by Sharon De Fazio |
Categories:
cute love, funny love, i miss you, joy, love, simile, teen,
I miss you,
like the sky misses the stars.
like the streets when there are no cars.
like a government that has no laws,
like music, when it is on pause.
I miss you,
like the desert misses the rain
like an addict without cocaine,
like a kiss that misses lips
like actors without their scripts.
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
drug, flower, love,
A cocaine abuser named Norton
A fellow drug addict was courtin'
It was love at first sight
He'd found Mrs. Right
So he plucked her a poppy for snortin'
by David Paquin |
Categories:
friendship, life, love, mirror, universe,
Weaving the fabric of a sunken universe
Gliding the winds of a bottomless curse
Little spider, hanging in my head
Free of the wings that really are chains
Forging a mirror that never shatters
A mirror that does not exist
Little spider, aching in my head
Blind and deaf, drowned in ecstacy
Crawling in the pain of bliss
Seeking the sweets of sickness
Little spider, dying in my head
Torn from itself, immune to embrace
"At least, be humane", so that's what they said
Hold on to your pain, for it is your cocaine
Little spider, growing in my head
Here is the world, cradle of the dead
by Skat A |
Categories:
abuse, death, evil, lost love, pain, sad, sorrow, suicide,
DEVIL'S HIDDEN RANCH
Coyote howl, dogs growl
Gunshots, dead cow
Red barn left unlock
Horseshoe upon death's door
Tequila in a cup
Salt of cocaine, shadows of insanity
Guitar string, sad song
Bandit near the door, wife on the floor
Hallucinating---Reality
Yelling out her name, he's gone insane
Loaded gun, life is done
Far and near ending his intoxicating fear
The road under the sun
A coward in his path
Responding to the Devil's wrath
In a Hidden Ranch in Mexico!!!!!!
:) SKAT
by John Trusty |
Categories:
on writing and words,
Throughout most of my life I have made an ATTEMP to overcome each and every STRUGGLE and ABOMINATION with which I have been faced. Doing this makes me CHERISH the FLAME of love and desire to do better which burns brightly in my INNER SOUL. With a YEARNING to be TENDER I try to deflect all SCORN, but the AFFECTION of a toxic RELATIONSHIP will often mask one’s PASSION. Just like the beautiful BLOOM of a poppy might BAMBOOZLE and mislead, where it could easily make one oblivious to the cancerous TASTE inside called cocaine.
This was pure conjecture for the contest, it does not apply to me. JT
by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories:
drink, irony, love, lust,
A lush
A hot tomato
Full of bourbon
Holding up a bar stool
Cigarette between her fingers
Manicured nails meant to kill
And I’m on a bender
And hell bent
Smoky crushed velvet
James Bond would be so proud
A jazz quartet is swinging
To a heroin crowd
Sunglasses in the night
The brother is so cool
A nicotine queen
Is filing in between
Bartender named Lloyd
Says my money’s no good
Drinks are on the house
They know I’ll pay in cocaine
When we slide on out the back
“What was that?” she says
“A double Jack straight up?”
No mixers for me
I’m drinking for the buzz
It takes a lot of booze to kill
The memories of you
And pretend I’m someone else.
by Bakari Wright |
Categories:
family, life, lost love, music, sad,
She was addicted
to cocaine just like I was
addicted to rap.
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
11th grade, drug, loneliness, lost love, missing, mother, son,
Mike's mom made a multitude of missteps;
Starting strong, she strode straight into struggles.
Calvin convinced her to try crack cocaine.
Love lost: little Mike led a lonely, leery life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Love located: lessons learned, the law leads.
Calvin's court convicts him of concealed crimes.
Starting strict substance-abuse stance shows strength,
Mike's mom meets major milestones: mental, moral, and mutual.
April 9, 2022
Using the new form Lind30WCU,
7779 word count per stanza, unrhymed
with alliteration.
by Vinayak Pratap |
Categories:
romantic,
Love, some say is a sinful fruit,
for others its a blissful truth.
