Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
This section is for poems about drug use, addiction and side effects, along with poetry describing experiences on drugs. This includes alcohol, tobacco and recreational drugs like cocaine, cannabis, meth, and heroin. It also covers poetry about medical prescription drugs like Valium, Ritalin, Prozac and other anti-depressants. In fact, poems written about any mind altering chemical can be found here. The "drugs poems" category contains writing by recreational drug and alcohol users, and people who have had significant experiences with drugs through medical treatment. It also includes poems written by those who have observed drug use first hand, from being around users or addicts. There will be poems here presenting opinions both for and against drug use, they are the views of individual poets and not the Deep Underground Poetry website.
Drenched Veshti
Evening lights on, string ones with bulbs.
Under marquees by the stage
On spring grass.
The local boys
In vegan lederhosen
Were playing the alpenhorn
Me, for one, would love
A 90s fuzzed out gem
And swipe off the lederhosen
For a dirndl.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Nothing.
So I’m reduced to watching the boys play
Wickett’s fireworks across the lake
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
Cold fire confetti in the sky.
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
More confetti. ...
#night #alcohol
No Mickeys / The Stench Won’t Go

the way of a marriage
On the bus 8 to Garston, I met my future wife; I was going
to meet someone at the British Legion, something about
a job as a cook on a ship. At an outdoor, we bought cans of
cokes and a bottle of rum.
I thought she was the kindest woman; I had ever met.
We married, and people I didn’t like came to our reception
like my brothers-in-laws
Dreams never last on cook’s wages, awake one morn
no smell of coffee from downstairs; she had gone out
and left a note: “Get a Job, you drunken slob!”
I took a bus to Albert Dock,...
Off The Road
It happens seven times a week but at least the week happens
We’re living and that’s the only thing that cares
One box for two we figured
We learnt the hard way that if you start early enough it’s not enough for one
The early bird gets the numbers
And the numbers pile up
Off to the store for more!
Think we got enough glass for two?
Easily and then some
In and out and back home or at least someone’s home
Starting from scratch, it wasn’t long before the pile grew back
All box like and different colours
“Where’s my...
Waking Up
"I used to be just like you
Feeling depressed
Trying to pull myself through
I used to smoke
I used to drink
Now I have an air tank rolling around
Throwing up blood in the sink
I was young once too
Now, I'm in my 50s
My liver is totaled from the bottles
I don't think I'll make it to my 60s
I was a crazy bitch
Did whatever I pleased
Now I'm looking back
Take it back! Begging on my knees
If I could change one thing
I would change it all
Like having sex out of anger
Just by making one...
walking across campus
walking across
campus
tripping on acid
for the fiftieth
straight
day
heard the bells
of the chapel
ringing
thought it was
God talking to
me
I didn't
listen
Can't stay sober
I've tried my best but I can't stay sober
I tried to walk the path
You knew ide fail I heard you laugh
All I wanted was closure
I tried my best but couldn't stay sober
I attempted to walk the walk
You wanted me to fail I heard you talk
I guess I'm no soldier
I tried my best I can't stay sober
I couldn't take the necessary steps
You was right just like you guessed
I'm on the program
What's the difference
He replied
Its all the same
Liquid hand cuffs
or
On the needle forever crucified
Just dead bugs beneath the cracks
you and i baby
Tragedy
Another lifeless junkie
By the tracks
Judge thee not
To Da Victor…

An Addict’s Sermon

A provoking precursor
I wonder am I the only person that still has that one clock that still has yet to be set back an hour since past fall? Beside the fact I've had numerous occasions to spring forward, still falling back becoming pleasantly pleased then surprisingly surprised because I had an extra hour to play with to preside over and reside, So I thought. Not remembering that I forgot or was it forgetting to remember, either way I failed to recall that I hadn't set the hands back? However it appears that my...
#TimeHeals #SelfWorth
Dreamy and rosy
It is cloudy
Dark
But dreamy
And rosy
This time
Unlike one hour before
My dearest pill.