Overdose Awareness Poems

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Awareness

Awareness short poem

I can’t see through every lie The only truth I know is dying Isn’t that a sad thing to say But anything is hard to believe When everything isn’t what it seems what I used to know doesn’t matter anymore

Self-awareness

Self awareness short poem

Abstraction has become a constant routine. Contemplating not knowing what to do or who to become, had became a life’s affair. Coming up with disparate possibilities on what to do in life, I came up with: Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.

Ethereal Awareness

Ethereal Awareness short poem

In this timeless ethereality where silences build converted assonances and gravitational elapses, I breath your unspoken space within my pollinated reflections… Petalled essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my second… Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows

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Big Pharma

Big Pharma short poem

They are money hungry actors Greed has them all backwards They get richer every time your back hurts They are ruthless heartless bastards So they disregard all the hazards Gain money, power, and control is their mission In hopes that

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My Teenage Beauty

My Teenage Beauty short poem

To entice by charm – Princess Ana, My teenage beauty. Never meant harm – singing Hosanna, She really is a cutie. Both met in a church – In her fairness, I wished her for a mate. She was in search

Transcendental

Transcendental prose poem

The Sun on my hands a shaft of light from somewhere. I first felt the warmth then the heat, the hands perspire the ray lights up countless jewels Diamond crusted gloves on moulded clay. Hands caressed each other, for time’s

Growing up

Growing up prose poem

This morning at the town square, little orphaned children gathered to listen to stories and lies left behind by last night’s lovers. On one of the benches by the fountain, one of the children, a little girl with a clogged

The Three Fedoras

The Three Fedoras sonnet poems

Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and

Bare Flesh On Sand

Bare Flesh On Sand long poem

Their fingers gently interlocking, each clasped the other’s hand. In silence whilst they slowly walked, on the soft, warm, evening sand. Just an occasional inquiring glance, into the other’s eyes. Spirits in a romantic waltz, such depth of feeling a

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening short poem

I fell asleep at the wheel of my life In somnolent slumber I slid Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road While I from reality hid Days had no meaning, events left no mark Each breath unconsciously taken Smiling

Bayesian Inference

Bayesian Inference short poem

It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for

No Goodbyes

No Goodbyes short poem

It was that wicked drug, Not some contagious bug, That caused a goodbye without a hug. We certainly cried when you died, And our tears eventually just dried, Because your potential to shine was denied. Even though you are dead,

Quiet Time

Quiet Time short poem

I write beautiful poems in my quiet times, Sign that the universe delivers in silence – Great inspirations about love and crimes – With a poetic virtuoso ,I build my intelligence- Which I use to extract imaginative awareness- For the

Terror Trail

Terror Trail short poem

Shedding the wholeness of negation you arrive: fear was sweeping the floor when smoke screen of love was hung on blue morning, you groped for a hidden coin, lost in the woods of mania. Distinguishing a chaste word, without thought,

Waltzing Words.

Waltzing Words. short poem

Words have power to light fires of passion in the soul, making unsaid words waltz in unison of the hearts. Words are breath of life, a narrow line between, the real and declared, within one’s awareness of subtle meanings. Words

Life’s Daily Cycles

Lifes Daily Cycles short poem

Life’s daily cycles: Mind thinks, feels, dreams. Intellect reasons; Heart craves; The “I” deluded, thinks it acts, It enjoys, it suffers; Waking, dreaming, sleeping cycles. Each in Cycle their own, revel; In the dim background; The silent ever Wakeful Awareness,

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite

Resolutions

Resolutions prose poem

Repentance of things past and presence, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”. Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against,

Fight!

Fight! short poem

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Sorrow’s not a solution. Speak, do not become destructive. Stop destroying and burning buildings. Respect life; don’t take it from others. Drop your weapons;

Inner Peace

Inner Peace ode

The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode

Flight

Flight short poem

Whirling discus thrower controlled precision, spinning presence concentrated energy coiled awareness for that one release Watcher sees and knows at the moment of letting go this one will be good same dynamic for shot putter, javelin thrower conscious complex actions

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Stutter

Stutter short poem

I told-told you, I-I want y-you The sunshine blinded me but I thought an angel was talking to me So I started to, to stutter, because of your, your nice little voice And I didn’t care where I was, I

Now I Am Loved

Now I Am Loved prose poem

Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What

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Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

Season Of Ochre Robe

Season Of Ochre Robe short poem

Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and

Rosas Negras

Rosas Negras short poem

Measure the fathom when my ocean is calm, And pain shall be mortal, resting on your palm I promised you a dawn where no mourn shall break Sleep within my core as no pain shall wake The rain showed how

Loose Cannon

Loose Cannon prose poem

My mind is loose cannon.  Nobody has control over it.  Not even me! It shoots off fireballs in all directions in the fond hope that it will hit something.  Sometimes it succeeds in doing so.  And, sometimes it hits wrong

Who Is This John

Who Is This John long poem

Who is this that keeps me awake all night long, Who even my pride bows down, Who fills all the gaps in my puzzles? Who my world feels so huge without them, Who is the epitome of beauty; my prince,

Contrasting

Contrasting short poem

It did not stay in bed for long the ultimate. Clouds climbed down from immortality. The sick motherhood. We made love listening to winds draping our ashes. A father waited at the door. I am the sun I am the

I Love The Rain, But…

I Love The Rain, But... short poem

Overwhelmed, the sky precipitates, pouring its guts out; luckily I sit on the dry side of the pane, snugly… smugly… till… A pigeon flits, looking for its 6 inches, as all around birds fight for every inch; a dog dives

The Change

The Change long poem

His eyes start to shimmer, as the morning dew arrives, Like the reflection in a mirror, His whole story written in his eyes, The glassy film he’s wearing, hides the truth behind his lies, For as he’s moving on through

Just Another Journal Entry

Just Another Journal Entry prose poem

The thing about it is that I don’t know who I want to be with or if I want to be with anyone at all. I’ve spent my entire life being tied down to a lover, not ever knowing what

Oldie

Oldie short poem

One day I will meet you on a dirt track and ask about back yard where moon lives. Will you give me a kiss of the clock? I have forgotten the back years. Autumn now takes care of my assets

On Your Lips

On Your Lips short poem

On the lips of the lotus the softness of the rose is not there…. On the lips of the rose the pinkness of the lotus is not there…. But dear … on your sweet lips the pinkness of the lotus

The Moonlight Warrior

The Moonlight Warrior short poem

Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now short poem

Walk with me, till moon rises on the griefs of the dark, and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. On the erected dome when the golden leaves start a flame which throws up an image of a prophet. My

Better Know

Better Know short poem

I did not know , that I know but when I came to know that I know I tried to tell her I know but could not tell what I know she thought i don’t know what she know but

Birth Right

Birth Right prose poem

Tear these eyes out of these tired circle of bones, make them see beauty hidden beneath the frailness of lost perfection. The doom so seductively draped in velvet only to offer to the life dance. What I chose is whispered

Take Five

Take Five short poem

Twelve thousand days ago, give or take a few I tried counting up the seconds in a year But the numbers got out of hand, wouldn’t stay in line Wouldn’t act like numbers are supposed to I kept making mistakes,

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed