'cyanide' poems - Hello Poetry

pat caldecott Jun 2011

Cyanide

pat caldecott Jun 2011

Cyanide

Once again I return to feel the hurt the pain
Addicted to your cyanide
That’s driving me insane

Ride upon this sickening ride surf upon its tide
Feel it rotting out my brain
You are my cyanide

As a child upon the bed I’d think to stop the chain
Small doses of your cyanide
Were coursing in my vein

I didn’t know and so I ate whatever you’d provide
Given the things that you’d obtain
The bitter cyanide

Only poison in your heart things that you’d been fed
Force fed on the cyanide
Lead me where your led

Steele Mar 2015

Smoke and Cyanide

Steele Mar 2015

Smoke and Cyanide

Blades of smoke pass through my hair,
Cutting; oxidising; as the smoke is slowly rising
through the tower of my power as I vainly gasp for air.

Cyanide, it seems, can comfort me a while,
as I'm breathing; screaming and repeating
smoky words into the floor's mute bathroom tile.

But my power is all gone; all wrong.
Oxidise: Cyanide.
Once more into my lungs.

I've been quitting about a month now, and **** is it hard. It shouldn't still be this hard, right? Jesus.

#addiction #pain #smoke #smoking #blade #blades #cyanide

Loren W Ebeling Esq Nov 2012

Punk Rock and Cyanide

Loren W Ebeling Esq Nov 2012

Punk Rock and Cyanide

Don't knock what you've never tried
Lock box with a heart inside
Six shots from a forty five
Punk rock makes you come alive

Black-hawks in the clear blue sky
It's ad hoc but you can just get by
On Poprocks and cyanide
Tick-tock time to decide

What made you think that you could take me down?
The method's flawed, but the strategies sound.
What made you try to hold me back?
I hope you're ready for the counter-attack.

Backhand and you feel the heat
Grandstand 'till you take a seat
Kickstand just to keep your feet
Firsthand watch you admit defeat

Sam Hammond Nov 2018

My Cyanide Soul

Sam Hammond Nov 2018

My Cyanide Soul

Deep inside, and petrified,
Within my soul is cyanide,
Sitting, waiting patiently
For chances to escape from me.
For this reason it seems decent,
Fit to logic, moral reason,
That I keep my soul contained
And every single part arranged
Behind a face I've froze in place.
Dull of sense, of thought, of taste.
Trapped inside is where resides
My awful soul of cyanide.

#rhyme #short #soul #depression #poision

Nicole Dec 2011

cyanide

Nicole Dec 2011

cyanide

I drank the cyanide tonight
I was tired of it all.
I drank the whole thing
And to the floor I did fall.

I remember now
As I lay here in a coma
Why I took the first sip.
It's your fault.
I was going down
And you sat by,
Watched me slip.

As I lay here dying
I feel the anger swell
Why didn't you try to save me?
You know what I feel

But even as I die
I somehow find it in me to forgive
I'm crying inside
I change my mind!
I want to live!

Guess it's too late now.
Seems everyone has given up on me
Why did I take that drink?
Why was death my dream?

I'll never know,
It's too late now.
I'm taking my
Last faint breath

I'm sorry mom
I'm sorry dad
And bro, I'm so sorry
I'm leavin' you

Dear family
Dear friends
And everyone else who cared
I'm sorry I had to go

I did what I always did best
But don't worry
It's all over
I made my final mistake.

I drank the cyanide tonight
I was tired of it all.
I drank the whole thing
And to the floor I did fall.

SabreLi Dec 2016

Going, Going, Gone

SabreLi Dec 2016

Going, Going, Gone

They tell me it’s the lesser of two evils
But I’m not sure that’s a fact
Sometimes I think it’s best to leave you to your demons
They’ve got you this far in tact

Either way I can’t stop the progression
This deadly routine’s for your own protection
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
When I know it’s eating you up inside
Like a private supply of cyanide

Going, going, gone
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone

I know there’ll be times that you will disagree
But just between you and me
When they tell us over again that two’s company
I feel like we are three

But they don’t matter, all my objections
This deadly routine‘s become your obsession
There are no winners here, there’s far too much at stake
Do I stand by and let them feed you to the rattlesnake?
And I know it's killing you from inside
Like a private supply of cyanide

Going, going, gone
I see you today but who knows where you’ll be tomorrow
Going, going, gone
Slipping through my fingers to a place that I can’t follow
Going, going, gone
Your own private cyanide’s a bitter pill to swallow
Going, going, gone

Every day I see you drift further away
And there’s only so much I can pray
I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
Soon you’ll disappear without a trace

Going, going, gone

Copyright © 2016-2017 KF

Another one written with multiple interpretations is mind, but mostly about someone suffering from ill mental health whose medication changes them so much they are not the same person any more. Is the cost too great; to sacrifice your self for a few moments of 'normality' when we don't even know what that is?

