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.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:06am
Yesterday 9:06am
The chain of pills
I dont want to be on drugs forever
I know my wants don't matter anymore
My blood would kill me the moment I stop
My mind would spiral down to the darkest depths
So I swallow the pills... Of various unlovely colors
Colors of off dark greens, pale browns and sickly egg shell white
They stick to my tongue and cause my face to scrunch up in disgust
I know they make them nasty on purpose
It's so you don't enjoy taking them
But I'll be taking this drug the rest of my life
And who the fuck would take blood thinners for fun
Couldn't they make...
I know my wants don't matter anymore
My blood would kill me the moment I stop
My mind would spiral down to the darkest depths
So I swallow the pills... Of various unlovely colors
Colors of off dark greens, pale browns and sickly egg shell white
They stick to my tongue and cause my face to scrunch up in disgust
I know they make them nasty on purpose
It's so you don't enjoy taking them
But I'll be taking this drug the rest of my life
And who the fuck would take blood thinners for fun
Couldn't they make...
#illness
#PTSD
#despair
#disability
#weakness
24 reads
0 Comments
Opentotheskies
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 4:49pm
13th Aug 2022 4:49pm
Breaking...
Camera rolling
...
........
...........
Arms fall
Pulse slowing
Sweat cooling
Nails splintered
Colour fading
Hair so ragged
Lips, true blue
Eyes that reflect black
Not coming back
Bleakness surrounding
Stillness announcing
.............
.......
....
..
Cut.
...
........
...........
Arms fall
Pulse slowing
Sweat cooling
Nails splintered
Colour fading
Hair so ragged
Lips, true blue
Eyes that reflect black
Not coming back
Bleakness surrounding
Stillness announcing
.............
.......
....
..
Cut.
#dark
#death
#addiction
41 reads
4 Comments
Ace_Avery
Clint Avery
Clint Avery
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 3:04pm
10th Aug 2022 3:04pm
Misuse
I've been sober for days,
and the urge
to use
is profound.
I've been using
people
more and more,
to sooth
the needle picking
at my skin.
They don't mind
to help out,
even if it's just to
take my mind
off having a relapse.
The messages keep me
in a state of reply,
responding to all
the social media platforms
has me wondering if
they truely care about me,
or about themselves
and how they'll feel
when I'm gone.
Do I write back,
or keep...
and the urge
to use
is profound.
I've been using
people
more and more,
to sooth
the needle picking
at my skin.
They don't mind
to help out,
even if it's just to
take my mind
off having a relapse.
The messages keep me
in a state of reply,
responding to all
the social media platforms
has me wondering if
they truely care about me,
or about themselves
and how they'll feel
when I'm gone.
Do I write back,
or keep...
#addiction
54 reads
0 Comments
Elenore
Poem Published
9th Aug 2022 8:30am
9th Aug 2022 8:30am
Empty Choices
The voices follow you and torment you.
They torture your mind with unsympathetic apathy. Your life is chaotic. You can't turn any of it off.
Your fears chase away what little truth of sanity is left. You are terrified to ask for help. You are terrified to trust. You are running out of choices. You're drowning in a river of paranoia. But you are determined.
Pain pierces your poor choices and desires. You descend into depths of darkness. What you treasure is in the light at the end of the tunnel.
Silence will challenge you to trust. Look into the tunnel...
They torture your mind with unsympathetic apathy. Your life is chaotic. You can't turn any of it off.
Your fears chase away what little truth of sanity is left. You are terrified to ask for help. You are terrified to trust. You are running out of choices. You're drowning in a river of paranoia. But you are determined.
Pain pierces your poor choices and desires. You descend into depths of darkness. What you treasure is in the light at the end of the tunnel.
Silence will challenge you to trust. Look into the tunnel...
#alcohol
#addiction
60 reads
0 Comments
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 8:32pm
6th Aug 2022 8:32pm
She's gone
This isn't a poem,
Only a sad reminder
The creator of these poems
Is now gone forever
She was doing so well
Avoiding her addictions
And like that she was gone
Without any predictions
Taken from us
A talent all so rare
The feeling in my heart
Nothing within compare
Words cannot describe
This feeling of loss
Not just for me
Much more than lots
Im nothing of a poet
Which her dear soul was
But I needed to try
To pay at any cost
The world has truly lost ...