Addictive it is way mor than marijuana and cocaine,
but lose it, it will give you way more pain.
Those who have lost it, has felt that pain,
their life is never gonna be the same again.
I am new to the feeling of love,
and i feel as peaceful as a dove.
Greats say "love is not times fool",
but to not enjoy the bliss of love time is a fool.
Love,some say is a sinful fruit,
for others its still is a blissful truth.
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories:
life, lost love, love, me, me, sensual,
My secret valentine
For you I do pine
Shall you ever be mine
Maybe if you do read this line
Shall we share some wine
On a moonlit sensual dine
Your eyes, with their glowish shine
Have had me glued, same as cocaine
O my valiant valentine
Give me a due moment on that dateline
When I will be able to define
How you did become my nicotine
Such has happened since I was nine
When I was struck by your moonshine
Now, whether I am offline or online
I seek only your skyline
And wish to be only a tambourine
As you are the only one of your kind
For a secret valentine
Who made me all feline
To him I shall raise a glass of brine!
by Janice Canerdy |
Categories:
drug, love, parents, teen,
“Our angel,” Mom and Dad declared
throughout their daughter’s early years.
When she revolted, tempers flared.
Mild punishment caused bitter tears.
She ran away! Her parents’ fears
engendered searches. They would find
their teenage runaway on crack.
Without judgmental words but kind
and loving hugs, they coaxed her back,
where proper treatment does not lack.
*crack cocaine
Date: March 8, 2018
Contest Title: 10 Lines, 5 Words III
Sponsor: Laura Loo placed 3rd
April 6, 2018, entered in Emile Pinet's Non-Romantic Love Contest
by Brian Davey |
Categories:
betrayal, break up, lost love,
Never Again
Lost down memory lane in your migraine
Unable to explain this deep set pain
Like a hurricane mixed with acid rain
From the inhumane way you entertain
Love goes down the drain in a wet bloodstain
Pop the champagne then numb me in cocaine
04/26/17
written for Contest: Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2
by Pheko Motaung |
Categories:
africa,
Cocaine
Is not from africa
I don't love you
Your spiritual emptiness
Clashes with my morals
by Penn Kname |
Categories:
death, depressiondeath, pain, death, race,
As I sew up my heart
It starts..
The crises of love scorned
Its torn..
The scars on my slain wrists..
The bruises on my broken fist..
The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck..
I race with death only to lose by an inch..
The harder I train..
The more in vein..
The lonely pain that sleeps with fish
I wish
I wish..
The more I cry in kindness she will die
The depth of bloodless sighs
I feel closer to the sky
I guess that's the same
As every pain
I'm no different but all the same..
The race against my finish line of cocaine
I will win the race and cross the tape
That death holds for my place
....
by Mike Harms |
Categories:
funny
i once heard a drug addict say"I really dont like cocaine I just love the way it smells"
by Jasmine Mauras |
Categories:
love, heart, heart, love,
I loved you like an obsession
You stole my thoughts through the air I breathe
Without you I was nothing but dust in the wind
The dirt in the ground
A person without a shadow
Music with no sound
But with you I was
A heart with a beat
The melody so deep in my veins
It ran through my blood like cocaine
Addicted I was to your smile and your touch
To the words you say they stuck to my heart
Unbroken this love for you
So sick and twisted
Etched in the walls of my heart
This love will take me to the edge of hell
But with no fear
I will take u all
Even If it means
Losing my sanity……
by Zuzanna Pawlicka |
Categories:
dream, love,
why wouldn't you smell like rain
and smile like the sun
why wouldn't you smuggle cocaine
and carry a gun
why wouldn't your eyes be the water
reflecting summer sunbeams
why wouldn't you be a globtrotter
with a rucksack and pair of jeans
why wouldn't your hair be the threads of gold
made of captured rays of sun
why wouldn't you be like the author of Marogold
not really sane, but a special one
why wouldn't your lips taste like strawberries
grown under the strongest sun of Spain
why wouldn't you be eagerly sharing
happiness with me, not living in vain
so when I finally find you baby
sitting on this desert stone
don't doubt and don't say maybe
give me your hand. Why don't we go home?
by Nicole King |
Categories:
addiction, drink, drug,
My blood was the purest cocaine, you could snort me all day,
If you wanna wake up dead in your shower.
