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.
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
19th Aug 2018 10:59pm
19th Aug 2018 10:59pm
You didnt know?
#sex
#drugs
#dirty
70 reads
7 Comments
SatansSperm
Poem Published
19th Aug 2018 11:11am
19th Aug 2018 11:11am
alphabet Amsterdam
..
oh fuck....I have too
write something down
can't stand
the blank page
staring back
at me
oh fuck....I have too
write something down
can't stand
the blank page
staring back
at me
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
20 reads
2 Comments
zenos_bullet
Poem Published
16th Aug 2018 4:35am
16th Aug 2018 4:35am
Tungsten Cooled From the A/C and Minimized By the Bottle
Wind squabbles with the fields of flowers;
stems sway the other way on this day
of forgetting oneself in whiskey.
Here, on these conning pastures reside
a child who chats with his older self
about anything and everything.
He talks Tonka Trucks and Iron Tank
and makes himself full on tasty tarts
while his elder sits, smiling away.
Says he was lit with starry answers
found inside a tome about nothing.
But, somehow he still learned something new.
Shoves another slice of pie inside
his mouth and tells himself...
stems sway the other way on this day
of forgetting oneself in whiskey.
Here, on these conning pastures reside
a child who chats with his older self
about anything and everything.
He talks Tonka Trucks and Iron Tank
and makes himself full on tasty tarts
while his elder sits, smiling away.
Says he was lit with starry answers
found inside a tome about nothing.
But, somehow he still learned something new.
Shoves another slice of pie inside
his mouth and tells himself...
#alcohol
#nightmares
22 reads
0 Comments
jsutkowski
Poem Published
16th Aug 2018 00:48am
16th Aug 2018 00:48am
Broken
I feel like a piece of paper
Ripped in two
Each piece crumbled up into a ball
Equally useless
Recycle me
Recycle me into oblivion
Recycle me until no original piece of me remains
Recycle me until I am no longer,
I look at my hands in which no longer belong to me,
My soul has been vanquished
I look to the sky
Finally I feel release
Fall with me into the sky,
Fall with me
Stay with me forever
Ripped in two
Each piece crumbled up into a ball
Equally useless
Recycle me
Recycle me into oblivion
Recycle me until no original piece of me remains
Recycle me until I am no longer,
I look at my hands in which no longer belong to me,
My soul has been vanquished
I look to the sky
Finally I feel release
Fall with me into the sky,
Fall with me
Stay with me forever
#anxiety
34 reads
0 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
15th Aug 2018 11:04pm
15th Aug 2018 11:04pm
Finding Life In Smoking, Drinking and Screwing
Are you cheating on me? Yes, but I do
Not tell her that the other girls mean
Nothing to me. I wish that I could redo
It from the beginning, but I am seen
As an addict and I cannot change
That. I drink and smoke to escape
The pain. I use them to exchange
Pain for pleasure and every scrape
Is no longer felt because I am numb.
I wanted to forget all about her hazel
And lush green eyes. It is her glum
Mouth and it is her harsh appraisal
Of me that does not mean anything
Anymore. I do not even care if I flat
Line. Everyone...
Not tell her that the other girls mean
Nothing to me. I wish that I could redo
It from the beginning, but I am seen
As an addict and I cannot change
That. I drink and smoke to escape
The pain. I use them to exchange
Pain for pleasure and every scrape
Is no longer felt because I am numb.
I wanted to forget all about her hazel
And lush green eyes. It is her glum
Mouth and it is her harsh appraisal
Of me that does not mean anything
Anymore. I do not even care if I flat
Line. Everyone...
#sex
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
37 reads
0 Comments
Wakeup_MrWest92
West Jr
West Jr
Poem Published
15th Aug 2018 9:52pm
15th Aug 2018 9:52pm
Relaspe
how do i say this?
do i even speak in words?
will my actions show that i am aware of what i believed you had let go?
Now what do i do that the cards i feared have faced up in true.
there will be no need to deny because i physically witnessed the proof.
in my morning routine i came across a past time of your struggle that i had prayed for days that you’d leave alone,
only to see it floating in the water of my bathroom throne.
my initial thought was “you knew that this was coming.”
it was like facing a truth i knew it was no point in running. ...
do i even speak in words?
will my actions show that i am aware of what i believed you had let go?
Now what do i do that the cards i feared have faced up in true.
there will be no need to deny because i physically witnessed the proof.
in my morning routine i came across a past time of your struggle that i had prayed for days that you’d leave alone,
only to see it floating in the water of my bathroom throne.
my initial thought was “you knew that this was coming.”
it was like facing a truth i knew it was no point in running. ...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#addiction
35 reads
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Breakingbenjamin
Benjamin
Benjamin
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 9:49pm
14th Aug 2018 9:49pm
A letter to my self
Your first entry just maybe your last.
It is there for ironic that this very moment will soon be your past.
There is a need too steady this rhythm, step by step, this is love not mayhem.
