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.
brokentitanium
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:55pm
Yesterday 11:55pm
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I miss your feedback
You have such an awesome mind
That's the beer talking
You have such an awesome mind
That's the beer talking
#friendship
#alcohol
#IMissYou
4 reads
6 Comments
Gutterjunk1312
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:50pm
Yesterday 4:50pm
The Angel and the Dark Boy
Salvation comes with dark circles
In dark CC's
Can't stand up to the pain
Noddin out under trees
I wonder why mother, why you,and the devil
Keep choosing other fucking wretches over me
The sweet girl is gone
Lost to the new boy
Long, dark, and sharp
He's her only joy
The devils are sainted
The angel falls
Collapsed on the floor
Of a truck stop bathroom stall
Friends, she has none
She won't be used again
But shell use all she must
Until she's purged all the sins
She took on her soul
She committed...
In dark CC's
Can't stand up to the pain
Noddin out under trees
I wonder why mother, why you,and the devil
Keep choosing other fucking wretches over me
The sweet girl is gone
Lost to the new boy
Long, dark, and sharp
He's her only joy
The devils are sainted
The angel falls
Collapsed on the floor
Of a truck stop bathroom stall
Friends, she has none
She won't be used again
But shell use all she must
Until she's purged all the sins
She took on her soul
She committed...
#death
#drugs
#heroin #addiction
#heroin #addiction
11 reads
0 Comments
Gutterjunk1312
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:44pm
Yesterday 4:44pm
Chemical Throne
Well it's safe and it's warm
When you're outside the world
Sitting alone on a chemical throne
You can watch the world burn
But, consumed by your pâro
You feel like a caged sparrow at home
It's nothing new
Disdain for every act you do
Altschmerz will drag you
To ever deeper gloom
Because nothing ever changes
You're still fist-fighting rages
And crying ink into pages
Of the sorrows left to you when you were young
And the clown in the corner
Or sitting by your side
Snickers, laughs, and torments you
With every...
When you're outside the world
Sitting alone on a chemical throne
You can watch the world burn
But, consumed by your pâro
You feel like a caged sparrow at home
It's nothing new
Disdain for every act you do
Altschmerz will drag you
To ever deeper gloom
Because nothing ever changes
You're still fist-fighting rages
And crying ink into pages
Of the sorrows left to you when you were young
And the clown in the corner
Or sitting by your side
Snickers, laughs, and torments you
With every...
#sadness
#death
#suicide #heroin
#suicide #heroin
8 reads
0 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 2:08am
21st Jan 2020 2:08am
Poetry Addicts Anonymous
Hi,
My name is Edible Words\
Jessica Solomon.
I'm a sick, sick woman
I shoot alliterations
straight up
boiled on a silver spoon
whenever I can't open
my dirty cornhole
With lungs full of "uh"
at midnight
I stare with red glaze
at your poetry
until I see things
that aren't in the room
...then
I write them down
My name is Edible Words\
Jessica Solomon.
I'm a sick, sick woman
I shoot alliterations
straight up
boiled on a silver spoon
whenever I can't open
my dirty cornhole
With lungs full of "uh"
at midnight
I stare with red glaze
at your poetry
until I see things
that aren't in the room
...then
I write them down
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
9 Comments
JHA
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 8:21pm
20th Jan 2020 8:21pm
From the Shaman on Tour ( Shaman 0)
Shaman 0
I built a tower in the crowd
So close to the moon
That I opened the window
To summon the cherubs for a bout
I tuned the harp to calm the tribe
Vapor trails etched my skies
A Poet is born on the lips of a whore
And crucified on the wings of an angel.
Some bastard called this romance!
I dared and I longed
Where 're the absinths of yesterday?
On a pale stage I stood
And banged the drum.
Let it march
Love was stoned
When the dawn was broken
A weepin’ virgin
Screamed
“ FUCK IT! is...
I built a tower in the crowd
So close to the moon
That I opened the window
To summon the cherubs for a bout
I tuned the harp to calm the tribe
Vapor trails etched my skies
A Poet is born on the lips of a whore
And crucified on the wings of an angel.
Some bastard called this romance!
I dared and I longed
Where 're the absinths of yesterday?
On a pale stage I stood
And banged the drum.
Let it march
Love was stoned
When the dawn was broken
A weepin’ virgin
Screamed
“ FUCK IT! is...
#emotional
13 reads
0 Comments
direlegion
dire legion
dire legion
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 11:26pm
19th Jan 2020 11:26pm
[WEED ENTROPY]
#earth
#universe
#stars
#shadows
#aliens
29 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 2:45pm
19th Jan 2020 2:45pm
Gyroscope Don't Gyrate Any(No)More, (Not Now)
maybe someday
somewhere ( Down the Line),
a
bit of peace
will be
possible, possible
for a part
of a day,
( a partial piece of peace)
will be
possible, possible for
a partial day.
