Opium Poems

WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM

WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying

You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights 
mantras channelled centuries 
ago resin rosary threadbare
kitabs torn, curtains undrawn
biscuits

Online Opium

I was looking at my life online.
Sure, looks like I’m having a great time.
My world filled with smiling faces;
Look at all the wonderful places.
But listen to me folks, here’s the deal;
Only part of what you see is real.
Just like too much whisky, wine, or weed;
Online excess to dark places leads.
The online world by design deceives,
Confusing

Opium Moon

                 The stars welcome me with their mist.
Summery, divine, by a waltzing moon,
                 Lovingly, most appreciatively kissed.
In the shadows of night, is my

Where Is My Opium

A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.

A Trip To the Orient

by Wayne Wysocki

A poppy is pretty and bright
And its juice is so far out of sight
    That the smoke in a den
    Full of dirty old men
Makes all of them high as a kite.

Opium Oracle

ominous skies of gloom
orbit through my head
obsessive while oblivious
ornery dragons and 
offspring hovering
o’er lofty castles 
obtusely perched in
opulent misty glens
of opportunistic prophecy



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on October 30, 2018

Hope

Hope is not just a tranquilizer, 
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!

Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down, 
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!

Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them

Opium

Humans live lives governed
by opium smoking and addiction
difference is the type of opium

all grow opium
all trade opium
all love opium

Music is opium
for those who love dancing

Alcohol is opium
for those who love dizzy feelings

Love is opium
for those who love, love

Power is opium
for those who love manipulations

Religion is opium
for those who love heaven

The gun is opium
for those who

The Tale of the Opium Tears

Eyes that cry in anguish, 
Uncertain and alone. 
Seeking some solution 
And searching for a home. 

When we used to play as kids, 
In contentment’s warm embrace, 
Was the smile I saw each day 
But a mask upon your face?  

Haunting memories past, 
Trapped in voracious pain. 
A chance to fill an empty heart,

Opium and Opera

When the Opium wears off,
my bones begin to ache
at every passing breeze,
my muscles succumb to gravity’s will,
and my skin is a blanket of pain.

When the Opera finally ends,
the silence is
as deafening as a drowning violin,
as lonely as a lost feather
floating on wandering wind,
as painful as heartache and heartburn,
and as uncomfortable
as undersized undergarment,
woven of wool, and

Something Like Opium

she said the cold with out the snow 
is just stupid
and i always get down 
in the winter

i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his 
own god damn prisoner

some days are like tomorrow 
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all 
sometimes i just calm

Olympus Opium

tears fall from the eyes of a broken soul
lost without her mate of choice the shrunken soul

ask for the truth of the lie to be revealed.
From beyond, the Sufi whispers to the forsaken soul

 frantic like a child without bottle
she to the machine has become the token soul.

Asked if her pride could bear the truth

Like Opium

by Michaelw1two

inspired by the word works of Gabriela Markova


 like opium,
 desire climbing the door;
 entering in the keyhole,
 today done, and no tomorrow;
 the past, reliving those memories,
 misery firmly displaced by smiles;
 out of my mind, floods my truth,
 into this moment’s secret dreams;
 like opium,
 pleasuring apparitions soothe;
 pain, woe, and misery

As Opium Opined

AS OPIUM OPINED

On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as

Free Cee Opium Opines

OPIUM OPINES

On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the

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