Best Tranquilizer Poems
These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices
only the TV screen and our part alien, completely annoying teens.
I eventually deciphered my efforts made none of them nicer or wiser.
I realized that to remain a cleanliness and organizer striver would sooner than later require I take a daily tranquilizer.
In time, I learned my bed was quite a smart desire and the
art of long naps was my perfect mood equalizer. So, why brood
over other family member's feelings when my own felt nicer.
There was a time when dust bunnies reduced me to shame
but, now they’re just fluffy cuties that I individually name.
Whereas I once frequently behaved like a total grump
because all treated our dining table like the local dump,
I now idly ponder when the pile will style a solid ceiling thump.
Home-nest chores of potential upset-tests no longer interest my
new style, but soaking in the tub attracts my delight worthwhile.
My bathroom has become my private, pampering isle.
Magazines to thoroughly savor, tempt me in a dream-flavored pile.
Within that little room I’m managing a pampering cocoon.
Once upon my stress time, I would be cryin’ over clothes
not ironed and family tried neither soothing or inspiring me.
These days my ironing policy is that such is pure folly
and that only laundered attire need be desired. I no longer
grow vacuum sore ‘cause rooms are too trashed for dirt to hit floors.
I am learning to keep my child-like, spontaneous smile
despite any and all house or family trials.
If in this lesson I succeed, that’s all I really, truly and mostly need.
I wish to live and love centered in a state of relaxed
‘cause that’s where my spic and span are truly at.
Categories:
tranquilizer, anxiety, change, conflict, environment,
Form:
Lyric
I was there
On my way to Laflin when the 55th and Garfield bus slowed down.
He should have been passed out from excitement like other 10 year olds playing
football in vacant lots,basketball in streets, and baseball with wooden sticks.
Instead on his way to gas station
collar bone caught bullet like a bleeding brown mitt.
He never made it to first base safe, he never made it home.
I sat there in blue and black CTA seats
and I wished he was struck by a
be-be, paint ball, or tranquilizer gun
but no they simply snatched back cocked metal and released.
He lied there surrounded
face had grazed grass
and when his mother saw him she wished she could resist what purples saw.
cross-fire whiplash
punctured neck
with a certificate to prove his end.
She pawed at his white outline
pleading he would breath life, but when i didn't she wept.
I was restricted to step off bus and on to pavement,
so i had to let my eyes listen
to how blue lights and smudged tears didn't compliment the tragedy.
I mean I was stuck to scene because of the caution tape
and the ambulance
and the way his stretcher jumped as he was being taken to the morgue.
Pedestrians though it was over until they fled like that little boys mother when she
heard her sons blood had been scrambled on the boulevard.
Police mans knees blasted to chest as they chased for blocks ones who failed to
follow: THOU SHALL NOT KILL!
I kept riding past Halsted then on to Racine finally came to Laflin stepped off bus,
looked at the bullet whole in the street sign then asked
what is the purpose of you holding hand high and think u have the right to kill.
Rebecca Johnson
Categories:
tranquilizer, life, loss, sorry, blue,
Form:
Free verse
3- “Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do. “ - Rumi
When the moon unfurls her magical wings,
and stars come out; sparkling silver
I listen to soothing songs within my nocturnal heart,
for unspoken thoughts, I let them rule.
I’m a believer, splashing colors of faith,
a poet, weaver of love and hope~
mental health advocate with an untamable quill,
painting hurting spheres with empathetic ink,
to cover their pain with honey warm verses.
I savor flavors of tender delicacies,
the world may frown upon this spiritual indulgence,
while ignorant to smudged skin of wounded silhouettes.
I let my voice be the tranquilizer for imperfect perfection,
although truth has no place in a society that lacks perception.
I’ll allow these phrases to speak to the blind,
preach kindness till we attain nirvana,
I have a poem in my soul, that shall only reach pages~
fluent in compassion, pain and trauma.
Categories:
tranquilizer, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Revoking Doc's License #1
A word from the State Medical Board committee
The #1 injection will always be P.D.
Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity
I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from Hello Kitty.
You overdose my patient RED, getting down to the nitty gritty.
At this time, your practice has been revoke
For coming after me as I wear my black cloak.
I got a grip on my scythe pressed against your throat.
Pees running down your legs leaving you all soak
Doc, I got your body full of Narcotics and Painkillers as a joke.
Dropping you like a lawsuit on the examination table with one smack.
Denying you morphine as your vasectomy goes wrong in this attack
I already drove you insane labeling you a quack.
Your hand I flushed in (TRANQUILIZER), slapping you with a black Jack.
Waking up without your gems blood all over your sack.
Restrain you in a straitjacket, throwing you in a padded room.
Covered in your own s*it as you were in your mother’s womb
Poet-ing like a disco biscuit on ecstasy, before I made you go SKAT-boom!
