unknown
6-2-2016
Categories:
opioids, death, , fate,
Form:
Free verse
The Visionary
Some say we will never fly in cars
Yet, someday we may live on Mars.
I predict when all the icebergs melt
It was because the hot sun we felt.
And then it's not a surprise
your eyes will see the water rise.
Our food supply will begin to wane
Too many people makes it easy to explain.
And because of all that
War will come – it's a matter of fact.
Of course opioids and chemical sprays
May kill us all before that day.
Let's not forget the loss of honey bees
Goodbye flowers and fruit trees.
And too much CO2 makes it hard to breathe
Maybe Mars is the place to be.
Categories:
opioids, death, earth, fate, humorous,
Form:
Ode
& huxley is giggling in his grave
if aldous was still alive,
he’d laugh himself to death
when confronted with the new evidence
that Zogenix’s
brand new spanking drug
“Zohydro,”
is yet another installment in mankind’s race
to create “soma,”
the government sponsored drug
he wrote of in Brave New World,
which would send us all into an
anesthetized oblivion,
so much so that eating, sleeping & sex
would hold second priority to
its ingestion, bearing
“All the advantages of Christianity
and alcohol; none of their defect.”
and the mad doctors in big pharma
are working night & day to pump out this
new prescription opiod narcotic---
a drug containing “10 times the amount of
hydrocodone as that of Vicodin,”
whose pure form would no longer be split with
acetaminophen,
like those versions that exist today,
so much weaker than this new
novelty,
whose timed-released quality could easily be
circumvented, by crushing the drug &
hence producing “an intense, immediate high.”
there are those voices that no one listens to,
like the National Coalition Against Prescription
Drug Abuse &
the Advocates for the Reform of Prescription
Opioids,
who claim that one more legal, highly addictive,
narcotic,
need not be pushed onto the public by
government sponsored pharmaceutical companies
whose sole purpose is to hook individuals for
profit---
how fortunate big pharma is,
because if someone did listen to them,
one might suppose that all those in prison for
the sale, possession or use of narcotics
would have to be set free,
and our BIG FAT LAND OF THE FREE wouldn’t
want that,
now would we.
Categories:
opioids, life, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Mental Health
aka Crazy
The very topic is inclusive of the word,
that haunts our every step from birth;
until our last breath.
Fear has no power except that which we give it.
Knowing that we are all passing away,
every day of our lives;
leaves us closer to the tomorrow we are putting off.
It is here and at our door,
in front of us now.
Bucket lists and things to do.
Suddenly no paper to write them down.
No items yet attained now unattainable;
changes without notice.
Hearts skip,
tests come back wrong.
It matters not at all the rhyme or reason,
only that the season has changed.
Memory fades.
Loved ones with cancer.
Victim or caregiver...
the outcome of damage reflective only
in the ultimate loss of all that dreams meant.
Bipolar, skizo, opioids and mary j...
Desperate for a normality which never actually existed.
The truth of our continuation...
a relationship with God.
As only He;
is yesterday,
today,
and forever.
Categories:
opioids, child abuse, death, discrimination,
Form:
Narrative
Towers stabbing tall into the sky,
Broadway plays that catch the eye,
finance’s center, here it lies…
Manhattan is a city that works
(but it’s filled with loud, self-important jerks).
Sun-bathed coat and silver screens,
glitz and glamour and action scenes,
the city of lights, the city of dreams…
You should come by and stay a while
(especially if a rapist or pedophile).
Maple-tappers working in spring,
hordes of tourists gone skiing,
small, quaint towns, so relaxing…
Green Mountains, pleasant to the eye
(this is where old hippies go to die).
Coal mines fueling this great land,
hollows, moonshine, and deer stands,
a place where work makes the man…
Where you can still find an old homestead,
(just ignore the opioids and meth heads).
Monuments tall, for heroes past,
Potomac waters, well-manicured grass,
elected folk of wisdom and class…
working hard for freedom and good,
(they’d put us all in camps, if they could).
Categories:
opioids, city, culture, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Tea pot Patty slurps her ginger tea
Whiskey with opioids mixed within it
A cup of pleasure there for company
Poor bar stool could break in two
With Patty and her tonnage on it
A lit cigar dangles from thick lips
She was born upside down with it
When a doctor slapped
She slapped back
Put him in the hospital for his insolence
A convenience since he was already there
For this emergency with tender loving care
Not foreseen or known beforehand
Or was it a back hand that landed him
In traction instead of out there golfing
She continues drinking assorted teas
Don't mention doctors around fat Patty
It could evoke a joke or something mean
Don't even thing about her portly size
Or zip code being issued in her name
In honor of her state of mind and weight
It could elicit a response or something worse
The evolution of a smile hard at work
Authors Disclaimer: The author wishes to distance himself from the name "Patty" and "zip codes" since he does not know of any persons or entities with those names.
In light of the new religions of socialism and related politics, the author wishes to distance himself even further, say Mars and beyond. He wants to apologize in advance to all snowflakes and their kind who might be offended by such matters as weight or zip code size insults taking place.
Categories:
opioids, abuse, character, conflict, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Come with me now to story Land
Come rise and fall with our dear girl.
Pinch into her fishbowl powder
And grab a hold of her world.
Spread open the doors
In her chapel of fear,
And pray with us now,
As we beg God for forgiveness.
We paint the ceiling with our tears,
In spite of all our darkness.
Child of lovely
Lizards lounging.
And woman of
Wandering opioids binding;
Our novena begins
Disregarding,
Ladies in tuck and folding.
Push blame like dope sick junkies,
And manifest dank cellars flooding.
As together we plunder our bounties
On messengers in blight and poverty.
Please extend your arm and hand
We ask this in God's name.
Weak and failing in a moment,
To be washed in blood and tears.
Categories:
opioids, lonely, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Gleaming gadgets galore...
Aquarius is speaking new lore.
Drive-thru getting longer
Hunger pains growing stronger
Pleasurable engagements and easing pain on fleek
Mindless stimuli and opioids we seek
Civil unrest amid quarantine
Masks coming off, no buffers between
Loud is getting louder
Apathy growing dour
Watermelons without seeds in abundance
DNA heisting and genetic gold cumbrance
My vision is crystal clear
2020: a year of fear
Categories:
opioids, age, america, culture, social,
Form:
Rhyme
I found a sphinx in my backyard
And a manatee turned up dead
I raised a flag, all went to one knee
A hissing package fell on my head!
I was harassed by a baby squirrel
My turkey got doubled up tariff
DNA linked me to a cold case crime
Now I have to talk to the sheriff!
A child prodigy gets to stay
I lost at chess, so now I'm gone
My pregnant wife's hooked on opioids
My life is a current news spawn!
Categories:
opioids, character, history, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
Being motivated by greed is like being addicted to opioids
greedy people are well aware their rapacious desire for wealth
or material possessions is ultimately destructive, yet they keep
wanting more, and more, and more, and more. Aggressively
coveting especially money and power; by whatever means
necessary. They're enslaved by it. They crave it so intensely
They're unable to go into remission. Anyone who believes that
"Greed is good" has drank The Gordon Gekko Kool-Aid. Its quite
The opposite; a slow-acting poison that tastes like honey
Don't be a Gekko
Greed, akin to addiction
It is bad, not good
Date written and posted: 04/26/2019
Categories:
opioids, metaphor, money, people, perspective,
Form:
Haibun