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Prescribed Poems - Poems about Prescribed


Clout: Vital Elixir - Take Only as Prescribed
To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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Categories: prescribed, fun, humorous, silly, word
Form: Rhyme
Prescribed Celebration
(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— bitter but addictive on my tongue, like the gin I’ve grown fluent in. (Is that why his voice was slurred?) ...

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Categories: prescribed, mental illness,
Form: Free verse



No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day
No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day..., not one drop of sweat (especially on hot humid and hazy days) less than a gallon exudes forth from my pores but nevertheless I can single handedly manage... primary idiopathic palmar/ palmoplantar hyperhidrosis. Aforementioned physiological malady unwanted and unwonted figurative (metaphorical) beast of burden linkedin with matrix constituting mine corporeal essence...

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Categories: prescribed, 12th grade, angst, endurance,
Form: Free verse
PRESCRIBED POETRY
This is a poem I wrote on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023 Poetry prompt for Coralynn. poetry PRESCRIBED POETRY Prescription - 1 poem a day, 1 pen and paper, Add words that you wish to say. Writers block can get you in a stew, But it won't last forever, Maybe a day or two. Prompts by Coralynn can be such good fun, Some wonderful poems...

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Categories: prescribed, fun, inspiration, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Self-Prescribed Sex Prison
I grit my teeth and white my knuckles as my newfound mentor chuckles. He teaches me about disdain, but no matter, I planned for pain. My eyes both flutter as I shudder, then I hear him coarsely utter: "Good, looks like you still feel somethin'. ***** I swear, you ain't worth nothin'." Lashes wet my back with crimson in this self-prescribed sex prison. I don't...

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Categories: prescribed, addiction, corruption, dark, fire,
Form: Ballade




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