Engraving your Poetic Doctor Degree on the outside of your tomb.
With the words that speak, P.D. was the cause of your poetic doom.
by;P.D.
Categories:
tranquilizer, slam
Form:
Free verse
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you
Straight to bed
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
You can kiss my ass
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that
Trailer trash
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Sheriff come round and says
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done
But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Categories:
tranquilizer, abuse, child,
Form:
Lyric
A crazy gloomy highway,
Whacky streets of birmingham,
Catostrophe like winter bloated in winds
Tremble like passion cursed to flow,
Sounds where i heard the first smirk,
Her eyelashes twinkled like whisky sky,
An irish coffee mocked me to look,
Her raindroping hair wrinkled my eyes,
An smothering truth or a soothing lie,
Sip on sip coffee hanged me high,
It was a rainy day,no one to say ,no one for bay,
It was her tranquilizer which made me die,
on the very moment which now pass by
That love on sight like a first pie bite
I hinder this road to look for her,
Which now looks like a labyrinth masscara that she floss on,
Roads came narrow, i glazed on to follow,
She moved to a door,that went inside lamped on floor
It was lazy me ,sure she was nice and it could have been a night
but now its better begin for my Redbricks lane,
My days are bad and luck is hard, let it be let time
pass by
coz her eyes are still in my eyes,
and its still a long winter and coffe shop is just two blocks aside.
by poems
Categories:
tranquilizer, america, anger, change, chocolate,
Form:
Canzone
Dear Lord this year to save time being lost
remind me- Turkey, Christmas Eve- defrost.
And when it's in the oven, leave no doubt
that I forgot to take the giblets out.
Five loaves, two fishes you fed five thousand,
may I feed six with far less food to hand
since each year bags of food we buy a few
the wheelie bin eats better than we do.
You love little children, what joy they bring,
for me, as tranquilizer, Sherry's king.
I pray , Lord, as I open my gift box
I look pleased with my snowman themed bed socks.
Please let me use only the choicest words
when queueing for pork pies at dawn, at 'Birds' *.
We thank you for the gift of Brussels sprouts
and hinged windows to let the odours out.
Peace keeper may I be as it gets late
and nobody offers to wash the plates.
Above all, Lord, may I remember who
this season is about, and it is you.
* Birds is our local bakery
Categories:
tranquilizer, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
I count the hours on the clock
wait for the phone to ring
it doesn’t
then, it does
I hunger for ya.
Perfection is the name of the game
everything must be right
this time or
bust my brain
I hunger for ya
Your voice digs deep
into the pit
that is my soul
a tranquilizer that soothes
I hunger for ya
What will I do with this
discard or die
or go into the dark and conquer
the unknown?
I hunger for ya
When I see your name
I fear
deep down in my bowels
what now, what will love
ask of me
or not ask
I hunger for ya.
Daydream melodies, you
don’t understand them?
a thing hoped for you can’t
mass produce
at a thousand an hour
I hunger for ya.
In a real love
there’s no place for starvation or
bathroom dreams by candlelight
perfumed pearls
only
still
I hunger for ya.
Categories:
tranquilizer, desire, fear, heartbreak, how
Form:
Free verse
Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box,
Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out.
Recuperating with tiny box to resume,
Munndane tasks when everything is drab and drowsy.
Rejuvenating with break for tea and,
Lampooning the lives of others with mediocre actions.
The twilight of the day in the company,
Of sunset stretches for my hand for outing.
Budging an inch by inch with buzzing and bustling thoughts,
Knowing thereby to be in the vortex of life.
Moving earth and heaven to get reprieve of thorn ridden way,
Hoping to make it to stoical life.
That turns to be the tranquilizer of repressing all ripples of life..!!
Categories:
tranquilizer, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
I REALLY DON’T CARE IF THE SUN IS A STAR AND HE DOES
I want grape juice and sex all the time.
All he can think about is spray painting.
He looks at me like I am the strange girl
down the street who eats saltines and ketchup.
I step right on somebody’s chewed gum walking with him.
Our fingers laced like we are tourist scum in matching cowboy boots.
I look at him like he never wears the same underwear two days in a row.
He knows I lied to his family when they asked me if I liked toasted cheese and Budweiser.
Then again when I told his drunk father I would never sleep with him on a spaceship.
He looks at me like I am a joke about women’s
tennis, or a blackboard with a spit wad stuck on it.
He lied to my mother when he said he’s never had sex with a mannequin.
Then again when he said he never shot me with a tranquilizer gun.
I look at him like he might get me pregnant.
He looks at me like he’s arranging a celebration for the sun.
