Over The Counter Poems | Examples

THE GRAVE I DUG

Dearie, 

So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.

We met by misery,
All in that nusery

I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears. 

To be full, out the real 
I try you to feel. 

A space of no thought, 
And no fraught. 

A reality in my dream, 
You bring to my realm. 

Rejected and forlorn... I come to, 
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!. 

My angel keep playing, 
With hide and seek, you are slaying. 

Dearie, 
My thoughts are eerie. 

But you make me sane in insanity, 
I feel druggily yet so happily. 

As I go over the counter to survive, 
You counter there in deride. 

I find you in a home, 
Of all places to clone. 

Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love, 
Must we play in this grave? 

Sweetie.. we go a long way, 
Can you spare me a few? 

My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I... 

Can't leave be, 
Yet won't let me.

Animosity

Am I a person or just the keys?
Nothing more than convenience
is what it seems to be;
My patience vanishes with disrespect;
Order over the counter pills. Settle down! 
Seems like less than subtle noxious 
irritating because I still smell it;
Tousled words to try and hide the meaning
you didn’t straighten out so I split.

Safe Health

Over the counter (OTC) refers to a class of drug or item that can be acquired from a healthcare provider without a prescription. Painkillers, cough and cold medications, allergy medications, topical treatments for skin disorders, and other items are frequently sold in retail stores, pharmacies, and online.

World So Dope It Calls Ya Mine

Digest our words. Oh, syllable counter.
Pseudo feelings, sling bot ropes in the fein.
Hand over fist deals over the counter.
Silk Road, WebMD. RX: Screenshots/dopamine.

Doctor's Orders

feeling feverish and flush
please flush the toilet again

scribbled scribe prescriptions
over the counter i don't want 

to bend again so just send
me back to bed for the rest

of my life as long as my
remedy sleeps with me

How Odd

Partnering with death, poverty
Of hunger and homelessness
Seek the equality of all—Vowing 
Never to discriminate;

But their perpetrators
Continue to control the odds
Favoring a hued majority;

A hued majority remaining
A minority concern as their opioid
Conditions are not prescribed—
Just over the counter cash addictions;

So odd be the ways of mercy and equanimity
When it comes to the hued like you and me;
How odd.

The Pharmacy Question

She said at the pharmacy counter
My husbands Viagra needs renewed
She asked the man if they sold it there 
He told her that they certainly do

She asked if he had ever used it himself
He told her he had and was a big fan
She asked,"Can you get it over the counter?" 
 He said, "If I take a lot I probably can!"

Pills-Till Death Do You Part

It all started off innocent enough
To take a slight edge off the pain
Some days seem worse than others
So you take a few more I'm afraid

Before too long the battle is gone
You don't dare go back to the doctor
So you take to the streets to meet demanding needs
With no option of over the counter

As all addictions do they stop working for you
And eventually bite like an ungrateful dog
The only reason you know is your friends tell you so
In your shipwreck of a drug laden fog

You try and think back on the life you once had
Before you first swallowed this hell
But with a mind that's not clear to point you anywhere
Your past is too far back to tell

You pray for normalcy but never down on your knees
Afraid that you might get your wish
Not sure you could let go the only comfort you know
In this cruel world of hit and miss

Still if you could go back you'd jump at the chance
To not have given your soul away
In the form of a pill that doesn't care what it steals
Leaving behind death in its wake


Today's pill epidemic is horrifying.

Unsang Song

Unsang song

To the body that buried crying souls turbulence is emotional
Womb for a wormhole life is optional,
One night  stand for  stars die quicker than supernovae and wrapped in
Mummifying sheets .thighs for dear dairy to hold record of men who came for visit.
The same thighs measure a how deep is the cut to the fetus should be.
No tiny hands or feet for lullaby songs.
back door clinics welcome unwanted life for the cost of living give life no meaning.
                                                     
pillow talks to seek a place under the skin where lust resides,
for what reason should a latex determine the fate of responsibility?
rough talks heat of pleasure where demons dance for the sad tune of reality.

palms rough like surfaces of hard rocks,
tin men walking around with empty chests,
when prides are sold over the counter for a one night stand.

