Best Overdosing Poems
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
Categories:
overdosing, dark, dream, life,
Form:
Rhyme
So you think you are like Superman
Pop a pill and you can fly
Beware of what you are really taking
To get an illegal high
The new superman pills can be fatal
They don’t give you an immediate hit
The slow release effect can be deceitful
You need to be made very aware of it
No high comes … you simply can’t wait
Beware Superman has yet to take effect
Pop another pill and seal your deathly fate
Overdosing is fatal this fact you can’t neglect
So you think you are like Superman
Pop a pill and you can fly
The tragic reality of taking these drugs
They are causing too many people to DIE
3rd January 2015
Categories:
overdosing, abuse, heartbreak, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh the humanity
the humanity
Oh spare me the grief
thy fake tears
woe is me, mentality
syrupy behaviour
Munchausen propensity
it sticks between my teeth
Oh spare me the pathos
ham acting baloney
Phoney and pathetic
pennyroyal tea fatigue
Histrionic vagaries
self righteous piety
Oh spare me the maudlin
attention seeking thievery
Drowning in poignancy
sentimental molasses
Throw yourself to the floor
overdosing in twee
Oh spare me forever
stomach churning violins
emotional instability
Wallowing in saccharine
exaggerated sob stories
But most of all
the absence of apology
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
25/05/22
Categories:
overdosing, anti bullying, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
I design cards for eighteenth parties,
And every other birthday.
And I design cards for condolences,
For folks who’ve passed away.
My designs can be happy, sad or plain,
Whatever you really want.
And I can make them easy to read,
In an “easy to read” sort of font.
Then it occurred to me there’s money here,
There’s a market for being kind.
To make cards for people suffering alone,
Alone in silence in their mind.
For people cutting and for suicide attempts,
Like people overdosing on a pill.
To design intimate encouraging cards,
For folks who are mentally ill.
For the opportunity contest.
Categories:
overdosing, mental illness,
Form:
Quatrain
Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
on quiet streets where elm trees grow
But in their midst a demon yawns
And screams through veins from which it flows
Hypodermic illusions line the curb
where cars are parlors for getting high
Overdosing in the suburbs
The inner city has no alibi
A nightmare on elm street
and Freddy Kruger is nowhere in sight!
But the boogeyman does not retreat....
yet some will not awaken from the night!
Categories:
overdosing, addiction, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s funny how you have no remorse
I’ve studied this well,
I have taken your course.
Forgive! You say,
As if I haven’t forgiven you
of all the pain that you put me through.
How? You wonder,
After all you weren’t there right?
Well that’s the point.
You never even put up a fight.
I searched the world for you
And every time I ended up bankrupt.
I screamed your name
On dark nights of despair
But that’s just it
You were never there!
Now you call
and speak of the "weather"
And the “perilous times”
Completely oblivious and
narcissistically blind.
I am a shell of a man
A men in a shell
The external you compliment
Knowing nothing of my hell.
And yet again you talk of the weather
As more time just goes by.
Your shameful pride as possessed your being
Is this what you call breathing?
Where were you when the blades dug into my pasty, porcelain skin?
Or the times when I was being mentally raped over and over again?
Where were you when I had to say my goodbyes?
When I was so high, I set fires in the sky?
Where were you when I was overdosing on fields of pain?
And the madness became my name
The madness became my NAME!
Where were you????????????
But you call
And I cringe.
It’s as if I am injected by a syringe filled with questions
None I can ever ask you
Because I would be told I don’t forgive.
And the phone keeps ringing
And you keep asking me about the weather.
Whether you now it or not
You’re still hurting that child in me.
With your “How’s the weather?”
“How is work?”
Well screw your weather
And screw your work
You’re an emotionless monster
Also known as A Jerk.
Yet, I sit at night and watch the weather
And I sit and watch as more time goes bye
Not once did you validate
What you did to me inside!
So, how’s the weather?
How’s the times?
They’re passing
Just like the lives you left behind.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
overdosing, anger, dad, life, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
Angry fists pommel a defiant face;
racial slurs punctuating each bruised eye.
And as punches start to increase in pace,
a black man collapses; then boots let fly.
I've seen hate.
The needle twitches while injecting death;
instead of a high, you slip into shock.
And overdosing, you're gasping for breath,
drowning in your vomit while strangers gawk.
I've seen fear.
Staring at the past as it disappears;
having lost your home, you live on the street.
And that vacant look lingers past the tears
as you sacrifice pride and face defeat.
I've seen sad.
When an injured soldier cries out in pain,
a medic responds, undeterred by fear.
And his uniform is a blood-soaked stain;
as he tends to the wound, then drags him clear.
I've seen brave.
Icy currents grip the boy like a vise;
immediately, his mother jumps in.
And when frantic rubs no longer suffice,
she warms him up next to her naked skin.
I've seen love.
An infant is born an innocent dove;
with skin so soft it almost seems to melt.