A change for good, now a change for better.
Tis time to move forward.
I need to trust within and without.
Why am I always with the vendetta.
I dwell on this concept, I burn for this too be true.
Twas my light that was forsaken.
It is now my honesty in which has spawned into a blurred line,
too in which I am unable too see through.
But through is...
It is there for ironic that this very moment will soon be your past.
There is a need too steady this rhythm, step by step, this is love not mayhem.
A change for good, now a change for better.
Tis time to move forward.
I need to trust within and without.
Why am I always with the vendetta.
I dwell on this concept, I burn for this too be true.
Twas my light that was forsaken.
It is now my honesty in which has spawned into a blurred line,
too in which I am unable too see through.
But through is...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
#admiration
#acceptance
38 reads
2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 10:28am
14th Aug 2018 10:28am
Give In
One cannot change
ones life
without suffering
the fear
of facing ones fears
all alone
on a path
full of shadows
that caress you
with whispers
on the reasons why
you should give in
and slowly die
within
To be reborn
into what you despise
in others
ones life
without suffering
the fear
of facing ones fears
all alone
on a path
full of shadows
that caress you
with whispers
on the reasons why
you should give in
and slowly die
within
To be reborn
into what you despise
in others
#sadness
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#disappointment
#hypocrisy
54 reads
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SatansSperm
Poem Published
14th Aug 2018 00:49am
14th Aug 2018 00:49am
House of pain
There is
a place
I
have been
it's called
the house
of pain
& everyone
who's laid
their head
leaves their soul
to remain
junkies
twitch
in broken
reverie
& we all
call out
His name
& whatever
demon
controls our sins
we all
crawl home
in shame
my mother
had
no
children
my father
had
no name
& I
come crawling
back
to live
in the house of pain
a place
I
have been
it's called
the house
of pain
& everyone
who's laid
their head
leaves their soul
to remain
junkies
twitch
in broken
reverie
& we all
call out
His name
& whatever
demon
controls our sins
we all
crawl home
in shame
my mother
had
no
children
my father
had
no name
& I
come crawling
back
to live
in the house of pain
#dark
#despair
60 reads
4 Comments
Ms-Krissy
Poem Published
13th Aug 2018 8:35am
13th Aug 2018 8:35am
Drink
Another bottle down
She only stops once she's sick or asleep
Each week she makes the same old promise
One she knows she can't keep
"This week I won't drink"
"Without the alcohol, I'll be okay"
The frustrations
The stress
All her troubles
The whiskey takes it all away
Though waiting for her the next day
The same problem she ignored yesterday
And again she'll drink
The alcohol drowns out everything
She finds a temporary happiness
For a minute she's at peace
She's like a cd skipping
Repeating the same thing ...
She only stops once she's sick or asleep
Each week she makes the same old promise
One she knows she can't keep
"This week I won't drink"
"Without the alcohol, I'll be okay"
The frustrations
The stress
All her troubles
The whiskey takes it all away
Though waiting for her the next day
The same problem she ignored yesterday
And again she'll drink
The alcohol drowns out everything
She finds a temporary happiness
For a minute she's at peace
She's like a cd skipping
Repeating the same thing ...
#alcohol
35 reads
2 Comments
ibst8tup
Tonya Lynn
Tonya Lynn
Poem Published
12th Aug 2018 4:06pm
12th Aug 2018 4:06pm
The Controller That I Call "Function"
In a world of corrupting minds
A dark destroying shadow follows behind.
Behind the lies,
behind the eyes.
Behind the weakness of ones soul.
Behind you very own mind in which you have no more control.
Crashing into a world of destruction.
Captured by the controller that I call Function.
A dark destroying shadow follows behind.
Behind the lies,
behind the eyes.
Behind the weakness of ones soul.
Behind you very own mind in which you have no more control.
Crashing into a world of destruction.
Captured by the controller that I call Function.
#corruption
36 reads
1 Comment
ibst8tup
Tonya Lynn
Tonya Lynn
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 1:06am
11th Aug 2018 1:06am
Sleepless Nights
Sleep is the last place I want to go.
My body screams yes as my mind insists no.
Paranoid feelings I sometimes get.
Sitting in the rain but not even getting wet.
Walking awake or do I sleep walk?
Are the all my thoughts or do I sleep talk?
Numb not feeling anything.
Confusion is all that my mind can bring.
I need to lay down and shut my eyes,
before another night again passes me by.
Everything now is all black space.
Am I asleep finally or have I reached my final resting place?
My body screams yes as my mind insists no.
Paranoid feelings I sometimes get.
Sitting in the rain but not even getting wet.
Walking awake or do I sleep walk?
Are the all my thoughts or do I sleep talk?
Numb not feeling anything.
Confusion is all that my mind can bring.
I need to lay down and shut my eyes,
before another night again passes me by.
Everything now is all black space.
Am I asleep finally or have I reached my final resting place?
#addiction
59 reads
1 Comment
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