by Jason Barth |
Categories:
addiction, encouraging, goodbye, hope,
Bertyrayed by a friend
Almost showed me the end
Her name is crystal meth
She put me close to death
She asked me one day
If I would like to come out to play
She made me think i was in love
One kiss and i was flying like a dove
She seperated me from family and friends
Had my life close to the end
Opened up my eyes that she was going to stay
I just wanted her to go away
I seen my friendship had to end
I finally said good bye my friend
I don't wanna see any more death
Good bye my old friend Ms crystal meth
by Teri Aki |
Categories:
lost love, sad, drug,
Try her once try her twice
you'll be hooked don't be surprised
She's got you now to have and to hold
till death do you part
she won't let go
She gave you that rush
you wanted so much
In return she gave you not much
Snort her
smoke her
shoot her up it's all the same
she makes you insane
She's playing our family like a game
for destruction is the name of her game
Love is lost she won the toss
She took your heart and soul
tossed it in your bowl
She gives you days of sleepness night
hearing voices in the night
Dealing drugs
meeting seekers
Now your the true tweaker
She's got me pleading and grieving
for you to give up needing
Inside i'm crying
for fear of you dying
by Shrikant Sharma |
Categories:
lost loveme, day, me,
.It became a pain, when I flourished it within my veins,
Love is what, nothing like a game of gains,
I follow my feeling until I ruined, and I ruined my feeling until me drains,
In her eyes I saw a depth, in her face I found an Egyptian Seth,
She murdered my soul, made me blind, and made me beg my life,
As a moth searching always a flame for asking to drag his life,
One day I will asleep on a sleek,
That day nothing will left as a desire, when I will be on a fleet,
I asked you to have a dream, and you to become my dream,
You chucked me like a stone, like it was a prone,
It became a faint again, when I dare to burn the whole gent,.
by Erin Soares-Anselmi |
Categories:
deep, inspirational, introspection, my child,
Choose life not death
Choose God’s word not Meth
Choose hope not despair
Choose love not an empty affair
Choose to seek not to hide
Choose respect not your pride
Choose freedom not chains
Choose contentment not pain
Choose home not the streets
Choose victory not defeat.
It’s your choice.
by Winged Warrior |
Categories:
heartbreak, loneliness, lost love,
In the blink of an eye, the devil and I, surrender or die
Out on a limb, lose it or win, love it or sin
My love is drowning, forever frowning, no more clowning
Tears that bring, a shattered spring, a runaway ring
The trap was set, on the night we met, I do regret
Cold as ice, no more spice, tighten the vice
Fire and haze, I’m still in a haze, lost in a maze
Life or death, morphine or meth, take your last breath
Fallen angels, turning pages, crushing creations
Left behind, with a manqué mind, one of a kind.
May.13.2017
Lost love- free verse or rhyme - Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
humor,
When I do read the cards that sell like meth,
And see the crap men buy in hopes they’ll get laid;
When I behold the roses plucked to their death,
And wilted droops of petals proudly displayed;
When candy aisles I see are stocked with lies,
Which come in fancy boxes priced to sell,
And single broads in need of comfort supplies
Who on romantic nights feel lonely as hell;
Then of misfortune do I celebrate,
That I’ll not have to care about the day,
Since all my love the ex did confiscate
And spared me tons of stuff I hate - Hooray!
It’s nothing ‘gainst our friend, St. Valentine,
But less his holiday we’d be just fine.
1/21/2017
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
freedom, god, light, love,
Have we not as yet,
God face to face met,
fearful to dissolve,
that we may evolve?
Our tremulous heart,
feels not bliss beats start,
renewed with each breath,
as love’s healing meth.
As long as there’s doubt
and dark desires grout,
how may we be free,
tied to our mind tree?
A dead man walking,
with thought forms stalking,
we yet pause not to
God’s love and light woo.
The question is this:
how may we find bliss;
joy that never fades,
in heavenly glades?
By cleansing heart’s stain,
we can yet regain,
the flame of our soul,
that we may feel whole.
07-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
by Chris Patton |
Categories:
life, loss, lost love,
Poisoning his body ever since she left;
right up close, yet a million miles away.
Meth-lab;
got rehab.
Wasting away in his jail cell,
he's straight to heaven, yet living in hell.
Right up close, yet a million miles away.
Knock on wood; hope he stays good.
In spite of strife, she took his life;
she was supposed to be his wife.
by Ren Barrera |
Categories:
i love you, longing, lost love, love, love hurts,
I am Icarus and you are the sun
I keep flying closer and closer
not thinking of what will come
A moth to a flame
I burst into ash
I savor the bitter-sweet taste
because I know it won't last
You're like cutting
'cause I rather hurt than feel nothing
You're my poison,
it tastes so sweet, but its all consuming
You're my Meth
a 10 second high, with a life time of hurting
Like a wave you pull me under I don't fight it
I just hold my breath hoping it'll last
'Till my lungs burst and I welcome death
by Kristine Baca |
Categories:
recovery from...me, drug,
I want to fly away
So far, so far just go back home
I don't want to stay
I want to fly away
Please God please set me free
Please send me home
This could be my last chance
So I reject his hand I don't have time to dance
I'm fighting for my last breath
New drugs consumed, Still withdrawals from meth
My chosen drug no longer mine
A loss expected, never rejected
Seeking a cure for the infected
The need to touch
The tongue brings such a rush
And underneath each fingertip
A gentle stroke to dismiss the pain
Feel the high
Indulge, don't let it slip by
For when will it come again
This love that's addicting
by Shane Bennett |
Categories:
health
Life moving quickly,
Reflexes out of control,
Chewing piece after piece of gum,
Smoking cigarettes one after the other.
Thinking a million and one thoughts per second.
Paranoia has the best of me,
Missing my love to the worst extent,
Typing faster than a hurricane can blow.
Sweating like a pig,
Or so it feels.
Not comprehending what others are saying,
Becoming nervous and wanting more.
-Shane Bennett
by Kendraleigh Kline |
Categories:
death
It's Over Now
We had some problems
love was tough
we got in a fight
and I said I had enough
You got mad and left
With whiskey on your breath
You hit someone head on
That's what lead to your sorrowful death
Everyone was at your funeral
wearing everything in black
I looked at your funeral in fault
walking off never looking back
Ever since you died that day
all I could do was meth
I still regret that argument
that brought you to your sudden death.
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
love, silence, spiritual,
The Practice
Hemmed in by space time,
freed by bliss beats chime,
we get to the source,
without use of force.
Void centric vision,
our soul’s decision,
choosing cessation
as heart’s play station.
No sooner we’re still,
surrendering will,
our fulcrum rotates,
opening floodgates.
Feel the void exhale,
as breath we inhale;
likewise our out-breath,
bliss mists healing meth.
Awareness love drenched,
sees our ego benched,
for there’s no one here,
save Cupid’s love spear.
06-August-2022
by Sotto Poet |
Categories:
analogy, sky,
July stars shimmer almost everywhere
They wield the love of God for us to share
Sky was shining with gold blooms and bush breath
Moon`s afterglow gives me rainbow tears meth
Written: July 06, 2022
5TH Place Contest Winner
The Sky in July Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Checked by HMS.COM / 10 Syllables per line
by Chelci Biggs |
Categories:
addiction, drug,
Tick tock, the time is passing by.
Enough with the pitty party!
Give life another try!
Crying, and crying only makes your face all red.
But not as embarrassing as a loser addicted to meth.
So you're all alone..no one seems to care?
It's called tough love.
Trust has gone, but not disappeared.
Change is what scares you?
Ok I understand.
So your telling me you were born with a pipe in your right hand??!!
You chose to travel this path, don't worry there is still hope.
But that is your decision to get off the devil's dope!
Excuses are like....something we all have once heard.
Get help for yourself, get better.
Live life SOBER!
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
america, humanity, life, love, people, perspective, world,
'Tis not of feline lives we'll speak today,
Nor lords of meth-wrought realms bid hold us sway.
Regrets we'll face, yet love shall not decay,
For life's true joys will guide us on our way.
Not false deceits that liberty would bring,
But honest toil, our grateful hearts to sing.
Though death may loom, our spirits e'er take wing,
As hope and faith their steady light will fling.
The path is clear; if we but have the will
To cast aside the lures that would distill
Our moral strength: With courage, we fulfill
The promise that our better selves instill.
Though shadows threaten, still our radiance glow,
Dispel the night, let brilliant beams hours flow.
by Tom Bell |
Categories:
allegory, angst, death, depression, mother, passion, sad, son, mother,
Moth, Moth
Flickering flame too near,
Attraction to your death
You're too hypnotized to fear
As you flirt with your final breath
Moth, Moth,
Your mother off and
to the side,
Watches you do
your dangerous dance
In frustration she has cried...
Moth, Moth
Return to your Mother Moth's
protective love
Don't dive into that flame
Can't you hear the cries above?
Moth, Moth...
Meth, Meth...
Flickering flames
You fly too close
to untimely death.
by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories:
love, poetry, relationship,
A story about a poet, his girlfriend and their pretty complicated relationship (2)
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say increasingly that our life
together gets too odd, that life is rife
with locks and closed doors but lacking keys.
You're right, my dear, here's the exact
same copy of the keys I have: "The Brook"
by Tennyson, the typo in the book
of destinies, the tip how to attract
men in a women's magazine, the meth,
the Voynich manuscript, the author's death...
I'm kidding, sweet. It's not like that, in fact.
There are three master keys to pick the hearts
of men: an afternoon Hofbrau Schwarz,
a healthy home-cooked meal and your kiss.
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
destiny, love, spiritual,
Moment after moment, flowing with my breath,
I was each character, performing on stage,
both murderer and victim suffering death
and as my mind battles continued to wage,
the unifying force was love’s healing meth,
paving way for my soul to turn a new page.
I see the drama unfolding, clear as day,
renewing until we grant love right of way.
by Troy Nelson |
Categories:
confusion, death, imagination,
Black and blue
censored aching
corrosive love for fools
containing desolation
fighting off this dignified disease
torn and consecrated
Fathoms sent to appease
Deservinfg Seven
Alone and cold
sour destitute
keen perceptions
Trivial Persuit
Idle deceit
Consecrated
anew condition celebrated
Finding the remains
of an uncertain disaster
putting away the pieces
such liberating laughter
Bitter meth
looking for another salvation
finding myself closer
to death
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
joy, life, love,
here we are with nothing to do
save growing in love, breath by breath
how much more easy, can life get
with throb of bliss, heart’s healing meth
by Emily Whybrow |
Categories:
happiness, happy, heart,
he gave worth to love
no longer crying like a mourning dove
he taught me happiness
and touched me with tenderness
the calmness of his breath
had me high on meth
his eyes a beautiful shade of blue
the perfect view
his voice always so deep
all restless thoughts piled into a heap
oh how i never want this broken
he is my token
a token of my love.
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
angst, fear, joy, spiritual,
Slow down thought
Slow down speech
Slow down actions too
Allow silence to enable
Bliss beats that renew
Anxiety, fear and dread
Are bubbles of illusion
Mindful breath by breath
Release pent up emotions
Love is soul’s healing meth