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Medicates Poems - Poems about Medicates


All Are Free To Write Poetry Part 2
...There is no hard and fast rule That all must accept a poem A poem is mind's expression Made by heart through words A cuckoo is a great singer Its voice itself is fine poetry Which school taug......

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Categories: medicates, poetry, poets,
Form: Blank verse
Heavy Medal Addiction
... Uncle soldier Sammie is too flashback far Saigon The bad memory withdrawals are too ganja gun smoke strong So he pumps up the blame volume, saying who’s dirty napalm wrong He’s......

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Categories: medicates, allegory, history, leadership, war,
Form: Epic



Departure
...Seperate hemispheres gone dutch Right hand, left brain Get another rush Left hand, right brain Get another buzz Often it's a medicine Keeping your eyes open Or Acting as a sedative Fluids f......

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Categories: medicates, depression, drink, drug,
Form: Free verse
Listen To An Addict
...On the hunt, for her next bump. Yes she already knew. Its all wrong but the feeling is more than she can describe to you. Her emotions are up and down at all times. She's higher than the clou......

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Categories: medicates, abuse, anxiety, depression, drug,
Form: Rhyme
2009 Apology To Us Amerindians
...Layli Long Soldier speaks ... Legalese: with lots of "Whereas" Her Lakota people make other news in praying - She really believes in prayer as resistance Yes, "Indians" are so very different ......

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Categories: medicates, america, history, immigration, international,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Fat Girl Cries
...fat girl cries big fat tears splash crash down her chubby cheeks down her pillar like neck which was once much like a swan now gone fat girl sighs big fat sigh... a heart groan of a sigh......

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Categories: medicates, anger, beauty, change, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Freedom
...Black and white blur to grey in this haze of non-existence… this steady humming life flows smoothly down my throat, medicates my need for greatness, numbing my ambition to a dull acceptance. Yest......

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Categories: medicates, introspection, on work and
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things