Best Withdrawal Poems
How different this place
this sanctuary feels, here
inside one’s head. Where
insidious illusions fondle
a subvert mind, and obscenities
resonate within the confusion,
when fidgety creatures, assume
guardianship of my preternatural
situation, scurry around my space,
creating lattice of fabrication
across the quaking ceiling.
My imagination becoming
their fodder, my perception
their power, my tenacity
their strength, before spinneret
interweaves segregation of my
day and night.
Bollocks! To the physician of eastern
promise, he that controls this
nightmare, drip feeding diurnal
poison to this empathy
lost within an advocated paradox!
“Yet surely I have no need of
hatred, now I am confined within a
fragment of one’s dream.”
A genus of warmth; yet a confused
state of perplexity that knows
no boundaries, where bloodstain
walls survey me, incessant shadows
dance in gutless sunlight, and
radical rays anoint me with
“Hope and religion.”
I call out to Rock’n’roll!
Sammy Turner gives me
an impetuous rendering of
“Lavender Blue.”
Then I see an old man struggling
with his own situation. Touched
I call out.
“Are you ‘Jesus Christ?”
He scans my inquiring mind.
He senses I’m an imposter,
he raises one finger
affords me two words!
Both of one demystified syllable!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Wide awake in bed
Feeling so afraid
For I'm at the brink
Of getting another drink
Drowning in the deep
Oh, I cannot sleep
For I'm at the brink
Of getting another drink
Depressed and downcast
How long would this last?
For I'm at the brink
Of getting another drink
RIGHT NOW
IF ONLY
I COULD TOUCH YOUR FACE
TRACE IT WITH MY FINGERTIPS
FEEL YOUR HEART BEATING
SO CLOSE
IN SYNCHRONICITY
YOUR BREATH UPON MY NECK
HANDS
EVERYWHERE
THE THOUGHT BRINGS TEARS
YOU ARE SO FAR
IN DISTANCE
BUT YOU ARE HERE
BESIDE ME
ALWAYS.
2000
Cool withdrawal from love
Do not think that I love you less
Than when at your mercy I lay
But to forestall the sad distress
Of forlorn love, I keep away.
Pipe dreaming for everything
Which I have known to be your traits
Your image to my fancy bring
And makes my age-old wounds to spate
But I do swear, and never must,
Your self-dispelled man, trouble you
In case I break, you may distrust
The oath I took to love you, too.
I have withdrawn myself from love
To make both of us safe, my dove.
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September 25, 2014
Form: Sonnet (tetrameter)
Dr.Ram Mehta
Eighth Place Win
Contest: Structured Verse by Giorgio V.
I'm a little paranoid
Just like an Android
That's about to get hit by an astroid
I woke up dead
There's a snake in my bed
Beads of sweat dripping off my forehead
Time stands still When you feelin ill
I think I'll take one more pill
Crush it up and try not to spill
Keepin it real you know the deal
I knocked on my friends door
He said nope no more
I passed out and hit the floor
I'm shocked and Disturbed
It was the Craziest thing I ever heard
I ordered some drugs online
They arrived right on time
I couldn't believe they were all mine
I Locked myself in the bathroom
Around noon and then boom
I hear a knock It's the cops
My heart stops
I'm looking at 15 years tops
We'll
hate it
if they do-
hate it if they
don't
What is love, just chemicals in the brain.
And when love ends, it can be a pain.
It’s like a drug, withdrawal to go through.
And there’s nothing that anyone can do.
There is the good and there is bad.
And regardless of both, it’s still sad.
The good is knowing that the pain,
With some time, will certainly wane.
The bad is that it’s certainly true,
Until that time there’s nothing to do.
It’s true withdrawal, just like from morphine
Altering the very brain’s machine.
It’s a real effect, can’t be denied.
Take it from me, many have tried.
And unlike some learning, with time you get better
With love withdrawal, you follow the letter.
Nothing to do but suffer the time.
