Short Antidepressants Poems

Short Antidepressants Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Antidepressants by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Antidepressants by length and keyword.

All the best costumes are taken.

So here I am,

dressed up like John Travolta.

Saturday Night Fever,
'cept it's Friday,
and my shoes aren't quite right.

All alone,

in a corner,

on antidepressants,

drinking too much,

and still I can not dance.

© Gary Gene Linney  

It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his 
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling 
like a wounded beast...

pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands...

© Dino Spahillari  

Don of Trivia Sir Floccinaucinihilipilification
                    Popped forty triangular antidepressants for annihilation
                                       But Coagulable antibodies
                                  Made his two Trypophobia toadies
                 To bounce the castle of Tuffrut in choreomaniac titillation

© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty  

She seemed blitzed on happiness, weird to us
For she had just lost her husband, old man Gus
A smile split her face in a strange joyful way
He never had a chance, she told us, he never had a say

Doctor put her on antidepressants, her mother would explain
Before she got these pills, she was one huge pain.
Is this better? I asked, not understanding at all.
Oh, yes, she already axed up the dresser down the hall.

© Caren Krutsinger  

After her mother passed a blue butterfly stopped by
Flitted among her zinnias, landed on a yellow one
Rhonda paid attention, it seemed to be important
Was this Mom telling her everything would be okay?

A few year later Rhonda’s best friend Frank passed.
She did not know if she could go on without him
Her doctor prescribed antidepressants, and this seemed to help.
A blue butterfly landed on Rhonda’s shoulder at his funeral.
This helped.

© Caren Krutsinger  

I pulled her onto my lap and she sobbed
But she weighs more than you do.
So?
Wasn’t it awkward?
No.  It was just right.

But she is a grown woman.
And that matters how?
I don’t know.
It seems odd.
At the time it was the perfect thing to do.
Where is she now?

No idea, but I mentioned antidepressants.
Do you think it will work?
They have not kicked in yet.
How do you know?
They are for me.
She told me things I have to try to forget….

© Caren Krutsinger