Choke Down Poems | Examples

home-made meal

You can eat me alive from the inside out:
rip my skin away and chop my bones.

I'll let you choke down my flesh and
slit my tummy.

Just hang me upside down
and let my blood drain.

Maybe you'd make dinner,
put my little body in a pot

and serve it to them steaming:
in those china plates from TV.

but mummy: I'd make a pig sick.

Swallow

I swallow hard the bitter tastes of your lips
I choke down your shards of hard lies, 
External stains
I wonder why I let you into my heart

There is a wall you build with…
Thick ramparts and razor wire
You crush my dreams n schemes

My life’s desires
I swallow my pride 
My life

I choke on the ashes and soot
I languish in this selfish hell
I conspire against the cosmic forces that be

I want to drown in the deepest well
I swallow hard the bitter visions of your eyes
I stand in the spotlight for all to see

A broken human of greatness humility
I choke down your shards of hardest fiction, 
Eternity stains me, 

Feeling it drain away leaving only 
Skeletal remains…
I wonder why I let you into my world, 

My realms you destroyed my reality. 

I sink to the ground
Knowing the coming deluge wanting to drown
I choke on your shards of hard lies, 

I am an eternal stain 
I lie awake dream 
Nightmares insane

Risus, Curare, Doloris

Risus. Curate. Doloris.

Laughter. Heals. Pain.

Risus Curare Doloris!

Queen of Sorrows!

You cure my pain!

When I am  mere mortal without a name.

You have me hope,

Yet you give me know name?

So I choke down the laughter 

To take away the pain!

I laugh at my own insecurities 

Without nothing to gain.

Such a Sweet Angel Lady

To feel such pain!

To laugh at my impurities 

Locked within my brain.

I’ve questioned my sanity,

Yet you hug me readily,

As if my only purpose was to love...

I’ve come from nothing, asking nothing,

For I am am just another insecure, insignificant, bug!

But such a dear heart, beautiful Queen heart of sorrows!

You are still able to laugh!

Through such incomprehensible sorrows!

If one could only ask to borrow, such strength, dignity and 

Sweet grace, to make it unto tomorrow.

Laughter heals us through the pain, 

It make one heartless want to feel love again!

With just enough love to laugh at our Sweet and innocent 

Sorrows!

With just enough love, to feel at peace,

So I can put on a brave Smile and face Tomorrow!!!

I Will Not Name the Restaurant

I will not name the restaurant,
Because it might have been a fluke
But after I ate their offering,
I came home and did a puke.

I pictured the cook, her hair askew,
Letting little drops of it land in the stew.
As she spewed forth a wretched pile
Of words known only to a wicked few.

I pictured her apron messed up with glob.
As she warmed up this smelly slop.
I pictured fish all over the grill in haste,
Which gave my chicken a fishy taste.

I met my friend there, both had the same fate.
I pictured the kitchen laughing at us with vim and spice,
As we tried to choke down the stuff on our plate.
I will not name the restaurant, for it would not be nice.

Here is my friend’s phone number. She is not as kind as I.
Tell her who you are with your usual grace.
She is home sick, mad as a hot fly.
I am sure she will tell you the name of the place.

Cursed

Are the deep thinkers and people that have deep emotions cursed in this world?
All the websites and electrical devices in place to separate and divide us…
The deepness is lost like a drop in an endless sea of communication that does not really communicate?
Like the perfect cloud on a hot summer day…
Here today and gone tomorrow…
Can we choke down the deep emotions enough times that all we feel is apathy?
How long can we seek for that deep connection before it is lost forever?
Or was it just a wonderful dream of a deep connection with our soul mate that was so wonderful it brought us to tears at waking?
Forever lost in the deepness….

Little Pills

We are all too eager to place the little pills on our shaking tongues. 
Academic idiots force their good intentions, as they lay in bed with corrupt chemical pushers. 
Our TVs are inundated with ads for the latest, greatest snake oils that promise our meaningless little lives a few moments of relief. Side effects may include losing your soul. 
When did we all become so sick? When did not paying attention in school become a disease? 
Take the blue ones to calm you. Take the white ones to kill your pain. Take the orange ones to wake you up, and focus your aim. Take the pink ones to feel great. Take the green ones even though they're fake. And as we choke down our placebos, washing them down with false hopes of healthier lives, in the end, everyone still dies...

If Only I Were a Flower

Torn from your life 
Like a weed from a garden, 
Not caring of my feelings 
Or even asking my pardon. 

Mindlessly dislodged 
And left to wither and die, 
Not even given the chance 
To tell you goodbye. 

My love no longer worthy, 
My caring no longer wanted, 
And the pain that I feel 
I will forever be haunted. 

But I hold tight to my resolve 
And hold my head high 
As I choke down the tears 
And refuse now to cry. 

I know in my heart 
Even after I’m gone, 
My love for you still 
Forever lives on. 

It lives in the soil 
Where my roots still remain, 
Tattered and torn 
But alive just the same. 

So like a weed in a garden 
It will grow once again, 
In the same exact spot 
Where once I had been. 

It will grow strong and proud 
Replenished and new, 
With kindness and caring 
To give only to you. 

To watch over and protect you 
And give you its love, 
As I painfully watch you 
From the heavens above. 

If only I were a flower 
Succulent and ornate, 
Maybe I would not have had 
To suffer this fate.

Promises

You said you'd be here, you said you'd stay,
But you went to heaven, and you went away.
You broke the promise you swore you'd keep,
That we'd die together in forevers sleep.