Just a part, a piece, an hour (or two),
and we'll stare at the stars in the great...
somewhere ( Down the Line),
a
bit of peace
will be
possible, possible
for a part
of a day,
( a partial piece of peace)
will be
possible, possible for
a partial day.
Just a part, a piece, an hour (or two),
and we'll stare at the stars in the great...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
#freedom
#escape
54 reads
8 Comments
miseryomy
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 7:41am
18th Jan 2020 7:41am
Dakota (Cigarettes)
We laugh and talk warm or cold we enjoy a cigarette.
Passing thoughts through smoke we say it’s time to quit.
-
I see you, you see me.
A cigarette smoked I had three.
Two for you and one for me.
We need to quit a nod and agree.
No cigarettes and I see you.
Smoking a cigar being all cool.
I pick on you making little jokes.
Now inside I really need a smoke.
No cigarettes and I see you again.
Here we are bumming off a friend.
Another pack bought that’s twenty more.
A...
Passing thoughts through smoke we say it’s time to quit.
-
I see you, you see me.
A cigarette smoked I had three.
Two for you and one for me.
We need to quit a nod and agree.
No cigarettes and I see you.
Smoking a cigar being all cool.
I pick on you making little jokes.
Now inside I really need a smoke.
No cigarettes and I see you again.
Here we are bumming off a friend.
Another pack bought that’s twenty more.
A...
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#motivational
#admiration
37 reads
1 Comment
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 3:22am
18th Jan 2020 3:22am
Fixed, Broken...
Let me sink.
Downward spiral to that dark place.
Faces gazing through my windows.
You smile.
Frail spirit's breaking.
Save me.
Fixed, broken.
Mix and matching identical halls.
Slitting.
Scratching on my walls.
I scream "please, stop now..."
Save me.
No, that's enough!
I betray the trust with my body.
Now I'm a prisoner.
Helplessly I'm forced to watch as it slowly destroys itself.
The blood is so filthy, the blood is so filthy.
My body is beyond the point where recovery isn't an option...
Downward spiral to that dark place.
Faces gazing through my windows.
You smile.
Frail spirit's breaking.
Save me.
Fixed, broken.
Mix and matching identical halls.
Slitting.
Scratching on my walls.
I scream "please, stop now..."
Save me.
No, that's enough!
I betray the trust with my body.
Now I'm a prisoner.
Helplessly I'm forced to watch as it slowly destroys itself.
The blood is so filthy, the blood is so filthy.
My body is beyond the point where recovery isn't an option...
#addiction
42 reads
3 Comments
hippiegirl
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 00:41am
18th Jan 2020 00:41am
The New Asylum
Haiku
Pharmaceuticals
New asylum without walls
Have we made progress?
Pharmaceuticals
New asylum without walls
Have we made progress?
#corruption
18 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 3:50pm
17th Jan 2020 3:50pm
dkzk eXplains His Practice of Paradoxymoronic Assignation
from dkzk Great Communications, Chapter 92.
Part One
"An astute observation there, JB, but not the context I think I thought I was aiming for....(although my "process" tries to avoid such conscious contexting.).
Visible? Invisible? Doesn't "really" matter here. It's a "realm" of itself as a selfless self insofar as not exerting specified self, but still relating to the cosmic self ( collective self), which seems, on a karmic level ,(collective ONLY---"individual karma" is perceived only through the ego, is our delusion machine at work), to be hellbent on destroying...
Part One
"An astute observation there, JB, but not the context I think I thought I was aiming for....(although my "process" tries to avoid such conscious contexting.).
Visible? Invisible? Doesn't "really" matter here. It's a "realm" of itself as a selfless self insofar as not exerting specified self, but still relating to the cosmic self ( collective self), which seems, on a karmic level ,(collective ONLY---"individual karma" is perceived only through the ego, is our delusion machine at work), to be hellbent on destroying...
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
25 reads
1 Comment
drone
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 7:45am
17th Jan 2020 7:45am
Three Steps Forward
When one is trying
step
by painful step
to try
to be
to try to keep
a human minded
mentality
in this world
of psychological pain
where popular directed
chimpanzee mentality
consensus
is all the rage
Trying to be
is no Different
from an
unthinking
violent
alcoholic
who is seriously
trying
step
by painful step
to Destroy the pattern
of listening
to the hidden whispering
that wants to be
their life long friend
step
by painful step
to try
to be
to try to keep
a human minded
mentality
in this world
of psychological pain
where popular directed
chimpanzee mentality
consensus
is all the rage
Trying to be
is no Different
from an
unthinking
violent
alcoholic
who is seriously
trying
step
by painful step
to Destroy the pattern
of listening
to the hidden whispering
that wants to be
their life long friend
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
41 reads
0 Comments
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