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.
Drugs.....Drugs.....Drugs......Lick
Snort son it is not good
Look auntees u rich
I snort in the hood
This awetly lick and
She be a fine bitch
Look auntees u rich
Y'all sound like a snitch
I even drink it in
Alcohol devinaire wine
It attracts the derriere
Da derriere so fine
Drugs.....Drugs.....Drugs
This Lick Awetly truly knows
Whether snort or champagne even
My flavad for female flows
The Gift of Ruin
gifter of pain
shallow whims and beauty
distained
silence and not
suffering truth
a parade of lies
broken in two
#frustration #denial
In Love With The Drugs

Thug Snort
As I look back while on the run
Police on my tail falling
Though hit still I am balling
It's only a graze wound
But I can't be taking alive
They hate me a thug
Not worth the tears to my eyes
This Snort in my body
Knows who we do be
I drink her too of this
Ah granduer epitome
U be dark she said
To it u must retreat
Kill all the way there
And snort again in peace
The drug deal went bad
But we all got away as we came
And still made the proper exchanges ...
bliss with a mushy twist
tinted lights; I'd personally like to go with a dark blue; her on top of me-i'd admire her "body work"-tattoos(wordplay); her hair smells of a fruit mix shampoo....
I'd like to get lost in you; time? what's that? we don't have a clue; drowning in the bliss like the deep blue;
tinted lights; now you choose; what's your favorite color in our escape room? I just want to stay here; and screw....screw the daylight and the nightlife-this room-there's nothing quite like.......
Change Equals Manifestation
I sense the beating of your heart within brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment.
You wait...
Calling Me
Running to it is me
It is the passion
Of my divine ecstacy
Sweet is this blend
Coke heart and me
Chilling alone in
This fizz of ecstacy
#evil #UnrequitedLove
Dead Leaves & Devotion
eyes wilder
than a cemetery dog
off leash and pawing
at her master's grave
but I cannot help
She is screaming
if and if and if
then and then and then
a flurry of promises
anythings and everythings
to fuck her poison again
but I will not help
She is begging
with the rage of an empty cup
tearing at the cage
where the demons
burn to escape
but I must not feed their flames
She is curled in a ball
a cradle of dead leaves
crushed...
Day On The Bay With Father - The Boat
going Sailing with dad
the one avocation
for which he has passion
sneaking out of our cul de sac
sailboat in tow
a 19 foot O’Day Daysailer
big enough to have a cabin
small enough for a centerboard
For if much bigger
It would have fixed keel
That we couldn’t
transport with trailer
The flagship
In our family fleet
with only one other
vessel a member
seven foot, eleven inch,
bathtub-like dinghy
mysteriously named an El Toro
with mast, sail, centerboard rudder ...
Mother's Baby
Mother, can you hear me?
Please show me that you care
for I can do nothing here
except exist in despair.
Mother, please listen.
You are making us both sick.
Slowly you are destroying us
with every needle prick.
Mother, I do not want to die
or for you to die as well.
If you do not stop this drug abuse
we know the future will.
Mother, I so need you
and I need you to be strong.
Please be healthy for us both,
together we belong.
Mother, I so love you ...
A TRIP Through the Forest
Colours splash with every footstep
Communing with ethereal brethren
A journey with neither start nor end
Timid Creatures rejoice and embrace
Third eyes brimming with deliverance
Sacred geometry dances under the skin
Crawling with phosphorous possibilities
Moonlight and sunshine entwined
Opening hidden realms in abundance
A kaleidoscope of eternal dwellings
Archangels hide despising the light
Thunderstorms of ghostlike apparitions
Descend upon awakened consciousness
A...
The Boy
Sent the boy into oblivion
Crying out for a fathers soul
Chained to the bottom of of an ocean
Hate and ignorance
A world of addiction and despair
Led the boy
To the bottom of the ocean
The boy obsessed with evil spirits
Championed drug-fueled nights
Where Stolen cars and violence
The boys heart darkened
Days measured with empty bottles
And Tears shed from a suicide
That left the boy
Drowning in the ocean
Where junkies are your idols
And Happiness is the enemy ...
#addiction #despair