methamphetamine
my cousin got hooked on it
needed morphine patch
his body ruined
excruciating back pain
deceased at fifty
I live in a "Methed" up world.
Where the air is thick with smoke,
And the streets are filled with broken dreams.
The smell of chemicals lingers,
As people chase their next high.
Neighbors turn into strangers,
As they disappear into their own highs.
Children grow up too fast,
With parents who are lost in their addiction.
They learn to fend for themselves,
In a world that's full of friction.
Crime rates soar,
As desperation takes over.
Families torn apart,
By this powerful drug that they can't recover.
Homes become labs,
And dealers rule the streets.
Innocent lives are taken,
By this destructive beast.
The government turns a blind eye,
As the epidemic spreads.
Leaving behind a trail of destruction,
And shattered lives in its stead.
I long for a world without "meth",
Where families can heal and thrive.
But until then, I'll continue to live,
In this "methed" up world, barely surviving.
And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage
meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged
Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed
Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow
Comes back for encore, to be mocked, and broken
Having found mere hate, vaunting the unspoken
A shadowless ghoul behind faint shrills of woe
Sans a candle, roams hell’s abattoirs below
A dedication of respect on the
nihilistic tragedy of Macbeth
# # #
Bastardised here indeed
but more so each day by
a bard who flunked all meaning in life
# # #
Yet has somehow found faith
in putrid flesh eating flowers
# #
No doubt whilst searching for a niche
on the last syllable of soybean @urd
By
David Kavanagh
Meth addiction, a dangerous affliction,
It can ruin lives with its painful friction,
A powerful drug that can take control,
Leaving you with an empty soul.
The first high can feel like pure bliss,
But soon you'll be trapped in a deadly abyss,
Your health, your sanity, and your life,
All sacrificed to this vicious strife.
Your teeth will rot, your skin will age,
Your mind will twist with each passing stage,
Meth addiction, a dark and deadly game,
One that only leads to pain and shame.
So if you're tempted by its fleeting high,
Remember the cost before you try,
Meth addiction is a path to destruction,
One that no one should face without instruction.
The needle was my destiny
yet I choose to be free,
crystals dance inside my dreams
but I choose life
no more flames licking at a glass bowl,
no more chasing fantasies
my faith changed me;
to be a faithful wife
and loving mother,
no longer a lowly drug addict
laying on the bathroom floor,
with blood dripping from my arm
angels know my name
and Jesus sings me to sleep,
forever found
and lost to the game,
my friends don't recognize me
they're stuck in a haze
a cloud so thick
you can see it for days,
drugs made me steal
but love made me heal;
I'm finally living the dream.
The Train
Its shine consumes you
So just don’t look
Its taste tantalizes your senses
Its power makes you a crook
You can smoke it in a pipe
You can put in your arm
You’ve now have told yourself
That it never does you harm
Your thoughts are altered
Your soul is scorned
But your high you do not falter
Your spirit never born
You lose your money, you lose your kids
The sad thing is
You really don’t care if you did
There’s never enough
You always want more
So heed my warning
The will make you a whore
Walk away now
So you can dance
Cause death by meth is your only other chance
So, if you ride the meth train you better ride it well
Cause the meth devil I know
Takes you straight to hell.
Some days it gets to me
Requests for prayer, currency
One can try quiet neutrality
But stories are hard, dependency
Here: crystal, Meth, Tik, or glass-y
U pray today, they call U "kuk" next day
It's the drug, makes voice big, manly
Others lost money, all, personality
Others want me to save their jobs
It's hard to bring them to Kerk, "slobs"
Believe they need shoes, good clothes
So I meet them anywhere, on the roads
I pick up heartbreaks, needs, dreams
Pushed my wife once, awoke for screams
NOTE: this poem was frozen on my cell for a long time. I kept sliding down the page for the POST button. I got lucky, but lost 3 poems between last night & today. My LORD knows what needs to be shared, so I'm trying to remain positive and in shalom. Shalom of Jesus the CHRIST!
lets be friends ,you and me
together we can try to be free
ill tell you one and many lies
till you believe in my disquise
ill be your friend and own your mind
till all you do is try to find
search for me ,yes you will
i can give you the ultimate thrill
the tricks i play in this game
will render you never the same
ill steal your soul,to never return
take you to hell and watch you burn
i will command your thoughts and drive you insane
watching you as i steal your brain
you came to me for some cheap high
now your mother starts to cry.
your friends are gone,some are dead
your family is broken,is enough said?
you will try to escape me
but i will never let you be free
others have tried to run from me
but they cant escape my tyranny
we are now friends, you and me
as we lay together cant you see
as you die ,ill be there
pretending that i give a care
you friended me ,remember that
many nicknames i go by
whatever you call me is up to you
i own you now ,own your soul
i am ice ,i am rock,
i am crystal meth
i am evil and cause death,
do not try and be my friend
stay away till your end
Meth Addiction
Sneaks in like a stealthy and silent thief
Hiding in the cover of darkness
Unrolls its evil desire
To take all of you and leave no remnants
Cells dying, body destroyed
Force of destruction
Like a tornado wind that blows
Through all that love you
in your path
Always on the brink
Of that ever so narrow edge
The tears of an ocean fall like rain
From mother’s broken hearts
Endless torture
Of past regrets
Wishes upon dandelions and daisies
And Stars
Rainbows with their pots of gold
Prayers to the One on High
Seemingly deafened ears, but maybe not…
Elephant in the room
Always there
Night-time terror
But sometimes hope!
