Best Poppers Poems

Seems like we've all become
A nation of ruddy pill poppers
A pill for this, a pill for that
Even sex, now that's the topper

How did it finally...

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Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this...

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CONCRETE WALLS

The darkness crashes down all around,
Like concrete walls that keep you bound.

I've heard we're a nation of pill poppers these days,
And that psychotherapy is...

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I peer through
Into your world
I smell the fragrance
Of family
Cooking roast dinner

I listen intently
Party poppers
And Happy Birthday songs
Someone singing in the shower

I see colours and shapes
Moving...

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Boxing Day

Christmas over,
Boxing day,
Snow replaced by rain,
Turkey eaten,
Presents opened,
Bones and wrapping remain.

Silent carols,
Muted bells,
The candles all burned out,
Bottle tops,
Nutshells
And gift tags lay round about.

Glittered cards,
Ribbons...

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abuse, age, discrimination, health, introspection, lonely, old,

Customs To Getting Old  ©


There are very ingrained customs noted when getting old
Getting accustomed to old age is...

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My mind is yours

I think of you
As I stab away at your heart

I think of you
As blood spatters all over my face

I think of you
As...

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My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and...

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Almost New Year

Tic Toc, the countdown’s started,	
Another year’s nigh done.
Break out the poppers, the salt and the coal,
In with the new and out with the...

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Benny Blue Beetle ran up a limb
He knew he could fly but he couldn’t swim
Way up in a tree way out in the air
He leaped...

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I Do not Breath

I do no think
Of life that mocked me

I do not think
Of elders who forgot me

I do not think
Of my depression

I do not...

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Almost New Year

Tic Toc, the countdown’s started,	
Another year’s nigh done.
Break out the poppers, the salt and the coal,
In with the new and out with the...

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BY STREET CRIES

MY PEN SPEAKS POETRY WITH A PASSION 
RELEASING MENTAL PRISONS POSING AS PROBLEMS 
PEOPLE POINTING FINGERS IGNORING PARAGRAPHS OF LIFE SCRIPTURES 

PROMOTING THE...

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To those of us that struggle with addiction,
 It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.

    You’re a slave to the substance...

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The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back...

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