Bitter Pill Poems - Poems about Bitter Pill

The pains of those ailments that grab us at will Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave Though we feel our survival might be a close shave But we’d gladly...

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What's hiding in your hope chest? And what's your master plan? The daily grind to help you find A kind and loving man. The mirror just reminds you That the sands of time are cruel. The war you wage to hide your age Makes you feel just like a fool. All the narrow roads before you And in every strangers eyes. You look so deep...

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BITTER PILL TO SWALLOW: In this world of adversaries, Where sons of women wallows. Is full of bitter enemies, Classified as "bitter pill to swallow". They parade to dig out peace, By slandering with greed... So I'm stuck to vigilance, To withstand any bad instance, That comes to crumble my hope, And also to weaken my soul. It's all just for this one reason, That...

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Visual air fading Into night, Eyes becoming shunted with the bending of the light My sound becomes an echo, My soul becomes a mirror, Me becoming you, To nearer be. Not grasping, but releasing, Not gasping, almost breathing Forsaking all the world for your touch. I cannot make myself so small To disappear yet still exist, The finest line between...

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We know you must break the law to join them, So why are we pandering to them, Letting them rule too many streets, And even whole towns. Is it not way past time for push back? To grow some backbone, And say to them, If you sell our sons and daughters drugs, And they commit a crime you will get double the sentence...

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She forgot how it feels like to sleep; dreams only take her back to her past, which she tries to forget, repressing them with pot and sleeping pills. She has tried to forget her episodes with sex, but it only makes her more scared of her abuser, who is part of her family. He has always kissed her "goodnight" and read her story...

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Had to finally get rid of you, so took you for a ride, it was time to say good riddens, it was time to say good bye, decided to drive out to the bluff, and drop you off on the other side, you've been with me for too long now, will not hate to see you go, want to sing a new...

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Bitter Pill of Big Pharma Big pharma hype that they cure But they really don’t, profits are too dear. If they have alternate choices to pick A pill that cures or one keeping you chronically sick They choose the latter, more profits for all Especially for executives who get the biggest haul. This is why health care fails when profit driven Becomes not...

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No one can control who seizes their heart, Who makes it skip and beat so fast. No one can resist loves grasp like a fist, So hard to desist, mad mumblings that persist. LOVE is a bitter pill to take! No one can control who’s heart they seize, Who falls for your charms with such ease. No one can force to love...

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You made me into a pregnant pause, the scratch on the banister, beside a dim photo eaten by time and wear, I felt diminished but as the scarab turned the dung so did life revolve to remember the existence of the scratch I am now a canyon, never step too near the edge, for the groove is now fathoms deep, and I will swallow you up as if you never...

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Upon this dry ground I stand bitter tears from my eye’s in pool lie all around, From outside looking in; My heart in hand, broken pieces tumble to the land. Light all about but in darkness I wish to stand. Thought her more than a friend smiles belied her hidden charms, Made me feel like a king one...

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You can tear me apart with your words That line by line wound deeper still And yet you appear to not see the knife you use to slowly bleed my soul. No matter, for when in innocence I relay back to those I trust to see if my pains are misfelt or misunderstood, they''ll fuel. What I say to someone close when...

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The preacher's eyes looked so sad as we walked from the graveyard. They had just buried my mother who died at fifty one. The mourners were on their way picking pebbles from the ground, casting them into mother's grave, they too had tears in their eyes. He placed his hand over my shoulder as he spoke with those misty eyes: "Take it easy, son,...

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