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Poetry is my choice of drug.
It gets me feeling very high,
Until I leap like a toad frog,
And make me feel alright.

Poetry is my feel good drug.
I Sniff for ideas like a dog,
It warms me up like a coffee mug
And make me float like a log.

Poetry is my ultimate drug.
I hit it hard, line after line.
Afterward, I just hit the rug,
Feeling very good and smile.

Poetry is my version of ecstasy
I party wild with many words.
And like a poet going crazy,
I just imagine and flaunt words.


© IB-Poetry
31/10/2018
I don't do drugs...
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
Lil Lalo
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet
and perhaps you are too,
But the roses have wilted,
the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty
And your wrists are stained with red,
The sun isn't shining,
The sky isn't clear,
there's no silver lining because your gone
Rain keeps pouring,
There's no end in sight,
you're standing there frozen
so far from the light,
Your beauties unreal,
your smile the sun,
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone,
The words you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much, please don't cry when I die"
A bond that we formed,
a love that ran deep,
a pain that we shared,
a friend I could keep,
I wanted to hold you,
wipe the tears from your eyes,
been there the moment you said your goodbyes,
I want to forget but sometimes I don't,
I want to let go,
but I know that I won't,
Tears on my face,
memories burned in my head,
The roses have wilted,
The violets have died....
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
adept
no, i didn’t forgive you
out of love mercy or
sympathy.
i forgave because
someday i would need the same
treatment
W - T - D
We say the same things, same things that we've said.
I wish our words meant more than words can mean.
So little can be said without the heart
Expanding, fighting, breaking, growing old.
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
L
Train
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
L
What good is it to want things.
So much longing.
So little input.
It's beautiful, no gauge for perfection,

no scale of 1 to 10,

It coulda been better,
if I coulda seen it with you

in the best years of my life.


It's still, beautiful.
This has pictures at kenpepiton.com, add some slow acoustic plain folk music in the back ground, and weep a lonely tear with all the lonely people, wherever they come from.
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
L
Oh,
 Oct 2018 Jasmine dryer
L
Oh,
Oh. I am in pain.  


Well would ya look at that.  

Still walkin an ****.  

Thats me.  

Walking and breathing and living.  

Im stubborn like that.
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