Short Dope Poems
Short Dope Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dope by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dope by length and keyword.
I just knew it would be my lucky day
The lottery I decided to play
But I had no luck
Not even a buck
Now we're eating beans until my next pay
any kind
make you blind
kept this in mind
as you go thur time
sing gain or
ride plans and train
its not fame
don' be insane
step back
DOPE IS WACK
The man thought his outfit was dope
Circus clothes worn from a tight rope
Laughter was all he heard
Wished that he was a bird
To fly away an not have to cope
Have another Coke
The whole game was a big joke
So more dope will smoke.
I think some of the Seahawks
fans will be trying if they haven't
already. Jim Horn
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.
The Dope Scope
Faith has hope
Without dope
And can cope.
Inspired by reflections on the Holy Bible
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
His turn in line at the marijuana store
Customer said, "Let's get right to the point
An honest response is all I ask for --
Give me the straight dope on this joint."
Sheriff Andy’s had his share of strife
with his deputy dope, Barney Fife.
That first time that Barney
showed up full of blarney,
Andy ought to have run for his life!
Feb. 7, 2019
Scope Out A Dumb Dope
Out whole situation started to scope;
We did discover he was dumb dope;
Wears orange stack,
And will stab in back;
With Trump here gave up all hope.
Jim Horn
How will footballers huddle
keeping six feet apart
Are they gonna tackle
by throwing darts
Wearing face masks under
helmets is a total joke ~
Let the players bring the dope
and give the referees a toke
Once while I was high on DOPE
I truly lost sight of the DOVE
Which cost me my LOVE
Such a terrible thing to LOSE
My God I felt so LOST
Inspired by Christie & Nigel's
New Contest- Word Morph
Hopefully I did it right
Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating
Crystalline facade dulling senses
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus
Score, decennary years within
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe
Mopey dope
Uncope
Hung rope
No cope
Now dope
Grope on rope
No hope
Dopey
Hung down
Hung deep down
Now
Forever gone dope
Sponsor: Nikko Palmario
Contest: Heads or Tails
Tails my choice
I did not intend to make fun of anyone
who has depression or has had thoughts
of suicide..
If songs stop to sail,
and dance steps turns stale,
if paintings turns pale;
if wealthy words wail,
an art can avail.
If flowers fail,
and tears leaves trail
...joy is in jail,
and reasoning rail,
only one tale
will prevail
to grant bail.
a dope
to cope:
Hope.
Peace love and hope
Said brother, kick the dope
I might have relapsed a time or two
But never thought I’d kick the booze
Was love so misguided that I
Sought peace in a semi-permanent
Disillusionment and drunken haze
And hope that there was still
An aspirin on the floor
And beer left for a hangover cure
what do we have, if we got no hope,
well plenty of beer and plenty of dope,
this is the norm of life today,
why cant we go back to the old fashion way,
look at the kids,and what they will do,
they will rob your mother or gran or me too,
why has the world gone so bad,
just look at the poverty its just so sad,
Tick tick tick tick tick tick,
tock tock tock talk talk talk.
As hard as I try, this
rhythm won't stop.
I beg and I cry, but
the clock won't comply.
I have twelve different questions, but
get the same old reply.
And the medicine, I take,
to cure this disease,
just adds to the problem.
Enhancing unease.
Did See Slope of a Dope
What we did was to have given up hope,
And had decided that they were a dope;
Knowledge lack;
Never bring back;
Intelligence level was a negative slope.
(Appearance looked just like some slope.)
(To have put up with was hard to cope.)
Jim Horn
So how was your poem using hope, dope
and slope.
I swear I saw a cat;
she held a cricket bat
and swung it at my head;
I danced upon the bed;
and then a dog appeared -
his clothing looked so weird:
a hat and floral dress,
all tattered - what a mess!
And flying cows in jeans,
all eating jelly beans,
were herding singing sheep;
oh, boy, that snow is deep...
for Kai's Delirium contest
Rondelet: Bad Guy Dope*
See what I said
Head strong arm strong ham-strung bike dope
See what I said
Training ground's where villains are bred
Good guys strain up Sisyphus slope
Bad guys dope down Paris and mope
See what I said
*Please see poem posted on December 31, 2012, titled:
"This Bad Guy World (in all seriousness)"
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, 2013
dear dope
you come at me willfully
dripping deliciously from the
lips of (a) god (somewhere)
dear dope
ripping at tangles in my hair
you are a telescope of
persuasion (manifest
destiny) tokens that can be
tasted (but not touched)
dear dope
double dutch dialect
murmuring
the misused jumprope
sudden swift (sigh)
unties & slides oh
dear dope
Dope head
Just read
Medical marijunia
Many states don't wanna
Flip this bill
Said it wouldn't heal
Glacoma
Paranorma
Nausea's
Seizers waaaaaa
They don't care
And won't share
Any relief
Good grief
Tired of puking
So got mussing
To FDA
Who just says
No dope
Gotta cope
Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true
How you get him is how you’ll loose him too
Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool
When the reed becomes dull what will you do
When the instruments become familiar ground
Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground
Are your high hopes and gropes like rope
Enough room to breathe enough room to choke
She is multi-talented,
Her writing skill is a dope.
Her speaking skills will lift you up,
Even if you are a Mope.
Though she major in Biology,
She's good with the use of tropes.
Despite her challenges,
She's find a way to cope.
She wakes up daily,
With a renew energy of hope.
Her future is assured,
She doesn't need any horoscope.
There will be a brighter day,
Her name shall be heard everywhere on the globe.
In the Bible it states, that no one should hate.
Yet people still do anyway.
Senseless wars with open doors,
for the Devil's work and play.
What happened to hope? Is it wasted on dope?
We were all born given a name.
Children are dying, families are crying,
yet all we do is blame.
Not a soul is lost, without a cost,
We all have a purpose here.
To pretend to be blind, you will only a find,
a world you have made to fear.