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.
drone
Poem Published
Today 11:13am
Today 11:13am
Controling Your Personalitys
There are
different layers
different levels
Like
a multi story car park
within your mind
and every car
that you see
is but just
a different aspect
of thee
different layers
different levels
Like
a multi story car park
within your mind
and every car
that you see
is but just
a different aspect
of thee
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
10 reads
0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZinNNniZ
ZinNNniZ
Poem Published
Today 8:28am
Today 8:28am
BOTTOMS UP ROCK BOTTOM
With a vison like hawk in your blindside where they stalk and you finally reach the top but the chains you can't unlock now you're fukkin finding out it's Rock bottom.On my hands and knees and Imma looking for a rock from a mile away blindfolded in the dark and seeing spots I can spot'em,connecting dots and smoking pot dry and dead like in the autumn rock bottom.I count the cost and add the loss I drew my lines I kriss and kross I stood behind but now I crossed my brain was bitten by the frost my eye's I cross the T's I dot'em.In the end where I begin only fiends there was no friends and all...
#nostalgia
17 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Today 3:38am
Today 3:38am
Leah Marie
My dear chylde
lay
in hospital
many days now, trying, (at age 31),
to dodge
the dire effects, (liver/kidney) of
(blessed fckn) a l c o h o l...........
'tis a most painful mthrfckr of a deal /
(believe You me)
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lay
in hospital
many days now, trying, (at age 31),
to dodge
the dire effects, (liver/kidney) of
(blessed fckn) a l c o h o l...........
'tis a most painful mthrfckr of a deal /
(believe You me)
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#grief
#death
#illness
20 reads
2 Comments
ParadoxZero
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:40am
Yesterday 8:40am
Wasteland
Toxic spills and dollar bills
Hollow needles, poppin pills
An empty void; those may fill
I feel like trash in a garbage pail
Where ships once sailed
They sink and fail
Burnt bridges and broken rails
Birds that once flew
Now flop and flail
Like dying fish upon the banks
I said no because it’d be like this
Starting fresh, and climbing ranks
Feeling angry, feeling blue
I rebuild and start anew
I’ve been here once
A time or two
Broken bottles and shattered pipes
I’m a wasteland
Useless, and just not right
Hollow needles, poppin pills
An empty void; those may fill
I feel like trash in a garbage pail
Where ships once sailed
They sink and fail
Burnt bridges and broken rails
Birds that once flew
Now flop and flail
Like dying fish upon the banks
I said no because it’d be like this
Starting fresh, and climbing ranks
Feeling angry, feeling blue
I rebuild and start anew
I’ve been here once
A time or two
Broken bottles and shattered pipes
I’m a wasteland
Useless, and just not right
#depression
#drugs
#addiction
21 reads
2 Comments
Tigershen
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 10:47pm
22nd Jun 2018 10:47pm
Sweetest paralysis
Dawning off the new age,
New wave ,
Chasing you is like the sweetest paralysis,
I can't feel you anymore,
My veins seep,
Yearn for your cold hard prick,
Not phallus,
That Golden brown,
Liquid, that turns an insipid existence,
Turns a matrix of malevolence,
Twisted circumstance,
Make you pimp your morals,
In its darkest hours ,
You will sell more than your coffee table and home,
I won't think twice knifing your throat,
Talking to you mother, ...
New wave ,
Chasing you is like the sweetest paralysis,
I can't feel you anymore,
My veins seep,
Yearn for your cold hard prick,
Not phallus,
That Golden brown,
Liquid, that turns an insipid existence,
Turns a matrix of malevolence,
Twisted circumstance,
Make you pimp your morals,
In its darkest hours ,
You will sell more than your coffee table and home,
I won't think twice knifing your throat,
Talking to you mother, ...
#sadness
#anger
#jealousy
#grief
#denial
20 reads
1 Comment
babajava
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 3:24am
22nd Jun 2018 3:24am
Plant Talk
The plant that grew behind the house
was tall and proud.
I called my friend Sativa.
She lived a good life in the warm Sonoran Sun.
Fall came and she was hung in
the living room to dry
She gave me a bud to put in my pipe
and after a puff or two she began to talk.
And this is what she said:
“There are plants that have a
similar nature to mankind and they are healing.
Then there are other plants that have an opposite nature to mankind and those are poison.
She also said that Marijuana is particularly similar to my own nature and that I...
was tall and proud.
I called my friend Sativa.
She lived a good life in the warm Sonoran Sun.
Fall came and she was hung in
the living room to dry
She gave me a bud to put in my pipe
and after a puff or two she began to talk.
And this is what she said:
“There are plants that have a
similar nature to mankind and they are healing.
