Drugs Poems
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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.
Gorotika
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 10:03pm
16th Jan 2025 10:03pm
Apologies K2 and R0
One skinny bitch two, three and then four
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking...
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#death
#despair
39 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 1:08pm
16th Jan 2025 1:08pm
the last bus
The last bus
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness
26 reads
0 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
13th Jan 2025 1:36am
Expiration date
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
41 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
58 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Prisoner
Swallowed by shadows
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
#addiction
#alcohol
#depression
#drugs
#temptation
51 reads
0 Comments
buckaduck
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 12:34pm
11th Jan 2025 12:34pm
Nicotine
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
It calms the storms that swirl behind each thought,
If only I remain within this time,
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
The taste of night exhales the broken day
With each and every promise, sighs relent,
In dimmest pause, a fragile silence stay,
The taste of night exhales the broken day
We float along the hush that drifts between
Where haunted sorrows never weigh our breath,
The spirits always present, seldom seen,
We float along the hush that drifts between
It calms the storms that swirl behind each thought,
If only I remain within this time,
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
The taste of night exhales the broken day
With each and every promise, sighs relent,
In dimmest pause, a fragile silence stay,
The taste of night exhales the broken day
We float along the hush that drifts between
Where haunted sorrows never weigh our breath,
The spirits always present, seldom seen,
We float along the hush that drifts between
#tobacco
44 reads
1 Comment
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:07am
11th Jan 2025 10:07am
Campfire
I’m deep in a draught
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
#alcohol
37 reads
1 Comment
Pete_25
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:02am
6th Jan 2025 10:02am
She Drinks...
#addiction
#depression
64 reads
15 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 10:13pm
4th Jan 2025 10:13pm
this darkness isn't big enough for two
I don't want to be alone with you
in the dark tonight
trading scars and spilling darkness
like cheap cask wine
because alcoholics
don't buy nice things
and our souls don't know
how to aim for top shelf destruction
We are discarded art
half drawn and torn in strange places
I tried to tape you back together
but you wrapped me up
in your co-dependence
and I was too lonely to cut you off
because like every drug
that's picked me up to let me fall
you got inside and gave me something
I never...
in the dark tonight
trading scars and spilling darkness
like cheap cask wine
because alcoholics
don't buy nice things
and our souls don't know
how to aim for top shelf destruction
We are discarded art
half drawn and torn in strange places
I tried to tape you back together
but you wrapped me up
in your co-dependence
and I was too lonely to cut you off
because like every drug
that's picked me up to let me fall
you got inside and gave me something
I never...
#addiction
#emptiness
#friendship #loneliness
#friendship #loneliness
126 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 10:58am
4th Jan 2025 10:58am
the ghost
The Ghost
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we...
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we...
#courage
#kindness
#love
33 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
Methamphetamine
Needles were never meant to pierce your skin.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#grief
#SelfHarm
103 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free—...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
78 reads
2 Comments
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