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Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: absence, addiction, allusion, angst, beauty, grief,

The Rose Ghost

Shadows dance behind her silver eyes
The ghost of her beauty struggling to show
A crimson rose amid the rage of thorns
Seemingly pure like the white of snow

Such a stupor of silence hangs above her
But it loses the battle in her mind
The silver key trembling in her ghostly finger
Attempting to lock up the heart inside

Never meant to be open, delicately curled
Her petals shouldn't seem foreign anymore
So she dances, silencing the screaming thorns
Leaving the key, now crimson, on the floor

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: addiction, death, depression, lust,

The Sphinx

Her feline grace reclined, 
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst 
in shaded groves they court with lies.

These men fell power drunk 
tripping on love’s wine; 
its tang turned acrid 
as they lapped the poisoned vine.

The once green forest cinder, 
no water for the lake was dry, 
The valley’s burnt to ashen gray 
and all She kissed have died. 

After:  The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907

For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 3
Kim Patrice Nunez
09 January 2016

Poem Details | by Samuel Lee |
Categories: abuse, addiction, allegory, death, funny, metaphor, water,

To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    

Poem Details | by James Hou |
Categories: addiction, anxiety, child, death,

Kids Were Playing

Kids were playing outside, in the playground.
Swing, slide, sandbox and Mary-go-round.

One was sitting inside, with bottle in one hand.
Thought of things that will never be comprehended.
Paper notes on the table, sketches of ideas.
Scrambled, messy, illogical, the Arcadia.
Revolver in the other hand, with bullets that wisely shine.
Shot was fired, point blank range, never miss.

Kids were still playing outside, in the playground.
Played, played, played, as death never be found.

Poem Details | by Kee Greene |
Categories: addiction, dark, death, depression, emotions, life, loneliness,

When I'm Dead and Gone

When I’m dead and gone

you’ll still be having fun.

Occasionally remembering

when we were under the sun.

When I’m dead and gone

tears will be shed.

Memories suddenly remembered

only to be overcome by dread. 

When I’m dead and gone

my body will be under ground.

But my *heart* will still be here,

you just won’t hear it’s sound.

When my soul is out of this body,

hear me when I say 

"I am still here”

"I didn’t go away”

Poem Details | by Sarah Gilley |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angst, death of a friend, pain, silence, teen,

The Jaws of Life Could Take Me Home Tonight

Wrestling the wreckage, I'm fading into darkness unknown.
My head is going straight to voicemail, missing calls from home.
These veins are erratically static, strung out on a backseat,
but the memory of music shall comfort me.
I am so scared, but trapped in such melody.
A bitter-sweet, temporary goodbye;
there isn't a stranger in sight to notice that I'm not alright.
In this night, take me back to simpler times,
when these wheels never spun out on the ice.
Pain has made me so slippery,
giving in to triggering trickery.
Please pray for me.
I am in need of jaws,
to bite off these flaws!
I am almost gone beyond repair.
God, I am so scared!

Poem Details | by Te Indi |
Categories: addiction, angst, bereavement, care, change,

Soft shell casing

Carcass evens out sand
Skin lands in your hands
Push pass tainted smiles for better lands
Call me
When we reach the peak of boiling
and I've sweat out all my provisions
I'll answer
No need to memorize nonsense 
in your numbers stead
I will always know your name
And it plays like the knocking of two outside a manger
There is nothing holy here 
but lessons taught in down times
And so I practice dance for ballrooms I will never tread
You have never and will never see me
Call me
and I'll tell you how it's supposed to go
and you can teach her, them
It's too pretty outside to lose my mind
but you have it
Blow heat on kerosene and burn down your own monument
I'm tired

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, analogy, angst, bereavement, fear,

The Man Who Went Offline

It wasn't hard to turn it off.
I felt like I was free.
Until I started missing life
connected virtually.

The world was now inside of me
and I was now it's slave.
Where fear of stepping out to be
was more than I could brave.

Poem Details | by Bette Bavington |
Categories: absence, addiction, bereavement, betrayal, death, education, loss,


Are in disguise
Working on our children's demise.
In our houses and on our streets
They give our children horrible treats.
The wolves lie of course
We're only parents what do we know? We talk until 
We're hoarse.
Don't listen, look, or even try
Or you could be the next one to die.
The wolves are smart they know what to chit chat
And to tat
Webs that are children are walking in to at a fast pace.
My tears I can't erase
I will never see your face 
Or feel your embrace
The only thing I could do was give you a resting place.

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: addiction, books, family, freedom, god, grief, paris,

Reader Rabbit

Reader Rabbit

Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up, 
in anticipation of the climatic finish. 