Then there are other plants that have an opposite nature to mankind and those are poison.
She also said that Marijuana is particularly similar to my own nature and that I...
#nature
#marijuana
#TruthOfLife
27 reads
3 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 6:49pm
19th Jun 2018 6:49pm
Rise From the Dirt inst. by Mors
Feel like I'm floating away, God
Counting down them days I
See heaven above- hell is on earth
Levels of pain I know how to hurt
Feel like living in cursed
Vivid as liquid give me rebirth
I feel so deep - I feel my worth
Feeling so grounded - I rise from dirt
Nothing stays the same, God
Show me the way through change I
Fall down a lot, fuck up I got-
Problems mostly corrupting my thought
No one can save me
Let alone make me
Break me shake me
Ever so...
Counting down them days I
See heaven above- hell is on earth
Levels of pain I know how to hurt
Feel like living in cursed
Vivid as liquid give me rebirth
I feel so deep - I feel my worth
Feeling so grounded - I rise from dirt
Nothing stays the same, God
Show me the way through change I
Fall down a lot, fuck up I got-
Problems mostly corrupting my thought
No one can save me
Let alone make me
Break me shake me
Ever so...
#heroin
#addiction
53 reads
7 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 11:57am
19th Jun 2018 11:57am
the meth diaries~the never ending struggle
tonight will be an all nighter
I snorted about ten dollars worth
one line is all it takes with ice
I've tried to quit but failed
it's not the pain
but the loss of the gifts
the ability to write
my mind flooded with ideas
when I come down i'm empty
couldn't put two words together if I tried
yeah I used to write without it
but then I was an alcoholic
I don't know what I am now
a lady stuck in a game
playing to stay alive
possessed with the need to create I press on
if one day my words were...
I snorted about ten dollars worth
one line is all it takes with ice
I've tried to quit but failed
it's not the pain
but the loss of the gifts
the ability to write
my mind flooded with ideas
when I come down i'm empty
couldn't put two words together if I tried
yeah I used to write without it
but then I was an alcoholic
I don't know what I am now
a lady stuck in a game
playing to stay alive
possessed with the need to create I press on
if one day my words were...
#drugs
#addiction
68 reads
12 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
18th Jun 2018 2:52pm
18th Jun 2018 2:52pm
ill
Wake up in a pile of needles
Hypnotic suggestion
Narcotic ingestion
The disease keeps coming back for more
Hypnotic suggestion
Narcotic ingestion
The disease keeps coming back for more
#drugs
#addiction
37 reads
2 Comments
crowfly
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 8:50pm
16th Jun 2018 8:50pm
A Little Weed
At one time I began to drift
Words wafted into a rift
Landed hard on Saturday
Their sense lost along the way
I've tried to organize my thoughts
Poured a multitude of shots
At the last I drew a blank
Another writer in the tank
Now I'm living high and dry
My smoke curling to the sky
The vodka didn't fill this need
For inklings with a little weed.
Words wafted into a rift
Landed hard on Saturday
Their sense lost along the way
I've tried to organize my thoughts
Poured a multitude of shots
At the last I drew a blank
Another writer in the tank
Now I'm living high and dry
My smoke curling to the sky
The vodka didn't fill this need
For inklings with a little weed.
#marijuana
78 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 10:26am
16th Jun 2018 10:26am
depression 2
Depression 2
I was often jealous of my brother he had what I lacked
which was charm and people were drawn to him
he was intelligently knowledgeable without demonstrating
his aptitude and when someone said a stupid thing he smiled
And refrain from stinging anyone with sarcasm.
Where he worked and when the management had a problem
with the workforce, they came to him for advice.
But he had a dark side he could be absent, silent and sat
drinking for the day, at such a time no one came near him.
Then suddenly he snapped out of it and was his old...
I was often jealous of my brother he had what I lacked
which was charm and people were drawn to him
he was intelligently knowledgeable without demonstrating
his aptitude and when someone said a stupid thing he smiled
And refrain from stinging anyone with sarcasm.
Where he worked and when the management had a problem
with the workforce, they came to him for advice.
But he had a dark side he could be absent, silent and sat
drinking for the day, at such a time no one came near him.
Then suddenly he snapped out of it and was his old...
#brother
#sister
#children
#memories
#separation
39 reads
2 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
16th Jun 2018 00:42am
16th Jun 2018 00:42am
15 days clean
Pen to paper make the change
Lost in life I can't erase
Find my soul - trail of grace
No more time to contimplate
Oblivion is history.
Lost in life I can't erase
Find my soul - trail of grace
No more time to contimplate
Oblivion is history.
#heroin
#addiction
53 reads
4 Comments
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