I could hold a head of laughter, fight off every angel,
If you only loved to lose all your power.
So watch me make love to the blood of this goblet,
Like it's the ultimate biochemical weapon.
I'll hold you real close to the edges of Heaven,
Now you need to watch where you're steppin'.
Funny thing about Hell, it's so beautiful to you,
But it's poisoning every thread that surrounds,
Like the tears of an infant, the rose garden turns black,
Oh, you only liked everything that it drowns.
by Aislinn Monahan |
Categories:
angst, art, family, life, loss, lost love, places, urban,
I'm ripping out my lungs
So breathing isn't labored
Not for my sake
But for the gentleman
Laced with bowties
I'm hunched over the bus seat
Spilling blood
Back into the cup
Reminding the window
That my hand still exists
The world doesn't care
For my diaphram leaping
Or my feet sketched skidding
All they wanted
Was my skeletal mass
Grounded for cocaine
That is sniffed in opera boxes
This word
Will never change,
So why should I?
I dot care if I stain plush seats from golden gates
I'm finished playing fair
They took him
Growing inside of me
It's only prin pricks
Along their toe nails
by Danielle White |
Categories:
angst, death, lovelove,
Too late to chart the Zodiac,
paint the doors and windows black,
buried memories coming back,
cooking cocaine, making crack.
Poison love that drove them mad,
good intentions all gone bad,
tender hearts now ironclad,
kin that wore the Douglas plaid.
Darkness overpowers light,
daylight must succumb to night,
pigments blackened blinding sight,
weary souls give up the fight.
Though I strove to do no harm,
(insanity and firearms)
curse dressed up in Southern charm,
no one heard the shrill alarm.
One by one my victims fall,
my love killed them, one and all,
lined them up against the wall,
my presence cast a deadly pall.
©Danielle White
by Mark King |
Categories:
angst, friendship, lost love, love, music, sad,
In the meantime
you have your cocaine
I have my blues
a fate awaits
when you need a friend
I'm there
a love awaits
like the poems I write
you missed the latest
poetry slam
it was all for you
so I shuffled back home
still needing you
listening to the blues
I feel the pain in the music
like the words I pen
seems maybe I feel yours too
someday you'll be strong
til then
you have your cocaine
I have my blues
by Glenn Mccrary |
Categories:
life, loss, lost love, woman,
Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity
For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you
and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate
by Ashley Lowery |
Categories:
introspection, sad, social, wine,
She liked her wine and cocaine,
The mistress on the hill.
She used it to dull the pain,
How good it made her feel.
He took her to all the dives,
She learned to love the flame.
It wasn't the best of lives,
But who was she too blame.
She loved her wine and cocaine,
How good it made her feel.
She used it to dull the pain,
The mistress on the hill.
by Blaine Anderson |
Categories:
depression, life, love, recovery from..., urban
Forget cocaine
You can sustain,
My daily need;
'Tis not the weed,
That calms my soul,
With your soft voice,
There is no hole.
by Lawrence Ingle |
Categories:
drug,
She's living in the fast lane,
like a pawn in a chess game,
She's staying on the run....chasing rainbows in the sun,
living in the fast lane,
I tried to be her sweet thing,
I tried to make her heart sing,
But love just can't keep on...being on the run,
living in the fast lane,
Yea, sometimes love can seem so strange,
and even have to refrain,
from chasing rainbows in the sun...where it's not at all so fun...
living in the fast lane,
I pray she finds a new game.....
away from that ol' fast lane,
so I can meet her in the sun....and know she's stopping from....
living in the fast lane....
abstaining from drugs and cocaine.