Pill Poems - Poems about Pill

there once was an old man named Bill who liked to brag about his stamina to women for a thrill one night it was said with Molly he was limp in bed Bill said I must have gotten a generic blue pill ...

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The pains of those ailments that grab us at will Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave Though we feel our survival might be a close shave But we’d gladly...

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is it Friday already; my pill box says so how many Fridays have fallen into my palm. my nickname is Friday, and I pop my morning pills, interminably mindful of ginkgo-biloba and the rest; pillage of my youth. left for the book sale; to drop off books and pick up more from the library floor. ancient you must think. watch me amble row to row; I’m...

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Visible but not seen Trying but viewed effortlessly so. Scar's visible regardless of the hard work Put to conceal them. A feeling so unknown Yet painful to contain. Spreading like a disease, with a motive to bring one down. How I ask myself. How, do I fight against the befallment of such Clouds? But unanswered I shall remain, Infected I shall remain, And without an antidote Am as...

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The feline is oft honoured in lands, It struts like an Egyptian in sands. The fastest in town, It won't keep pills down As I take my own life in my hands. ...

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Generations of the entire world.. Once abided by a force fed conditioning, An indoctrination so deep, so vast and yet so hidden.., Reveals a new rekindled conscious bliss, For our obligatory fair questioning, And so, notwithstanding this, old civilians incredibly; are though, re-auditioning, The masses so previously unaware of what was anyway and always, right...

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my wife recently learned about Viagra ~ she took it pretty hard...

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pharmacist counts pills last one falls on floor fifteen second rule in effect ...

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The weight I carried has settled, not vanished, but pinned in place - a fragile truce between my mind and the pills I swallow, trembling. They don’t call it a cure, and I don’t ask for one; but it’s enough to feel the unraveling slow. I feel the world bleed into softer shapes, colours no longer clawing at my skin, the air no longer...

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Jill and Bill glide on the rill, Bubbling with thrills, Embracing the chills, Past serene hills. Patiently yearning for gills, Jill—with her bait and skills— Fills her spirit with a frill, As tranquil waters lie still. With each catch, a hidden drill, Bill, overjoyed, concerns distill. Moonlit eve; savor the grill— Jill and Bill, relish nature's will....

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Jill just can’t sit for one minute still; In everything she wants some thrill! One rainy evening she climbs a hill; From there she slips making a shrill! This results her fall straight into a rill; She swallows water a gallon at her will! As her belly swells, she falls critically ill; The quack there tries on her every pill! It costs...

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I'm only a pill, But in time, I can cause great ill. I may provide a temporary thrill, But beware, for I can take away your will. If you continue to take me, a habit will form. Soon enough, addiction will swarm. Without me, you'll tremble and shake, Believing you need just one more to take. I'll consume your...

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Took two pills for pain relief And I am still fighting sleep Because the still of the night has beauty I don’t want to miss the night moon’s kiss It dangles just beyond bare mountain cliff Where a brown owl sits upon tree branch twigs The air is dry cool and still Like a spirit that has free will With thoughts with...

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I’m having muscle spasms in my hands Since last night that I can’t stand It causes me to have some pain And it’s not even due to rain The pill I took makes me sleep Sucks for writing poetry And I’m still on top of my bed I confess Watching for the My Favorite Teacher Contest I love the entries...

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Ego, the glue that makes us cling, thereby causing us to stagnate, amidst dream images conjured by fickle heart, to add some bling to chaste soul, prone to be sedate, bleating until its cries are heard. Poised in the void, we witness this playoff between ego and soul, with the former attached to form and luminous soul drenched in bliss. Thus if we live on...

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