Best Poisoning Poems


Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

My Mother In Law Is Poisoning Me

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW IS POISONING ME!

I think my mother-in-law is poisoning me.
The electric range is smelling strange,
She tests the smoke detector by cooking everyday....
Now the entire kitchen is acting deranged.
Semolina at 3:30,
Mercury hits 120 degrees!
Nausea and stomach cramps are rising in me,
Red-sauced tripe is afflicting me.
Outside it's now Celsius 43 degrees.
Now Bulimia is what I see,
I have to stay for tea,
Yes, my mother-in-law is poisoning me,
There's much to said for ...
D.I.V.O.R.C.E!!!!!

Poisoning

Poisoning Definition
Damage to the body due to inhaling,touching,swallowing,
contaminated or toxic food or drink,chemicals,drugs,
venoms or gases etc. 
1.Abrin Poisoning.The common symptoms of abrin toxicity 
include nausea,vomiting,and diarrhea..
2.Cerberin Poisoning.Cerberin,reversibly inhibits the sodium–potassium adenosine triphosphatase(Na–K–ATPase)exchanger in myocardial cells 
causing disruption in cardiac electrical activity and ultimately death..


Poisoning the Well

We turn a deaf ear
as they live with the pain
of those who we cancel
with biting disdain

Unable to rise
above selfish intent
with opioid bias
our progeny bent

Pontification
colors the flow
young ears once thought distant
to reap what we sow

The world as we leave it
our tracks in the sand
forever to haunt us
—as children disband

(Radnor Pennsylvania: December, 2021)

Premium Member Amorous Food Poisoning

Date fed me oysters with amorous intent
Food poisoning struck me,  I heard his lament.



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Premium Member Poisoning Our Mind From a Glass

We live our lives so free and easy
not thinking for a moment all we hear
stop for a moment think what you've heard
even in past 24 hours so much so near

Our minds taking into our thoughts
so much dirt and damaging stuff
we need a cleansing filter there
to make a stop, say that's enough!

Why do we drink this poison easily?
can't it be seen in the glass?
surely it's clear, your eyes to see
we really listen to too much gas

Why don't we turn it off at source?
take no chances again anymore
the effects makes us feel sick
just get up out the exit door

Poisoning our mind from a glass
never should it touch our lips
knowledge increased to cut it off
be clean be spotless on your trips

("We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick.")
- Atticus (Philosopher)


Snake Poisoning

1.Neuro Toxic(elapid)
a.Cobra
b.krait
c.coral
2.Vasculotoxic(vipers)
a.pit vipers
b.non pit viepers
c.russell's viepers
d.saw scaled vipers
3.Myotoxic
a.sea snake
b.sea krait
Note.zafar supari killer.

Poisoning

There are some poisoning substances when mixed into drink 
or food cause weakness,confusion,paralysis and even death.
They are odorless,colorless and tasteless like water..
Sometimes symptoms resemble of food Poisoning..
Lana Sue,Joshua Lee,Alexis Jennings,Samantha Unger,
Arrieana Yednock,Shayne Carpenter,Tina Glasco,
Aunty Shabo and the list goes on.....

Poisoning the Rose

Beautiful boy
With rosy cheeks
My Rose
You Cannot thrive
When
Poison soaks into your roots.
When you feel withered and weak
And you
Have
Been plucked
So
Far
Away from the sun
Away from the world
Away from reality

I hold you in my palm ever so gently
Even though your color is fading
To the color of death
I hope that you will bloom, just once more
So I will always remember your beauty

You
Wilted away
Into the darkness
In the corner
Of your mind
And
The Acid
Curled away the petals of your sanity
And
My
Sorrowful tears
Just
Can’t
Wash away its poison
I weep
Yet I wait 
For my friend
Patiently

A miracle is all we need
To
Bring you back
Into
The
Garden of life
Where
Bumble bee kisses
And
Bird’s symphony shrills
And
The warmth of the sun.
Awaits you.
And the sky hangs above us
For thousands of miles.
There is so much more

Poisionous Acid
Leave My friend
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The Poisoning of Octavian

Woe betide this waste of life 
To whom the gods did give much strife
And now to end my life with much aharm
I drink this poison to join my loved one across the stars
My love im coming

Poisoning the Well

Beware the breath 
of dragons bane
Heed to the call of inspiration
slowly does the mind fade
during cupid's aching

Take toll of you eggs
before you cook your bacon
slowly does the heart deflate
during cupid's aching

Frown upon the innocence
and those who take it
Smile upon the perfection
and all who demonstrate it
Slowly does the heart die
during cupid's aching.

Break open 
every empty lie
the truth is not forsaken.
Whenever you may close your eyes
Know you were mistaken.

Premium Member Testosterone Poisoning

Testosterone poisoning, there is no vaccine
That will keep this from killing all those in between

The coming of age and the coming unglued
Among one society segment imbued

With certain fixations which are second to none
When they fix on a target while coming undone

It can't be the tools they use in their trade
It must be some other trade-off we've made

For surely some illness is causing this schism
Besmirching what we know is exceptionalism

We have to get better with our institutions
Because we hold sacrosanct our constitution

Solutions will surely present themselves when
The sword remains mightier still than the pen

There's always exceptions proving the rules
And challenging history's only for fools

They always rush in where wise men refrain
We'll stay with the angels, we're holding the reins

This too, shall pass, it's happened before
It'll happen again, there's always one more

Misguided fool going off of the rails
Conservative minds will always prevail

Secure in the notion that right will make might
And the mighty will be sleeping soundly tonight

Premium Member Kids will be kids

Started off with climbing tree
Rush to hospital to pump wee stomach
Evidence on cherry stained t-shirt



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Premium Member Food Poisoning

Went to the grocery store 
Decided to keep eating clean
Which can be a chore
Grocery shopping and budgeting 

I usually trust my instincts but
This time regret I did not
Ate a few bites got it in my gut
Soon threw up so hard

My vomit was super sonic
I was sure everyone heard
That fruit was cut by demonic
Knife unclean was the word

Never will buy fruit again 
From that grocery store
Ate only a few bites and
Was sick until well after four

The Poisoning of My Mind

There are days the sun drags itself across the sky like a wounded thing,
and I follow behind it,
meek as a shadow no one asked for.
My feet walk the same road to the mailbox, rocky and too long,
and still I walk it.

Beside me, the hemlock grows.
Tall and soft, almost beautiful.
It does not beckon.
It does not need to.

Some days, I eye it the way others eye lovers.
It stands there in its stillness,
whispering in a world that shouts.
And I wonder if quiet could be a kind of mercy.

It is hard to exist here.
Harder, maybe, to pretend I want to.
To stitch meaning into mornings,
to answer the question of “why”
with anything but silence.
Some days, I am all ache and effort.
Some days, I am nothing at all.

And still I walk.
I walk, and I glance
at the hemlock.

I want to stay.
I do.
But wanting is not the same as being able.
And some days, I feel like I am made of glass
and apology.
I am tired of both.

I often see the hemlock,
I see how easy it would be to drink,
from the root, from myself.
No spectacle.
No hero.
Just stillness, at last.

I know how bitter it would taste.
But bitterness is not new to me.
I have swallowed worse.

My greatest fear
is one day replacing my reasons to stay
with the venom from the hemlock.
That I will deflower it
just as the world has deflowered me.
I will fill my cup half full,
and as I sit beside the road,
I will drink.

And as I swallow my fate,
no cars will pass,
no one will come to save me from the poison
I pulled with my own hand.

And that will be enough.

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