And triggering unconditional love,
this babe embodies feelings deeply felt.
I've seen hope.
Categories:
overdosing, discrimination, feelings, hate, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
An imported imperfection of his delayed conclusion of opinions leaves me restless.
I know I may not be the prettiest, I know my body may not be the fittest.
However, my heart remains the same, his love pumps blood into my veins.
As I start losing mental ability to my brain bleeding heavy quantities, my heart start hemorrhaging.
Blood vessels begin tearing up from my emotions, my eyes swelling.
His words burn like melting plastic, nonmetallic his compassion is synthetic, as lovers turn platonic.
It is hard to comprehend his love presence, when there are no immediate surroundings of his love emotions.
His actions are making me feel less of a woman, and very unwanted.
His presentation makes me hesitant, from the way his love is presented.
He is evil and ever so gentle, but he says he loves me.
He does not understand what his action does to my inner emotions.
Wretched in sadness marked by misery, embedded in love poverty he does not care how this affects me.
This is his way he shows his love for me.
Marinating in promises I get his love like an allowance.
He says that one day I will be his wife, so I stay in hopes of his change.
Again, he tells me he trying so who am I to complain.
A mistress of his love I became, I will not be ashamed for his love I pertain.
His love I can relate to, his pain I persecute and oppress as he overall abuse.
Pharmaceutical kind of love overdosing as a drug, I am his side effect I learned to suppress hold my emotions back. Like if, his words caress.
As I stroke his ego, I become humble. My pain is a ritual I know the procedure.
Mistress of his love I remain even longer, and I linger.
Categories:
overdosing, boyfriend, devotion, girlfriend, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Building a fire
Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity
Someone dancing on my grave.
And a artist
The night was gathering materials.
Knowing ambition for pleasure
Would never fill the pit.
The night called for a burn
All the grasped boxes of blankets
Nostalgic wood, Rhapsodies of a ratt-packen
Journals, binders, scraps of thoughts
Nick-knack volumes of prophets
Overdosing on written salvation
Hoping for a instance coffee relief
A always, never the fallow-through
More is pilled, the mix of kindling
Dirty-bits, and old yearnings
A stone from a beach, of first love
Scrapbooks of holding mortality
**** mags, and bed follies pics
A secrete place a catholic boy goes
My heap inter-mixed with nature
All of it dead, until the match
Erupts a fire enjoying feeding
Impermanence is really scarred
So is observing the flame
Hypnotic destruction is fire at night
Eyes dance to flares refection
Chaotic colors of visible heat
A calm abiding trance
Warm glowed my garments
In ambers consuming to ash
Categories:
overdosing, introspectionnight, fire, fire, night,
Form:
Free verse
Is there a doctor in the house?
A cryptic message from the uniting nations,
looking for yet another credentialed ecotherapist
to surgically remove all our economic and political issues.
Those remaining after overdosing on pharmaceuticals
as media marketed
through normal incorporated competitions
for egocentric profit
channels and parties and outlets
fed by oil-fired over-heating ballistic powers.
Unfortunately, this local ecotherapeutic facilitator and mentor guild
is out of rabid pathologists.
They are all currently mad with medicines
of and for climate illnesses,
building sand bag towers
across drowning coastal cities
the oceans are reclaiming as their own,
in their perennial rage against the continents
of usurpation.
Predators, with power-over monocultural intent,
this tidal tug of war between productive lands and all-consuming seas.
But doctors are best for reacting
to already raging and suffered madness,
badness,
while our ecotherapeutic nurses
are nurturing specialists,
responsible for co-mentoring regenerative public health,
supporting cooperative natural healing laws and organic orders,
composting richer climates within dysfunctional families
as post-graduate clinical trials
before they take on facilitating public-sector governing,
multicultural garden uncovering,
helpful-healthy community beloving
our uniting nations' polypathically extending families.
For proactively regenerating healthy societies
this ecotherapeutic guild recommends
our co-empathic cooperative trust mentors,
nurturing Good Holistic Sciences and Arts of healing medicines.
Where surgeons and psychotropic dispensing political doctors
react against predative paranoid economic nightmares,
our health-nurturing nurses bring deep-resonantly fired experience
returning pathological ecopolitical dark night scares
into rememories of multicultural Paradise Dreams
singing and dancing through EarthTribe childhoods.
Why seek yet another burnt-out surgical WinLose pathologist
when we have so many healthy WinWin eco-nutritional mentors?
Trees creating good from bad atmospheres
and pollinators regenerating depleted ecopolitical soils
and barren, former ecologically healthy, souls.
Categories:
overdosing, community, earth, health, nature,
Form:
Political Verse
Negative Thoughts
Making me dizzy
You generate misery
Barging in on me constantly
Just when I become happy ,
You invade again...
