Opiate Poems - Poems about Opiate

... hold still … eventide - I am a capricious cad among wraiths waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder into the braids of my maudli......Read the rest...

...In the shadows, there’s a certain clarity, A taste of downcast darkness, A truthful distillation. In the shadows, there’s a granularity, A note of deep resignation, A smokey reverie. In......Read the rest...

...You rain upon my senses. Your ruby-dark triangle an opiate of drenched blooms. Lost now in a blood-warm memory, saturated by your ghost. I turn my sightless face to a blank wall.......Read the rest...

...Echo world behind the glass, I make the same faces I did at twelve. The grinning Cheshire Cat with teeth like piano keys, mendacious and coy because viewing my portrait with sobriety forces me......Read the rest...

...I count the ceiling tiles once more Hear the footsteps in the floor Can feel the drip inside my arm The liquid magic gives me calm Pupils dilate as heart pumps blood Round my body to cause a f......Read the rest...

...I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be. I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate, to predict this in living color. Absent from its language database is the driving ......Read the rest...

...Poppy by Michael R. Burch “It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming” It is lonely to be born between the intimate ears of corn . . . the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows......Read the rest...

...Prisoner mortally confined, plotting your escape like Papillon, conceiving freedom like a zoo animal. Then dreaming on, you meet a flying child in all your mirrors. Nearly weightless, pulled in......Read the rest...

...Faint flame emergent from neurotransmitters. The brain, a torch arranging patterns of awareness, patterns of recall, encounters, adventures, and ordeals. Covert consciousness realized in coma pati......Read the rest...

...Far you have come and magnified and shown that love is the opiate of the soul, and much I have loved and much you have grown in the anthology of years eightfold. Be not a hero nor fool in......Read the rest...

...Silky curtains gleam in sunlight Gone the night! Then, clear blue summer sky Make winter memories fly. Glowing reflections of stained glass, Crystal pieces of rainbow pass. All move, change and......Read the rest...

...I can’t tell you how it all started, That night when manic moon Probed and punctured the pall. I awoke hurtling through space, Somewhere between ideation and shellshock, Somewhere between verti......Read the rest...

...You return in sequences; peripheral memories nod like wire-sprung dipping birds. Your ruby-dark triangle the V of your asking, an opiate of drenched blooms. I am reprising scenes cut from ......Read the rest...

...sigh … a lifetime ago I breathed here, vital - dangled my topsiders over these pier stones and pilings tempting the dark leviathans that swam beneath the bloated August moon, reflected … ki......Read the rest...

...I use make-believe overwriting memory to bring me some peace The fiction I’ve weaved you’re at the store - you wouldn’t leave is a fool’s relief So I take mine neat sweet opiate of self-de......Read the rest...