Best Overdose Poems
Melancholy me, since Kelly's gone away
Far beyond the sea, and gone from everyday
Stage by stage I've wept, but finally, I see
What I must now accept; a melancholy me
It follows and it looms, a threat to my clear sky
Though never quite consumes, insists that I comply
She's not for me to find, no path for me to track
So rain, I will not mind, if I can't have her back
Now happiness and joy, are never felt alone
The grief did not destroy, but left an undertone
It’s useless to contest, what lingers underneath
I'm trying, at my best, to walk beside the grief
And maybe I am jaded, but I am past denial
The anger has since faded; I've learned again to smile
I steady more each day, but walk the tightest rope
And mind my every sway, through threats by wind, I cope
Relentless my implore, and pointless it would seem
She went, she is no more, to see her is to dream
I begged her not leave, yet still, she did not stay
forever, now I'll grieve, my melancholy way
I'll live despite her death, as long as I embrace
What’s come of her last breath, and breathing in her place
Because it's mine to keep, it's just my cross to bear
I'll bury it down deep, but always, it is there
And though I did not choose, it's what I would prefer
For I can't bear to lose, my memory of her
The pain is in my heart, means Kelly too, shall be...
Because she’s just a part, of melancholy me.
She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.
it was cold, yet hot,
a fever.
i am surprised,
as though I didn't fill myself with poison
just the night before.
my arm is taped down,
attached to an iv,
four pouches of medication seep into my veins
it burns,
yet any tears i have left have been taken by my father,
crying in the seat beside my hospital bed,
next to my mother, a stoic statue.
how rare to see your father cry,
how jarring.
to see the grown man who has been a fortress all your life,
break down like a child
the violence of the sobs,
the sharpness of the gasp as he realizes my eyes are open,
as though he were drawing his very first breath.
this is not how i wanted this to go.
and to see your mother,
silent and still,
for once, she had no words to say.
her pain would come,
but as the world told her,
she needed to be strong.
the plan was simple,
sleeping pills before bed,
the perfect excuse to lay limp.
eyes shut,
it'd be over within a few hours,
a smile rests on my face when i realize, this funeral bill would be cheaper than the countless medical ones.
a hug to my parents,
who i never hug.
a goodbye.
i play my favorite song on repeat
and close my eyes,
waiting for what comes next.
but as i sit up in this bed,
gauze shielding the barcodes carved into my arms,
i see i've simply made things
so.
much.
harder.
their trust would be the last to come,
that's for certain.
but first would be sleepless nights of my parents arguing about where they went wrong,
loud whispers as though our walls were not thin.
debates,
not knowing who to blame.
mimicry of their actions,
going through a range of motions,
they are no longer whole.
i wish i could say this changed my perspective on life,
my taste of death inspired a new life,
but it didn't.
they took out the poison but left my brain,
my body's one true toxin.
"Secret Lover"
Fight to live and never stop,
Give it hell till the casket drops,
Break these chains and find my self,
Shake this habit for my health,
Don't believe him when he lies,
Bitter sweetness my demise,
On my arms he leaves his mark,
Peaceful chaos in the dark,
Silent assassins claims another,
Innocent tears missing their mother,
Stolen away like a thief in the night,
Oblivious numbness fades into light,
Addicted to the peace found in the pain,
Kept in secret and Hidden in shame,
I fill the sting I see red cough and drift away,
Like a fool I chase this dragon though I need to slay,
With every kiss he steals some life taking from me breath,
Temptation whispers in my ear lies of a beautiful death,
I beg him To go but he knows Im lying,
Tainted is his love killing its certain I'm dying,
Every move he makes always in silence,
Im a wiling victim of his domestic violence,
Realization of illusion my distorted reality,
Sociopathic addiction and forgotten Fatality,
At first I believed him guess just blind ignorance,
Now Searching for his presence found in a rinse,
On a mission to escape although its imprisoned relief,
Aware of true intentions and recognized is this Greif,
Press on to the finish and beat these odds,
Memories soon to fade of a junkies' nods,
Stay strong and endure this rough weather,
For myself for my little ones gotta do better,
No EPO to keep him at bay,
Left with my thoughts so on my knees I pray,
Turn to God this time and really try,
Make a choice to live and not to die,
I must face him this monster that haunts,
Lingering In the shadows I hear his taunts,
I call him hank but he has many,
Call him what you will his names are plenty,
He is the one who takes my soul,
In truth he bought it some time ago,
The one that takes but doesn’t give,
The most feared predator to date to live,
Addiction shows to me no mercy,
Craving just a taste unquenched left thirsty,
Ill get it right I'll win this battle ill shine,
And keep on fighting this fight,
that wasn’t ever meant to be mine.
-amber smith
An overdose of meth can lead to your death.
SALMON OVERDOSE by an Alaskan
Salmon, salmon every day
Every time and every way
Alaska breakfast
Salmon lunch
Add some nuts
To make a crunch
Thank you fisher man
My friend
For sharing
Salmon without end
What is prized in cities far
Fills my pantry
Jar by jar
White wine adds a little bite
When I whine I feel contrite
But the fragrance of this fish
Makes me want
Another dish
When I yearn
For beans or rice
Please be patient and be nice.
Oh, New Yorkers
Call on me
Trade me fora ton of Brie.
You have your story I have mine
You’ve lied about more than my allotted time
My fingers shake as I write this rhyme
Blood boiling quake that’s been so very kind
Tell the world your story, sure
I’ll only agree that we did not concur
I’ve lied about what? You didn’t say
The response you’ve sought is here today
Still I tremble to contain myself
From happy to red is where I’ve delved
You’ve presented your story with no evidence
You don’t have to believe me but THAT makes no sense
Is this just for your poetry’s sake?
You say I’ve justified lies I’ve made
What lies were they? Just let em know!
But until then let YOUR lies show
So I am numb yet my mood fluctuates?
I’m not crazy yet confused fills the slate?
YOU seem lost; the Soup is your plate
Only on the internet will others relate
Go hard or go home!
Slander me? Yes you’ve tried
No beating around the bush
There’s no bush needed to hide
Team PS says so slamming
That’s the ONLY thing holding me back
This is as blatant as it will be
Only for the team I will slack
N O B O D Y K N O W S Y O U
Your poetry’s been read
But to yourself and the planet
You’ve been L O N G L O N G dead
You don't HAVE to understand but respect it
You have so much wisdom YET you're defected
He buys his drugs just to get high
Never thinkiing he might die.
He pays his money takes the dope;
He still believes--this is his hope.
He's nineteen, he's really just a boy
He buys his drugs, searches for joy.
He lies motionless in a hospital bed
He's all hooked up; his brain is dead.
He stops breathing, his fight is done
The angels take his spirit home.
Now it's you, strolling down the street
It's your drug dealer you hope to meet.
Ask yourself before you get high--
Could this be your night to die?
Kids are dying, left and right
Overdose the conmmon plight.
Your dealer's the devil, he don't care
When you lay dying, he ain't there.
Dec 16/17
D H Loewen
A sick, sick woman
She lies in bed
She complains, complains of pain
Pain she cannot control
She takes her pills to ease it all away
However, they do not work
She is given more and more
So much that she feels worse, rather than better
The people they prepare to treat her
But they wait, and wait, and continue to wait
Her condition intensifies
But they wait, and wait, and continue to wait
Her skin, now a pale, blue colour
She is cold to the touch
Nothing can save her now
Because they waited, and waited, and continued to wait
They could have saved her
But they refused
They were afraid, they were selfish
Her life just didn’t mean enough to them
She was taken away from her family and friends
She could have been saved
She could still be standing today
But they were afraid, they were selfish
Tomorrow, six years will have passed
They will mark the anniversary of that awful day
And what will people do?
They’ll act like nothing had ever happened…
The Overdose.
Hey Mr Depresso
Have an Expresso
Forget about your life
don’t be forlorn
About the Morn
So you lost a Wife…
Think upbeat life’s a treat
don’t concede defeat,
Just take the drugs
Life is just a mentality
Let it be devoid of reality
Let the old shoulders shrug…
One for the road
One for the pain
One for the fact
You aint just the same…
Two to get ready
Two to face life
Two to stay focused
Just to cope with strife…
Three to be merry
Three to be unfazed
Three to make those
Dimming eyes so glazed…
Fours too much
Four is killing you
Four has done the job
Adieu…
Pain is the first welcome
Death embraces…
I felt the pain as the needle went in.
It quickly faded as my journey began.
No one could sense the loss of my senses.
Walking the clouds with feet on the ground.
Time slowed down like babies crawl.
My eyelids carried the full weight of life.
Coursing ever down into the abyss.
The door closed with my final breath.
I am no more!
Dodging bullets now
feel the vibe
No one here submissive
buy protection
Protection gifted to me
delicate shade of difference
Ride the storm
awarded enemy survive
still my memory stain alive
aperture - powerful capture
divine template
aside in minds shrine
my inner child follows deep within
tears fall - fall gently
hands cupped - gently in they spill
all tears retreat to safety - mirror in the strong...
Memories of a playfulness...
the nudge beware of wrong...
slipping away into your prescence i grab your scarf
only to fall into a pyschic realm where i spin in circles
as a star falls into the night i hear your heart say
the hell with you i fade ever so closely to the cosmic wormhole
as my head slips in and out of reality
i look up and you are standing over me
how many pills did you take you are lucky to be alive and awake
you sit with me on the floor i have no more worry anymore
Where is the time you lost
How do you outrun yourself
Can you drink enough
Smoke it down to the filter
What is love when you've lost it again
Who are the demons
When you play with them at night
Why bother to hide the hate you feel
When the hate just feels like home
Can you hide inside yourself
Long enough to breath
Or will you choke
On your own dead air
Can you smile for your those awaiting
Make them believe even when you don't
You know the jig is up
The game is lost
Your goose is cooked
And death knocks at your door
A racing heart out of my chest
Looking like I’m possessed
Hearing numbed down and blocking
Moving vision section after section
A pictured world laughing and mocking
Times elapsing
When wills this end
Will this stay for life or just pretend
No one can calm me
The fear, so scared
The closest to death I believe I could feel
So lost and unprepared