Time is ticking
Time goes on
Day after day
Week after week
Angels surround
Beckoning from mother’s prayers
Hope, hope and more hope!!
The clock is running out
Grace Daub 5/4/2020
Merry Go Round
Round and round
It spins
Will someone please let me off
It changes you
Into someone else
How could you not recognize
The devil in that glass stem?
He is preying on you
He relys on you
He will make you lie, cheat, and steal, act crazy, even lose your friends
Leave that mfer be
Let it run its course
Satan doesn't wanna
Let you go
The addiction holds you
It's all you know
Only when the peace of Jesus
Comes will you even know
Just how to let it go
The more you try
The more it grabs hold
All I know is it's getting old
As I sit here and silently wait, I can only think this isn't love, it must be hate.
I've been lost in your tantalizing charms,
and all I want to do is feel you in my arm.
When I close my eyes, nightmares only terrorize.
I wake in cold sweats, violent shakes, and with a heart that only knows how to break.
Best of friends we used to be, back when I was young, happy, and free.
Now it seems you only enjoy to hunt, taunt, and terrorize me.
I longed for you every moment,
I begged for you on bended knee.
I crave for you all the time.
God, please give me the strength to break free.
I'm sure there was a time before you and me.
Those days have been wiped from my memory.
I've heard people say there's no way to break free, that you'll eventually be the death of me.
I put my foot down here and now.
You will not hold my hand down into the ground.
You will not be the spade they use to dig my hole, or the dirt they cover me with when I'm done and cold.
I will live longer than just 33.
Meth, you will not be the death of me.
What does meth smell like?
Imagine a cat urinating on your clothes
Six thousand, three hundred and sixty-two times.
Take this smell, amplify it be ten.
How do you know?
Because I used to teach school
In a county that had the reputation of
Being the “meth capital of the Midwest”.
When a child who lived in this awful smell
Brought in her backpack, we called in the police.
They would go to the house and arrest the
Parents who could no longer smell it.
The kids were usually taken away for a day
Or two, but then everything went back to their
Normal, so we started buying the children new
Backpacks and washing their clothes in our houses.
Where have all the real men gone
Those bronzed statues of history past
Farrowed, weathered faces of
Strong character an morals
Big helping, protecting hands
Gentle on the child
Feathery on the lady, mild
Where have all the real men gone
None left to teach what’s
Best to future progeny
Left to be corrupted,
By ****, scorn an meth
Where have all the real men gone.
Those old mates of kinship an friends
Fighters of fair an go
Ready to jump to help those in need.
Defenders of under an dog
Where have all the real men gone
Just skeletons now
Even half, men that were
Mouths of talk an nothing more
Except to condemn the under an dog
Kick them in their lodge
Where have all the real men gone
Sadly, nevermore
Authors note
This poem has been censored
I was an artistic genius, don't you see?
I created a brilliant recipe.
I will be remembered beyond death,
for inventing Kidster meth.
I throw in lye and kerosene,
and some pseudoephedrine,
and to make you feel more euphoric,
I mix in some acid, hydrochloric.
It may be toxic and corrosive,
and potentially explosive,
but Kidster meth was the best meth in town,
until the DEA shut me down.
I wouldn't call it a transgression,
Kidster meth would clear up all depression.
Do a lot of it and you would never doze off,
but you would most likely chew some of your toes off,
Yes, Kidster meth was the best meth in town.
Actually, I've never done meth, I'm just Kidding around.
When we retired we were so inspired:
To live free and rest from our labors.
This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,
But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.
Jay the old peeper can snoop through the creeper
And tell if the ladies are bathing.
At times he's been caught and the women have taught
him new curse words in language quite scathing.
Denny got back from the hoosegow and that
is the end of his meth lab's production.
He'll have to report to the man from the court
with his pee to avoid re-induction.
Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum
Though we tell her it's not necessary.
In England alone she's seventeen stone
And her armpits are ever so hairy.
A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle
(You never know when she'll attack you)
keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean
And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.
There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known
And we're so glad to know they reside here,
But an odd PhD and a master's degree
Can't compete with the felons that bide here.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.