Cause nothing you do will make it sublime.
Plus food has no interest, no desire to feast
It’s the heart break diet, 15 pounds at least.
And then there’s sleep. What’s that you say?
You sit in bed till the break of day.
So that’s the message and everyone knows,
When your heart is broken, that’s the way it goes.
Only solitude and pain,
Can blend into such beautiful damage.
Poetry,
A stage,
A crowd.
I was my own creator and destroyer.
I opened deep parts of myself,
For strangers in dim light.
The applause silenced the sound of the ever_forming cracks in my heart,
The silence allowed my sorrow to have a voice.
The mic painted the pictures loudly,
Three rounds on stage,
Three circles to run around my head.
But I can write,
About the beautiful girl backstage,
Who used her smile as a shield from sympathy.
A warm heart,
Facing an avalanche.
A rose,
Torn apart by her own thorns.
Beautiful voice,
Ugly echoes.
She was beautiful,
She still is.
Or the guy beside me.
Master of language,
Slave to pain.
Or the other guy.
Loud eyes,
Silent voice.
Short poem,
Long story.
It was just yesterday,
But tomorrow drags it further away from today and it makes me sad.
I hope I never get used to the feeling.
I got used to depression,
Now am too weak to die.
If I get used to happiness,
I might be too weak to smile.
It's poetry,
It's drugs,
Am having,
A freaking hangover.
Elliepoet
Arnold Palmer was knock-kneed
when he addressed the ball
President Clinton smoked weed
yet said he never inhaled at all
Tiger Woods fell in love with a Swede
though their marriage did sputter and fall
President Biden's been known to mislead
folks ~ He's still 'that senator' with a drawl
I need a withdrawal;
From the Heart of God;
That's the only bank I need y'all;
Just non-monetary, just unconditional love, always;
I need a withdrawal;
From the Heart Bank of God:
2/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
I write you, my handsome one.
I can't kiss your lips.
I can't send you a telegram.
I can't call out your name.
But I can write you...again...
again and again..
until your fire leaves my blood.
Until I dance happily without you
burning my brain.
Trembling hand,
spirit on fire.
I want to run away.
I want to run in your arms.
I can't get rid of this lump in my throat.
The memory of you is strong
and like a stain on my soul.
Cook it up...your love ....
and shoot it into my vein...
grant me that heaven in my head.
I sweat and ache. I need a fix.
Hit me...come on...
do it...do it fast.
I know you miss me,
no matter how much you deny me.
I know that you cry inside for me,
and you're torn
in your little compartmental heart.
Please...hold me.
You don't have to be my one and only.
You don't have to settle....
but just hold me
one last night...
Love soaked water kitchen porter barter with the gentle lentil casserole carpenter cloth froth poshy pudding pie on the table maple staple leaves to the kitchen table nails snails sitting in the garden nitting little hats flats bathroom mats in a row snow flowing water wash waste not blood clot plot slot machine cash withdrawal symptoms
night time feelings resonate me off the wooden flooring bath bubbles colour flies sink into the morning tiredness hold me sold me told me fold me gold laced poison placed me faced me knees muddy sink submerge
During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping
his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -
into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,
tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta luck, and, suddenly drained,
to sync with the rain
BOOK WITHDRAWAL
Mildew wafting from a single page,
in a cardboard box filled with library books.
I decide which ones to stage,
seek crannies and nooks,
but first I find the stinker and dispel dirty looks.
7/25/2017
Quintain (English)
I look in the mirror objectively
It haunts
Haunts the soul and respects NOT my dignity
It comes close
But it drives me further away
In vino veritas, they say the truth can drive you sane.
Maybe just
Maybe
We are not alone when we look in the mirror
Our shadows split infinitely, multiplied horror of
Past
Withdrawal kind of fits neatly into my plan
It kills
Kills the need for any attention and respects my dignity
It is far away
But it is getting closer
Requiescate in pace.