Friday afternoons are used for slaughter,
on the fourth termination, count increases every fortnight,
body heavy with smell of death around the waist like a waste site. 
who smells the coffee  when waters keep breaking for pleasure?

by:TSHEDISO SEROKI

Itches On a Struggling World

The government and its people stay on antagonistic sides
but what stimulates the rulers’ infidelity to patriotism
can easily be bought by any, over the counter.
They are desperately in need 
of sailors to guide through the storm
yet for some reasons, 
nurture a belief of so called anointed but empty vessels.

Structural human developments
siphoned by leadership’s exhaust pipes,
desecrating humanity’s sanctuary 
for corruption to sell in wholesale.
The public treasury flows down 
non-stop even bypassing its bladder,
as materialism and the quest for good life
break all of conscience’s administrative protocols.

Survival instincts undergo inflation
for civilization to suffer a recession
to this end, unity’s objections are overruled
by Nepotism and favouritism.
Social growth is blocked 
and always in need of foreign catheter.
A direct current links poverty to the mindset and way of life,
giving a clear evidence of an economy
in desperate need of reconstructive surgery.

Anti-Creation

Cursing and cutting bleeding and boiling
Undressed and undone...like a microscopic maggot now scorched in  the sun
Strung out and strung up
Feasts of flesh...decomposing...devolved...deterioration
Anti-creation

Over the limit and over the line over the counter...my drug is to die
Gold unto giants and silver to swine
Drunk on divine...water to wine...dead end drives that lead to destruction
Evil eyes crying...soon dry...evaporation
Anti-creation

Saints get slaughtered when lambs turn into lions
Cold cash currency...now nobodies buying
Frozen in fires...fiends now frying
From the lost and the living to the dead and the dying
From fears to frustration...anger to annihilation
Anti-creation

Sewer mouth scapegoats are buried and burned by propaganda puppets
Red moon riders ride shooting stars
From the nuclear blaze a bad beast is born
Scarlet is sin...savage is scorn
Ripped and torn
Ravaged and tangled
Mangled by mutants...minions set to start a mass mutilation
Anti-creation

Watching Tornado Warnings In Oklahoma

will it pass this way again?

 nobody knows because the community 
library
 has to many paperbacks and the clouds 
to many sins.

 will twain swirl in the rain?
will steinbeck hit the deck?


  will it pass?

 will a folk singer from the north play the 
harmonica 
   piss into a gutter and give some simple 
remedy?

    Now there is baptist marmalade in the 
sun.

 Now there is rye bread in the oven,
   but in a cafe on main street
 there is still.....

  black coffee.
     white porcelain cups.
          thick calloused fingers.
   
  all the regulars gathered there just like 
every other day.

 an old tv flickers over the counter just off 
to the left of a
 warped mirror that has  labor union and 
mason stickers
 from the early 90s on it.

Thank You, Catie

Ah Catie,
Know I know somebody cares
I shall not sleep
Unless I am well prepared
To suckle at your lips
Some vast truth
Of what you expect from honeyless root.
You are the best friend yet
And I regret
I did not excite the eroticism of your breast
Am I gone impotent so early
Is my libido
Only to be bought over the counter now?
Words, Miss Lindsay
Need more than medication
Viagra
Is only half my hidden frustration
I confess I write for your glory
Best
When I am erasing the story
And ejaculating rage
In the sightless eye of the page

Nameless Drug

Like a star in Hollywood

I never thought I would

watch you like a TV screen

yet it makes me wanna scream.

So close, yet so far.

Makes me wanna raise the volume bar

only to get drunk as if I sat at a bar.

No, not just temporarily drunk

but addicted to you like a pill.

I would swallow you with passion.

Slowly, but precisely timed like a slam dunk.

One pill a day is what the prescription says

but you're too good I must say.

My diagnostic says I took an overdose

but I thought I was just getting started.

Who knew one pill could get me so high.

I think I almost touched the sky.

I am living on cloud 9

with no worries of what tomorrow holds.

It's sad that you're not over-the-counter

because ever since our encounter

I've seen you as my medicine,

making me happy and bold.

It's unfortunate however,

that like a star in Hollywood

I can only watch you on a TV screen

and hope one day I can make you mine.

But until then,

one pill at a time it is.

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