You didn't even say goodbye as you left me here.
I'm failing to choke down all these tears.
My face becomes moist, my sight turns to mist.
With my frown turned lips, i give you a kiss.

I try to look away as they lower your casket.
I'll try to survive, but I don't think i can las it.
I throw your favorite flowers into your grave.
Watching people throw dirt, over you they pave.

I feel no solace, I'm all alone.
As I see your name set in stone.
I feel a breeze, it's a wind so cold.
I remember the final words you had told..

You said to me, "Don't take your life."
I asked you, "Why?", as I put down the knife.
You told me you loved me, as its your final wish.
I shook my head yes, though I feel no bliss.

So even though I still don't inderstand why your gone,
Why god took you away from me, but i will live on.
I hear your comforting whispers, I think its a sign.
So I know I'll see you agian when its my time.

Simply Too

Choke down another cigarette
Just like the taste of your lips
Break down another bottle
Just to make you disappear

Shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what used to be a future kept in the past

Change the channel
Blink passed the picture
Desolate soul, anguished heart
So, let's tease a little more

Shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what used to be a future kept in the past

So much time wasted
So much love hated
So many lies displayed for truth
So sorry, so sorry

But shadows and imprints are all that remain
Of what you said was a future you kept in the past

Desire

A word so confused so wicked yet benign 
With so many different meanings from pure love to crime 
Brimming to the top with godliness so divine 
Yet tearing up a body with one's nails just to dine 

Aggression and fear, and hatred so fine 
Ruthless and mad, oh a frenzy so blind 
Pushing us to our roots, our instincts lost in time 
Reliving the feelings of our ancestors in their prime 

I smile at myself, me "one of a kind" 
For I felt that control was my forte, my find 
Never worried, cause I knew when my heart was crying 
I could put up a facade misting out I was lying 

Feeling pompous and proud of the grip on my mind 
I suppressed the real desires for a life so sublime 
Always crushing my wants like wheat in the grind 
Showing a face to the world so distant from mine 

But as I age, my eyes losing all their shine 
No tears to be shed as the veins are drying 
I choke down on my sobs, and think as I am dying 
That I grounded myself when I could have been flying

Change of Faith

Follow teh riretrucks down teh road.
Three miles is as far as you'll 
Have to go.
Nearly 100 volunteers at the 
Sene of the violent firestorm.
20 acrs and and 22 thougsand gallons
Of water used.

The heartbreak of that day
Tasted more bitter than ever known.
The slowly falling of the house,
Made me choke down the rock,
In my throat as I swallowed.
The unbelievable sight sounded as if
Two cars had colladid at a high rate of speed.

The devastation came,
But has yet to leave.
Clean up had to come,
And brought the harsh burnt smell.
So overwhelming,
Would have made your stomach turn,
As would rotten food.

We dug and searched,
To find what maybe left.
The full remains,
Were only of a few items.
Two plates, coins, destroyed jewelry,
and an elephant,
Was all that was found.

Previously Rethunk

dont remember where i started
what i was trying to say to myself
something to learn, that i had learned
so could push on
spiral out
taking the time to look back
on my own tragic kingdom of thoughts
how do i fix this previous metaphor
add to the poem 
a theme of advice for myself
a note left behind for me to find to myself

rethink it
rework it
a list of the best advice i would give myself
familiar patterns sewn
the weeds grow so i can see where im stuck
it might take time for perfection
but one by one i should rethink them
think of it once more
and leave the unthunk a place to uncover
rethinking what i was thinking
the emotional support to walk without my crutches
to choke down the irony of life's bittersweet insanity
learn to walk on my own again without liquid courage
or a toxicant making me hallucinate
hindsight 2020 getting the best of me
the hunter a sitting duck

You'Ve Been Warned

Holy Crap
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it

Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week

You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning 




Little Pun For The New Me

Happy New Year's All

Also Entry For Carol Brown's 
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL

Cut and Bleed

Rippling water

Smooths my tears

Silk and thread

Ribbons and lace

Sooths my deepest fears

The darkness swallow's the sun deep

And my heart nearly burst from all the secrets I keep

The silver lining I hold to my flesh and slash

Leaving a huge gash

Scarlet blood seeps through my veins

Hoping to eventually bleed out all of my pain

My thoughts consume me

Torn open and stitched back together as best as I know how to be

What's better then saying goodbye 

As I choke down my heart and cry?

Coming back just to leave me again

A battle with depression ill just never win

Go on....say it...say it again

Leave me

I'll fend for myself

I'll slowly let go of my health

Promises are like roses

Keep them alive and strong

Only to slowly die

So I've got trust issues

And you all wonder why?

All the times I've fallen to the ground

My face in my hands and no one there

Maybe I was scared

Out of fear for what I could do to my own worst enemy

And still you left me alone with me

I watch myself

................Cut and bleed

Let it bleed, let me fall away

Addiction

More, more give me More!
Out the door
fly to cop ...
pop
and drink it down,
down into More.
Gotta score smoke
to choke down
a fix at six
with a martini.
What a weanie!
Heroin is a quicker
fixer More.
An upper,
a downer
than crown her
epitaph with 
More!! More!!
More shopping,
lets go shopping
dropping lots of credit card
debt regret to crave.
Then, try sex speeding
through More with
a travel trailer trawler
make me holler!
Strung out on coffee,
maybe toffee ...
maybe War More.
Gotta go ...
addicted to Poe
addicted to writing to you.
Trauma addiction,
drama addict, food ...
Yeah, lets eat
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