Yet sadly, 
the build-up...
was the part we savored, 
on the perfect path
to the right...
and everlasting

The beginning. 

Poem Details | by Disha Munot |
Categories: abuse, addiction, dark, death, death of a friend, depression, gothic,

Lovely Spring

Stressless and cheerful is the childhood ,
We had nothing to do but only to play  ,
Screams and laughs tastes of livelihood ,
For like glistening stars we lay .
Life so colourful ,
No eyebrows furrowed ,
But now so stressful ,
With smiles so narrowed .
Serious and caught up are we ,
No time to spare  ,
Endless nights awake we be ,
The twinkling eyes so rare .
Its summer now the spring has passed ,
Lots of memories  ,
Terribly missed ,
This is the reality away from the world of fantasies .

Poem Details | by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: addiction, death, literature,

Talking with Joyce

The frowning light of my desk lamp, the voice
of hell dissolved in strongest alcohol,
my drunk and naked shadow on the wall…
The printed wiki photo of James Joyce, 
who died of stomach ulcer, shakes his head,
seeing I drink Laphroaig from the inkwell.
It is all right for you, James, you may well 
speak of addictive practices: you’re dead,
you’ve been a famous novelist but I
yet have to be a famous and to die.

Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink

Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: addiction, analogy, assonance, bereavement, betrayal, blue, hope,

Beyond understanding why

Why are we sanitising gambling, 
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.

Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Christine Tansy |
Categories: abuse, addiction, corruption, death of a friend, environment, inspirational, society,

Death By Meth

The cause of his death 
Because he chose to do meth 
He started out with a line 
But it was no longer fine 
He started to smoke in a glass bowl 
He knows hes loosing his soul 
Feeling not one emotion
With the impulse of another notion
He desires to put it on a spoon 
Cooking it not to quick but not to soon 
He places it into the needle sticks it in him arm 
Starting to cause major bodily harm 
Instantly hes enjoying his high 
But doesnt even get to say goodbye 
Death decides its his time to go 
Just a thought...
But maybe he should have said 

Poem Details | by Patria Marsha Teodoro |
Categories: addiction, angel, art, grief, night, stars, universe,


Kathang-isip na mapagkunwari
Ginto'y sa dulo raw ng bahag-hari
Sa huling hininga bumabawi
Nasanay lang sa suwail na gawi.

Araw-araw sumasapit ang gabi
Mga tala'y lumayo sa tabi
Ang hangin lang ang madalas bumati
Tadhana'y sadyang mapaghiganti

Kung maari'y sayo ay lumagi
Giliw huwag na sanang tumanggi
Nawa ating kaluluwa'y mag-sapi
Sa daigdig nating mapang-api

Nagsidigmaan na ang mga lahi
Sa puso kong tinastas ang tahi
Sa'yo o sa leeg ba itatali?
Sakaling maitama ang mali.

  - PM, 2018 (Filipino poem written in Tagalog)

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: abuse, addiction, allusion, anger, anxiety, assonance, courage, crush, cry, death, deep, depression, desire, destiny, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, hate, health, heartbreak, heaven, how i feel, humanity, hurt, imagination, innocence, inspirational, lonely, music, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, political, poverty, power, prison, psychological, rap, rights, truth, usa, visionary, wisdom, youth,

I Don't Need Drugs

The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.

Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.

Poet till I die.

Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Poem Details | by Gillian Brown |
Categories: abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,


Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: absence, addiction, child, dark, death, vanity, wisdom,


Before I even watched your birth,
I had already failed you first.

Collecting bones in closets damned.
To proxies labor done withstand.

Mistakes go down with Jacks and cokes.
A childhood ends in perished hopes.

The years apart we will to stand.
Regret to always catch the man.

My sorrow carving name in stone,
A Father never dies alone.

Rob Carmack
Couplet : Iambic Tetrameter

Poem Details | by Louis Nathaniel |
Categories: addiction, cry, dark, death, loss,

Family Matters

Empty bottles lie strewn out on his floor
Tears stream down my face as we enter the morgue.

Poem Details | by Katie Christian |
Categories: addiction, bullying, death, deep, depression, society, suicide,

Suicide Girl

Cut your wrists,
And hope to die.
I think it's time to say goodbye.
Just close your eyes and go to sleep,
Before they can hear you weep.
Your heart was beating,
Now its not.
Covered in blood, 
You were gone.
You made the pain go away,
And ended your life that rainy day.
Your eyes were glassy and misted,
Your body unmoving and listless.
You left us without a doubt.
They pushed you over the ledge,
And you killed yourself with the razors sharp edge.
"No one cares" you thought
"Not even if I'm dead."
You were right,
They don't miss you.
Just another life down the drain,
No one would ever know your pain.

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,


They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.