The permanent smile becomes fake
Negative Thoughts
- Useless Utter
Haunt me all around the clock
Push in without a knock
Alone with these thoughts
Now my head hurts,
Distress
Overdosing
Doubts ... Regrets
Inability to comprehend my knowledge
Composition of my mind becomes shattered
Everything seems wrecked
Where is the intellect?
No control over you...
I'm forced to Resist a chance that might benefit
Too many tricks are being played on me.
Second voice
Sais stop it
Enhances
Come on think positive ,
No ,on purpose you cause the worry,
You are still there you haven't vanished...
Categories:
overdosing, confusion, depression, how i
Form:
Free verse
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
Categories:
overdosing, dark, death, deep, life,
Form:
Rhyme
4/22/17
No intentions of being misleading
Could go by bleeding
Is one way of leaving
As the heart stops beating
And the lungs stop breathing
Also could be caused from exsanguination
Across a pagan nation
Could go by strangulation
Which'll cause and make abrasions
With no intentions of making a statement
Pulse rapid then slowing
Could go by overdosing
Knowing
It comes with the risk of choking
Could go
While on the road
Or in your own home
You just never know
The voices calling
On any side of the walling
Could go by falling
The outcome would be appalling
Yet enthralling
Like something never before seen, or only in a drawing
Above the Earth's layers
Could go by the might of Mother Nature
Whether your on land or in a ship as a sailor
The odds just may not go in your favor
Sooner than later
The sight of even greater danger
Among objects that are inanimate
Could go by accident
Tragic and just about as bad as it gets
Near and far from any waters with halibut
Only an earthling
Could go by burning
With zero chance of returning
Might be considered disturbing
But there are technically worse things
No guarantees
Could go by disease
Anywhere, not just by the seas
Or any trees and leaves
Whether your a kid, teen
Or ninety three
Regardless of if it involves being annointed
It's been one heck of a voyage
Could go by poison
Which could be quick or miserable and far from joysome
I'll tell you what it wouldn't taste anything like Hoisin
And like usual fingers would probably get pointed
Due to one too many mistakes
Could go up in space
On a ship or base
At a slow or rapid pace
Whether or not the pulse began to race
All of us are fallible
Could go by getting eaten by a cannibal
Or some kind of animal
Whether or not their claws are retractable
Nobodies laughing
Could go by crashing
Whether or not it's your fault, still come the sirens and lights flashing
Like they say nothing is truly everlasting
Before during or after nine
Could go due to it being my time
Which would be fine
And rather benign
Except that I need to finish this rhyme
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
overdosing, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
This life mirrors a rose.
A beautiful vision, but a pain to feel.
Needled stems causes blood to stem from my flesh.
Draining my veins of the rosy red essence of life
that flowed through my bloodstream.
The blood flows like lava after a volcanic eruption
as it burns my flesh.
Due to pain inflicted by the war wounds of life.
These women are as bittersweet as roses.
The sweet smell of their scents is intoxicating,
but how detrimental the touch.
Misusing your heart as a voodoo doll
and pinning your heart to their memoirs of affliction.
Left in a state of fantasy.
To the point you have to constantly question if the feeling is real.
Often getting no answers.
And other times you find out their stories of deep sentiment
were just fairy tales narrated by deception.
The Ups turn up downs.
Soon downs come back around.
The constant contradiction leaves you
mentally exhausted and sick.
Life is like a roller coaster.
Rolling coasting thoughts through my mind.
When it gets too heavy, I'm overdosing.
Drugs are the potion, at least until I reach my limits.
I realized there's no one I can give devotion.
Roses, truly a pretty scene.
Roses stem with subtle knives.
To your back they intervene.
Infliction deeply applied,
Until love and reality becomes obscene.
Heaven belongs to God,
but this place called Earth is Satan's playground.
The difference between angels
and demons is to where they are bound.
Both with wings, one with horns.
Mistaking horns for halo, will leave you forever scorn.
Categories:
overdosing, life, drug,
Form:
Free verse
HIDDEN
Bad turns to worse
Opening yourself to the hurt
Repeated acts of suicide
Disrupted family, no charm
Emptiness, sense of not belonging
Relationships going downhill, falling
Love then comes hate
Impulsiveness, horrible mistakes
Not allowed to change the past
If I could, more mistakes will come
Happiness will not last
People judge me for things I can’t help
Experiences, emotions I have felt
Restless, risky
Over exaggerating all the time
Never relaxed, but sometimes
Anxiety grabs and consumes me
Loosens up on its grip
But I will never really be free
Inappropriate anger, frantic it seems
The lonely hole in my heart, gigantic
Young, paranoid and alone
Disturbed, friends they disown
Identity gone, self-image uncertain
Self-destructiveness, I hide
Overdosing, a risk I have taken
Recurrent threats, promises I keep breaking
Difficulty doing what I am told
Not good with management
Excessive efforts to avoid abandonment
Restless, diagnosed borderline has me by the throat
Categories:
overdosing, anger, anxiety, care, crazy,
Form:
Free verse