Only a sad reminder
The creator of these poems
Is now gone forever
She was doing so well
Avoiding her addictions
And like that she was gone
Without any predictions
Taken from us
A talent all so rare
The feeling in my heart
Nothing within compare
Words cannot describe
This feeling of loss
Not just for me
Much more than lots
Im nothing of a poet
Which her dear soul was
But I needed to try
To pay at any cost
The world has truly lost ...
#kindness
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
#emotions
82 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 1:01pm
6th Aug 2022 1:01pm
Preying on a miracle
I ain't a poet and I know it
I harnessed the uncontrollable and I can't control it
Getting down to the brassed fact in the glassed crack
A rider to die for again
some more will I ever know it
I ain't a writer and I think I show it
What a hard row it is to hoe but I gotta sew it
A bad day above ground is better than any good day spent below it
Expressionism through colorful euphemisms with multi-dimensional words
Can be overthought and under sought as I disclosed to enclose it
The stagnant bottleneck from the asymmetrical to...
I harnessed the uncontrollable and I can't control it
Getting down to the brassed fact in the glassed crack
A rider to die for again
some more will I ever know it
I ain't a writer and I think I show it
What a hard row it is to hoe but I gotta sew it
A bad day above ground is better than any good day spent below it
Expressionism through colorful euphemisms with multi-dimensional words
Can be overthought and under sought as I disclosed to enclose it
The stagnant bottleneck from the asymmetrical to...
#hope
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
91 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 11:27pm
5th Aug 2022 11:27pm
Skin Deep
That moment
When you run out of skins
Feeling thin
Life
Is surely only
Skin deep
But you cant
Roll a cigarette
With skin
Unless you're
Particularly weird
And the mystery
Of history
"Avocado's
Are named
After testicles!"
by Jemia
When you run out of skins
Feeling thin
Life
Is surely only
Skin deep
But you cant
Roll a cigarette
With skin
Unless you're
Particularly weird
And the mystery
Of history
"Avocado's
Are named
After testicles!"
by Jemia
#sex
#satirical
#funny
49 reads
0 Comments
cashambition
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 3:32pm
5th Aug 2022 3:32pm
patience is a virtue
#UnrequitedLove
33 reads
2 Comments
kissthesky
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 9:24am
5th Aug 2022 9:24am
take a bow
the art of suffering
becomes a balancing act
once you begin
to understand that
mediocrity
is a desirable objective
when posed
comparably
to the looming shadows
of sleeping poppy fields-
certain to
foist their authority;
autocratic in gesture,
emblazoning a blueprint
of forged ambiguity
upon a flesh bound canvas
woven together by
the tactile essence
of exposed vulnerability
and however grueling an experience
to sift through
the tiny flecks of...
becomes a balancing act
once you begin
to understand that
mediocrity
is a desirable objective
when posed
comparably
to the looming shadows
of sleeping poppy fields-
certain to
foist their authority;
autocratic in gesture,
emblazoning a blueprint
of forged ambiguity
upon a flesh bound canvas
woven together by
the tactile essence
of exposed vulnerability
and however grueling an experience
to sift through
the tiny flecks of...
#MentalHealth
74 reads
3 Comments
Deathkitty_134
Khach0
Khach0
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 11:42pm
4th Aug 2022 11:42pm
In Poison's Jaw
Craving, addiction never satisfies
averse to necessity.
Clinging, our grasping of desire,
blind to its complexity.
Rising, raging tide, mote feeling grows,
intermingling fraught's relief,
powerless, the ebb of tension's flow,
abates moment's grief.
Yearning for reflections in a lake,
contentment never comes.
Just one more, obsession seldom slakes;
habitual, the taste begun.
Subsequent, each glass of wine still thirsts,
wanting's next consent,
abiding, in partial, fleeting bursts,
'til aching, once...
averse to necessity.
Clinging, our grasping of desire,
blind to its complexity.
Rising, raging tide, mote feeling grows,
intermingling fraught's relief,
powerless, the ebb of tension's flow,
abates moment's grief.
Yearning for reflections in a lake,
contentment never comes.
Just one more, obsession seldom slakes;
habitual, the taste begun.
Subsequent, each glass of wine still thirsts,
wanting's next consent,
abiding, in partial, fleeting bursts,
'til aching, once...
#drugs
#addiction
58 reads
3 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 1:17pm
2nd Aug 2022 1:17pm
My Hormone Protocols, My Prerogative
Without it, there's endless pornography in my gut
And endless war in my head
And endless war in my head
#environment
#myself
50 reads
1 Comment
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