Best Rehab Poems
Day old coffee
in its maker
a cold witness
sometimes
to broken dreams
and war stories
and proclamations
of
getting well
of
new beginnings
of
hearty hope.
Solemn stories and
cloudy memories
and Joe
laughter’s echo
at some obscure
joke but
the window
knows
how schemes get
distorted
deformed
disfigured.
Some have just
flown that way
inevitably
some do go
without ceremony
without fanfare
no hoopla
simply vanish
and all that’s left
are
empty seats
empty room
empty maker
waiting for
the next batch
of sunshine.
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They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
NO!
NO!!
NO!!!
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't
GO!
GO!!
GO!!!
boo-hoo hot-mess
Wine-HORSE
So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!
Paint my eyes black, blind me.
Rip my nails off, unarm me.
Place me with those just like me.
Try months to rehabilitate,
the lost and untimely.
I once had a Lazy Susan
Adding confusion to choosin'
I gave her a spin
But never could win
And that's why I turned to boozin'
She looked at me calmly opening her narrow lips
Luis the name brought an ache to my wounded ego
In my pride I had ended up shipwrecked in the rehab
...You can make it even when they all say you cant
I swallow my pride and prod,..
I like you Merc.. Can we be an item
Were the circumstances different yes
It's not a maybe or well see its a Yes
So my Journey is not in vain
You find the charmed ones now so often
With humans ever so accommodating
No unlike Peter Petreli I wont try flying
Unless am a hundred percent assured
I will land on safe shore where the waves
Beat ever so slowly and names like pirates
Voyager and black pearl are uttered
I have the soul; of a Sojourner
#Jewels of Time
Johnny Cash had great
Compassion for the
Working class and the poor.
‘I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down,
And the flames went higher’
Johnny Cash, a fifties and sixties, a
Much applauded singer,
Fans chased him, girls chased
Him, but he befriended drugs,
‘And it burns, burns, burns,
The ring of fire,
The ring of fire,’
His first marriage to Vivian Liberto
Was shorter than to his second
Wife, June Carter- Cash
Who he met and married
Together for thirty years, she died
In May 2003, and
And Johnny cried.
But Millions also cried,
When Johnny died
Four months later
in September 2003.
Johnny Cash and June
Had an attraction
To each other that one would
Call dangerous, the reaction
Was that husband and wife
Wrote the song
“Ring of Fire” ,
Indicative and a reflection of
Their relationship.
Love and fire I would say
For Johnny were related,
And it was absolutely fated
That this couple would meet,
Be together and bring into
The world one pair of tiny feet!
He fell hard and into this fire,
He loved this girl dearly,
‘The taste of love is sweet,
When hearts like ours meet,
I fell for you like a child,
Oh, but the fire went wild.’
‘Love is a burning thing,
And it made a fiery ring,
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire’.
He unfortunately was always
Drawn to drugs, and wrote
Many songs under their influence.
But despite this reckless route ,
And his feelings high,
There was no doubt
That the element of fire,
And the emotion of love
Combined, made this song
A top Hit!
Which made every bit,
Of Johnny Cash’s story fit!
Johnny Cash was in and out of rehab. However, eventually kicked his addictive drug habit.
They unload life’s lead
into unseen enemies
machine gun memories
flying rapid fire
recollections and musings
spent shells amassing
mental turbines spinning
smoking the room.
And they yawn and doodle
ink stains for amusement
their purpose loosened
without caffeine courage
meetings adjourned
aimless wandering down
immaculate hallways
wounded reflections
in thoughtless pursuit
of quiet relief.
And they nod gingerly
with grim understanding
lives in the balance
teetering on a wire
as the bird careens
by the smokestack
somehow in
silent recognition
of lives interrupted.
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She pushes my wheelchair
Rolling me past the nurses station
Rolling me down the long bright hallway
Rolls me into the room with all those machines
All I want to do is go for a l o n g w a l k _ — _ — _ — _ — _ — _
For Julia Ward’s Rehabilitation contest.
Written May 24th 2018.
AR Strong has assisted many people on their road to recovery.
A great facility in Vancouver Canada.
I’m telling you this, it’s no rumour -
Some people knock my sense of humour
So I’ve ordered a cab
To take me to rehab
With poetry I’m a late bloomer!
5/14/18
Trees at conference
promoted plant tree cut tree campaign
rehab a dirty world
Yesterday was my 22nd birthday and an intervention was my gift
Today I share a room with these three dope fiend heroin addicts
One is in the bathroom throwing up, the other two in the corner shooting up
I hope I stashed enough pills to make it, rehab coffee is no substitute
Thinking it is all under control while grabbing a water to swallow my pain away
For Contest: Rehabilitation Contest 05/16/18
Sponsered by: Julia Ward
I dare you to kick the habit
This one I have you can't have it
Mirror, tell me who is not fit
It's time you throw away that kit
Just not your song, "Bring Me To Life"
Forget the urge, ignore the drive
That thing you do cuts like a knife
The remaining days of our lives
Please don't let Tina lead the way
Not her, not Molly, that I pray
You did, you didn't, that's what you say
Think of the price you need to pay
This cold ice brings nothing but pain
Call spade a spade, simple and plain
Do I really have to explain?
No rehab, no pain, means no gain
I died
And when I awoke
All the women were tall
Wearing sweats
Had their hair up
Cursing
Smoking menthol cigarettes
They say god loves babies and fools
There are babies out there
And fools in here
chris lampton
1-24-15
Need Rehab on Cold Slab
Could be because I became a crab;
What we really need is some rehab;
For while waited;
Was reactivated;
They found us lying on a cold slab.
Jim Horn
My Goodness and Great Lord
Oh my goodness and great Lord,
So He will welcome you aboard;
Will invite,
More poems write;
Hearing from does look toward.
Jim Horn
On test started with vibe and verve;
Then results had downward swerve;
Afraid;
Failing grade,
So teacher did grade us on a curve.
Jim Horn
Was a bitter quitter of the liter;
Had horrible time being a hitter
Saw some trees;
Swang at breeze;
So ended up being a rail splitter.