#mentalhealth #rattlesnake #cyanide #sabreli #goinggoinggone

Lexander J Apr 2015

Dreams Of Cyanide And Citrus

Lexander J Apr 2015

Dreams Of Cyanide And Citrus

From within a blackened heart
spawns madnesses twisted Invictus,
a severed head sat atop a plinth, filled
with decaying thoughts of cyanide and citrus,

completely crazy, inverted, perverted,
infected with an insanity that dances from the eyes -
pouting lips tempestuous and alluring
from the tip of a tongue he sews insidious lies,

roosting upon the bleeding emotions of others
a vile disassociation sanity can't pertain,
charred lips from suckling the ******* of Hell
the back-broke miracle nature refuses to explain,

exhaling noxious fumes, a pyro-manic incense,
one soul re-arranged, deranged and blisteringly intense;

so much so, it disgusts me beyond words -

so kick the rotten apple,

watch the maggots writhe within thou sour curds.

Nico Reznick Jan 2017

There Are No Right Answers

Nico Reznick Jan 2017

There Are No Right Answers

There are no right answers.
The sky rejects the birds, turns them
over to gravity,
embedding them in the concrete and dirt.
The grit refuses to become a pearl,
just as the wound refuses to heal
and the flesh eats itself.
The market sees a sudden spike in
sales of Champagne and cyanide.
Coordinated efforts seek and fail
to curtail the rising tide of violence
in the nation's dreaming.
You realise that this crude, barbaric language
that you can't understand
is your own.
Beauty glitches and pixelates.
Frightened, furtive confessions of love
are unheard over proud, visceral
proclamations of hate.
Tongues divorce mouths.
Every now and then, a voice
inside your head says,
'Thud.'
The measures of sanity become
more quantifiable and
totally arbitrary.
The horizon
tightens
like
a noose.

It doesn't matter if this is wrong.
There are no right answers.

Spoken Word Video: https://youtu.be/wGxRvuMWCig

#gloomy #politics #abstract #mood #january #fascism #zeitgeist

Melissa Blair Jun 2014

My Cyanide Shadow

Melissa Blair Jun 2014

My Cyanide Shadow

I'll be drowning in my own cyanide shadow
Strangled by the fear of the other side of my soul
Frantically clawing my way through this saturnine existence
Trying to regain any small remnant of innocence you stole

Falling from grace, burning from the flames within
Ashes billowing through the air like uncontained Hell
Remembering every movement, each scar you left
And the lessons you taught me, I learned them well

Waiting for the kiss of liquid death to embrace me
While watching crimson gold seep through the cracks
The random bloodstained paintings on my arms
Guide my soul like a map through this latest relapse

I beg of you, forgive me, you see me as a sin
I'm the mistake you never intended to make
So you left me in my own personal pit of despair
A pit that you allowed daddy to help create

Why didn't you answer when I screamed your name?
Why didn't you protect your daughter, mum?
Why did you offer me to them as a sacrifice?
Abandoning me to myself, cold, lifeless, numb

I know you'll never answer me, I'm wasting my time
Just like I know that I'm much better off dead
So I'll inhale another breath of my cyanide shadow
And lay down my weary, storm-ridden head

𝒜𝓍𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 Feb 2023

cyanide eyes

𝒜𝓍𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 Feb 2023

cyanide eyes

You see me
I see you
A ******* snake
No more secrets to hide
Only to prey away on my ego
Your cyanide eyes fill my heart with chole
Rising like a current
washing over my body
Wants to give you what you deserve
But my intuition is stronger than my actions
I must resist
"Thou shall not ****"

"chole" comes from the Homeric belief as a form of anger, cruelty and ruthlessness. it appears as a black liquid that fills the heart, and makes us say things we don't mean to when we're angry

#anger #pain #hate

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