Short Overdosing Poems
Short Overdosing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Overdosing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Overdosing by length and keyword.
Flower of pain
Beauty so insane
Couldn't grasp the reflection
Overdosing the addiction
Hidden in blood and bones
Silence unknown
No ears for advice
No music, just ice
Metal it hurts
Run little red bird
Categories:
overdosing, anxiety, beautiful, death, deep, depression, emo, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
I could stop anytime I wanted to.
the shadows just don't stop following me
I could stop anytime I thought to.
but overdosing clouds my judgment
I could stop anytime I feel to.
but hatred keeps me warm
I could stop any day I wanted to.
but first I have to get through this one
I could stop anytime I chose to.
but that would be too easy
I could stop if you asked me to...
But the question is...
Would you?
Categories:
overdosing, hope, lifeme,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
on quiet streets where elm trees grow
But in their midst a demon yawns
And screams through veins from which it flows
Hypodermic illusions line the curb
where cars are parlors for getting high
Overdosing in the suburbs
The inner city has no alibi
A nightmare on elm street
and Freddy Kruger is nowhere in sight!
But the boogeyman does not retreat....
yet some will not awaken from the night!
Categories:
overdosing, addiction, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
opiods of the masses, oxycodone.
yummy. slows me down.
makes me warm
I feel love.
Kratom, Kava Kava,
Marijuana.
Overdosing on love.
I feel love.
and I feel very sick.
love sickness.
mental anguish cured by broken ribs.
how I got the narcotics.
but they don't last.
love doesn't last.
I won't die if you don't die.
I will resist the temptations.
I will go sober, I will be clean.
I know who I love, I lied before.
I wish you knew that I want more.
Categories:
overdosing, allusion, anger, anxiety, appreciation, beautiful, depression, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse
The cool, blue tiles at the Center were a soft memory of downtown
Where my mom and I once picked red flowers from bushes on Christmas
There was a time when she decided to take me to the Center for lessons.
Coming out of the stall in the bathroom
I saw a body lay across the floor
I wasn't sure if they were alive so I ran out without checking a pulse
I was only twelve or so and I found someone and told them about it
I spent a long time wondering if they were diabetic or overdosing.
Categories:
overdosing, addiction, anxiety,
Form:
Narrative