Categories:
tranquilizer, bereavement, boyfriend, break up,
Form:
Carpe Diem
The thought of realizing this embrace of life’s lessons learnt in this space
Came the loading of various emotion concluding rumors of lost assumptions
Surrounding stories that had no sense in this expensive gift called the present
Resonating, the misery in love's flawless
Knowing beauty is its weakness
Of giving it away to who won't stay lets prey
That knowledge & understanding will strikes his demanding
Of righteousness while being in the darkness of the light blinded sight
But not enlightened by the truth that love is the tranquilizer to a painful tooth
‘Cause love is the answer to every problem where anger, jealousy, hatred is symptom
Then the solution will be diluted in the wrong conclusion
Coursing confusion in a simple equation
That love = healing being the cure of all bad feelings
Filling the abyss where truth should be revealing
The moment of clarity being the parody between reality and the drunken mentality
To be sobered up by love lost hearts crossed
Then love opens the door in order to find it again or hurt some more?
Categories:
tranquilizer, love, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
We're in for a hell of a ride,
Glad you're at my side,
Is this pilot drunk, or mad?
Or an incompetent flying cad?
One thing seems clear,
I don't think he's a flight school grad....
Luggage flies about the cabin,
The stewardess's stopped their gabbin'
Everyone is fearfully grabbin'
In dreams that they were dabbin'
the pilot with a tranquilizer as he's babblin'
Get us down, and make it quick!
This flight crew is mentally sick,
Scaring all the sh__ from us
Next time, I swear, I'll take the bus!!!
Categories:
tranquilizer, adventure, funny, parody,
Form:
Burlesque
I’m Kong the Gorilla, formerly of Africa,
but I now live in New York, in North America.
Carl Denham and his boys had to go and capture me.
They sailed on a boat to my land to make a movie.
A nearby native tribe was as nice as they could be.
I would be worshipped, and they’d leave a woman for me.
A member of Denham’s crew was a blonde with beauty.
Her name was Anne Darrow. Wow, she was a real cutie!
The tribe abducted her because blondes have scarcity
in that part of the world where I would roam nice and free.
They thought of her as the perfect sacrifice for me;
so they left her out as something complimentary.
When the crew of the ship came to rescue dear Annie,
Carl Denham got a bright idea quite suddenly.
Being greedy, he thought he would make lots of money.
Like a fool, I would become attached to this honey.
So with all of those tranquilizer guns, they shot me.
They took me to New York to live in captivity.
It was there my life history turned another page.
I was in chains in a theatre upon the stage.
It was there when I learned Anne would marry Jack Driscoll.
What did she see in that guy? I’ll say he’s an CENSORED!
When I found out about that, I got mad and broke free.
Then I grabbed Anne and I would take her away with me.
To the top of the Empire State Building we would be.
Then those dummies sent a squadron of planes after me.
You know what happened next, that really ruined my day.
To my son in Africa, here is what I will say:
“Son, I want you to beware. I’m hoping that you hear,
Carl Denham is returning to Africa next year.”
Categories:
tranquilizer, funnynice, nice,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is not always flat and fine
It’s a bumpy road, filled of rocks and dirt
Life is about serenity, waiting to be found
Finding the true meaning of this life
We are all the experts in making sins
At least, that is how we used to be
We are all the experts of feeling guilty
At least, that is how we should be
Somebody asked me how to find faith?
I said, “I don’t know how, but I think I know how to gain faith.”
I think faith is larger than some written manuscripts
Because of its impossibility to be seen,
The power is revealed for us to feel
Faith is like a wave, always moving like a ripple
You don’t have to act or look like a saint
Just to make sure that you are sufficient of faith
It’s not a guarantee that your life will be perfect
What’s inside your heart is the main issue
Life is about finding the right path
So many directions, so many choices, so many disappointments
Things just don’t work right, it’s always wrong even it looks okay
Wine seems to know how recover your pain but it’s only for a night
You’ll feel frail in the next day
I feel like hollow inside
This heart is burning, it’s sad and upsetting
So I jump in my car and drive hundreds of miles away
To find silence, to find loneliness
I need to talk to my self and ease all the pain in my head
I know that there is always something better than tears
A power to face all fears
Prayers are not only a flood of words of regrets and complains
But it’s a tranquilizer to redeem our heart from hurting
Life is about the past we need to learn from
It’s about the present we need to manage
And about the future we need to arrange
Categories:
tranquilizer, faithheart, pain, heart, power,
Form:
Free verse
I am your oppressor
the stick upon your open wounds
the salt within the gaping flesh
a chaotic storm upon your soul
I am the one who swore
you'd never amount to anything
the rope that held you in place
a dagger plunged within your heart
I am the ultimate tranquilizer
that keeps you in a stupor
as a world of happiness flies by
the thorazine laced with blues
I am your past, present and future
the coffin that nestles pleasant dreams
and turns them to nightmares
an abyss of all your childhood fantasies
Remember me
I am Love
that taste of honey
you'll never know............
Categories:
tranquilizer, angst, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse