Meth Poems

Meth poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of meth poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on meth are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Crystal

Crystal long poem

Knock knock knock, I opened the door Some girl named Crystal was on my front porch. I asked what she wanted, she said “may I come in? I have a surprise for you,” then flaunted her little white bag. “You

Poems containing references to : Meth

The Ballad Of Cairo’s Sorrow

The Ballad Of Cairos Sorrow ballad

War planes high, the sky full of rains, a man cries of death, though not because of drugs like meth, Egypt seeking retribution, for the cruelly cinematic execution, for 21 men have gone down under, amid the crying and the

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

Shoemaker

Shoemaker short poem

People appreciate your work when you die. Or they praise with grudging admiration. So my words make them envy, before I say goodbye, I might as well burn them alive. I cut box and add excit to ing, Inexplicable, take

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Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but

December Frost

December Frost short poem

O vague December strangely mild, Thy leaves are restless, hanging on. No winter wind has yet blown wild With days so warm. The birds fritter and greet each dawn; No flights of fall have fain begun. Alas, December’s warm and

While You Rest

While You Rest short poem

Remembrances… A wild laugh, needling rain, choked breath, flashes of pain. Memories slumber, dreams drain! A past I hold, tied to my back. A heavy bulging, under the skin, sack I walk past the stories, of flowers and song A

The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree short poem

The trees give us water and fresh air, We shouldn’t be destructive that isn’t really fair; They give us oxygen and food, We shouldn’t kick them or break their leaves whether in a rage or in a bad mood; To

December

Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.

Paperboats

Paperboats short poem

When I had been a little boy I’d make a paper boat, And in the puddle on the road I’d watch it stay afloat. And when I thought that it would last, For it had seemed quite strong. My boat

Fear Factor

Fear Factor long poem

Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky

Tables Turned

Tables Turned long poem

You might be watching me, but I am watching you, You think that you’re listening but I am hearing you, You read my body language but I read yours loud and clear, You’re present in the room but your mind

Love Sonnet 61

Love Sonnet 61 sonnet poems

I dream to kiss your smile and hold your sight, Neglect the night in favor of your touch, Forsake the world, to make this feeling right, And wonder between sighs why love is such; Like one held in cocoon of

You

You short poem

Look at me. I am a series of defeats. I have no small victories. I have no frame or bones or flesh for my sad soul to cling on to. I am hungry, empty desperate in a world that seems

An Open Mind

An Open Mind short poem

The mind has a side That is deep inside. Don’t pit a blind On a creative mind. Good things happen If you keep your mind open. Every time I find It is a pleasurable mind. Mind has a passion For

Bald

Bald short poem

It’s like breathing: At odd times you become aware – Not after jogging up seven floors Or escaping an accident With exhilaration, not regret, Those times are givens – Rather existing within a crowd In the audience before a play

Withstand This Gruelling Summer

Withstand This Gruelling Summer short poem

Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear Ere we reach the end of this world. Seasoned love of us that has been shaping For twelve years long Is no more left with hope of fancied ripening And is turning fast to

What am I waiting for

What am I waiting for short poem

A strange desperation sets in again nothing seems right nothing seems worthwhile there is something amiss the will to live is gone whatever I stand for seems despicable I lack belief and I lack courage I look for a way

Frigid And Sunny

Frigid And Sunny short poem

What a combination A 30 degree temperature with sunny, clear skies The perfect paradox created by the immortal Not hard to circumnavigate as long as you bundle up, keep moving at a brisk pace drifting through memories transparent lustings brought

Life After Death

Life After Death short poem

Is there life after death? I’ve always wondered No one seems to understand or know People have told me what they think Stories from everywhere make me ask Is there life after death? Each religion believes different things But are

Feeling Alive

Feeling Alive short poem

Pain, I feel you I feel alive again You are a semblance Of my living Breathing in and out Deep or not Sighing again Long or short The tears that flow by Do not wash you But a response Of

Broken

Broken short poem

Ahead of time, the hammer sounds for you; The shattered realm around our hearts comes into view. We are broken in two by the lies you told; The reaper has come to collect your soul. You’re feeling shattered, your body

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to

The Earthquake

The Earthquake long poem

A sudden tremor with a mighty shake Millions of lives does it take Houses broken and trees shaken Mighty hills all prone to cracken. Peace stolen by cracks so deep A twist it brings in life so steep A crisis

Strange Dream

Strange Dream ballad

I had a dream when I was asleep. I dreamt of a land beyond the sea, Where the light all hides beneath the darkness; And one cannot manage to see. And in that land there was loneliness, And in my

Evolution

Evolution long poem

When I was just a little girl Everybody told me I needed Jesus to save me But Jesus locked me in a cage Alone with all my hurt and rage And told me that he loved me Now my world’s

Tribute To The Messiah

Tribute To The Messiah long poem

Born as a fisherman swam in the ocean of poverty child labored to pay the school fees shown to the world Children have no religion practiced work as worship scaled Himalayas in academics rose step by step as scientist to

A Big Shock In A Small Heart

A Big Shock In A Small Heart prose poem

In a small heart A big vacuum to be bared Burden and feelings of things shake it Sometimes by a cyclone The day begins in dawn And gets up in morning It exists with hopes On the way to noon

Blood Red

Blood Red short poem

Betrayals from long-ago, Resurfaced when I saw you. Though time had past, The wounds still bleed. As if the damage, Was done yesterday! No apologies ever flowed, From your evil lips. Sympathy was never implied, All I could see was

This Is To Be You

This Is To Be You prose poem

We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive -“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now) social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun. A mile away,

The Weighing Machine And I

The Weighing Machine And I short poem

I dread the weight machine That horrible, putrid little thing It tells me lies that shatter me Clasping my throat that I can’t breathe Every time I step onto its platform The spring beneath contorts in pain It bends its

The Un-haunted House

The Un haunted House short poem

The cook was in the kitchen The gardener trimming vines I went down to the cellar To fetch a case of wine I came back to the parlor And much to my surprise There stood Master Pennbrook Right before my

Half-empty picture frames

Half empty picture frames short poem

I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.

Broken Wings

Broken Wings short poem

The only thing that is so clear Is I had you once so near The evil monsters in my head They’ve trodden on everything, now it’s dead The memories make me cry I am discontented no matter how hard I

Sweet Whisperings

Sweet Whisperings short poem prose poem

Surrendering to- Which they have no control over, Each day they are together- Every time they look at one another, They give each other a part of themselves. Whispering promises of tomorrow- Her dreams, his wings- In the embrace they

Idolatory

Idolatory short poem

I say to myself, why did not you learn the ways of life? The chariot blew up in your face. Blueberry, blueberry – they bloom in dark. How difficult it was to stay normal human being and speak your lines

Endearing Love

Endearing Love short poem

When I gaze at her eyes A softness fills my heart When my lips touch hers A sense of wonderment We have kissed before Through many lifetimes Her hands in mine Exquisite, so femininely divine Her cheeks blushed rosily Her

Breaking Free

Breaking Free short poem

Caught up in life quite mundane Searching for true happiness, finding only pain I’m forced to live where I can not be me I wish I could just break free Competition everywhere for which I don’t care It’s not true

The Measure Of A Human

The Measure Of A Human prose poem

The human brain weighs three pounds. The human heart weighs eleven ounces. Human skin is seven hundreds of an inch thick. To know a human’s mind and heart takes time. It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their

Throwing Stones At Philosophers

Throwing Stones At Philosophers long poem

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence, But a philosopher once said: “You threw a rock at my head Fred!” A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere, If your cart is broken by a donkey