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.
AS_SyringeBlacklon
Alexi Dillon
Alexi Dillon
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:07am
Yesterday 3:07am
Once Again
April 24th, 2019
9:38pm-10:24pm
My Forbidden love have come to rest once again in my black and bruised heart. My body knows relaxation once again. Air seeps in, moments, later out. Weightless as a feather, still as the dead. Nothing more beautiful than being one with with your soul, mind, and body. Blood flowing as though brand new. Pulsing as the fears, pains, and shames fades away. Light begins to shine once again. As the worries dissipate. Colors bleed through the darken world. My demons begins to sleep as the oneess takes over. Oh, how I've missed you, My Forbidden Love....
9:38pm-10:24pm
My Forbidden love have come to rest once again in my black and bruised heart. My body knows relaxation once again. Air seeps in, moments, later out. Weightless as a feather, still as the dead. Nothing more beautiful than being one with with your soul, mind, and body. Blood flowing as though brand new. Pulsing as the fears, pains, and shames fades away. Light begins to shine once again. As the worries dissipate. Colors bleed through the darken world. My demons begins to sleep as the oneess takes over. Oh, how I've missed you, My Forbidden Love....
#love
#drugs
#redemption
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
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DoomMantra
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 8:59pm
29th Mar 2020 8:59pm
The Binge
It feels I've lived a thousand lives
in this black minute already
Life's soundtrack to guide me
through mind's schism
outside of all space-time
The puppeteer of this organ flesh doll
an ego-killing cosmos-chaser
tracing this brief timeline
Numb and in bloom
Alive and doomed
Walk this funeral dimension to
misanthrope's torture song
Cynicism teaches enough
pain for everyone, but
I don't want to suffer
Feed me to
the black drug high
in this black minute already
Life's soundtrack to guide me
through mind's schism
outside of all space-time
The puppeteer of this organ flesh doll
an ego-killing cosmos-chaser
tracing this brief timeline
Numb and in bloom
Alive and doomed
Walk this funeral dimension to
misanthrope's torture song
Cynicism teaches enough
pain for everyone, but
I don't want to suffer
Feed me to
the black drug high
#drugs
14 reads
1 Comment
Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 3:22am
29th Mar 2020 3:22am
Relapse
As light filtered through the cracks
In the dawn of my relapse
Was walking proudly on the pavement
And had woke up inside the gaps
If I could just turn back,
To a less toxic part of time,
Illuminated signs that clearly
Recognised my lies, I ask why,
But i feel i'm still there in denial,
Can't speak my crimes, my secrecy
I'll never stand on trial, I'm just vile,
Can't bear the sight of my own reflection,
They say that my addiction is
An illness and infliction,
but all I seem to witness
Is an impossible position ...
In the dawn of my relapse
Was walking proudly on the pavement
And had woke up inside the gaps
If I could just turn back,
To a less toxic part of time,
Illuminated signs that clearly
Recognised my lies, I ask why,
But i feel i'm still there in denial,
Can't speak my crimes, my secrecy
I'll never stand on trial, I'm just vile,
Can't bear the sight of my own reflection,
They say that my addiction is
An illness and infliction,
but all I seem to witness
Is an impossible position ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
40 reads
6 Comments
DoomMantra
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 7:43pm
28th Mar 2020 7:43pm
Accept Death
The end finds me on another world
under watch of the feline god
Protector, I believed
An observer, in reality
of my life through the lens
of another lens
A film within
a film's film
One with my deathbed
I breathe the earth's breath
Smoking the leaf head
A throatburn
stomach acid
green psychosis trip
An ascended state or
Panic's trap?
Devil's remedy has
got me again
under watch of the feline god
Protector, I believed
An observer, in reality
of my life through the lens
of another lens
A film within
a film's film
One with my deathbed
I breathe the earth's breath
Smoking the leaf head
A throatburn
stomach acid
green psychosis trip
An ascended state or
Panic's trap?
Devil's remedy has
got me again
#anxiety
#drugs
#marijuana
24 reads
1 Comment
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 4:28pm
28th Mar 2020 4:28pm
High time.
A distant figure.
Remnants of the day spiral.
You shout just to be heard.
Tears crash into the surrounding dust.
I fall for your broken heart.
We share the burn, the release.
A closing down.
Highlights flash before our consciousness.
You're tumbling, naked, vulnerable.
Eyes twitch, so very infectious.
Random images dance to dawn.
Suffocation follows this dislocation.
Strands break pulling us further still.
You remember a time ....
Days of freedom, of peace.
Oh my love , in you I'm found.
...
Remnants of the day spiral.
You shout just to be heard.
Tears crash into the surrounding dust.
I fall for your broken heart.
We share the burn, the release.
A closing down.
Highlights flash before our consciousness.
You're tumbling, naked, vulnerable.
Eyes twitch, so very infectious.
Random images dance to dawn.
Suffocation follows this dislocation.
Strands break pulling us further still.
You remember a time ....
Days of freedom, of peace.
Oh my love , in you I'm found.
...
#addiction
26 reads
0 Comments
BigG
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:39pm
27th Mar 2020 10:39pm
Lost pals
How can it be,
Were Friends no more,
When it was you,
Who said shut the door,
On the drink and drugs,
That kept me afloat,
Like a steady boat,
The doors are closed,
I'm afresh, Clean and smart,
Our laughing stopped,
But I won't go back,
If our friendship failed,
Because now I see,
It wasn't fun when,
You all laughed at me,
Were Friends no more,
When it was you,
Who said shut the door,
On the drink and drugs,
That kept me afloat,
Like a steady boat,
The doors are closed,
I'm afresh, Clean and smart,
Our laughing stopped,
But I won't go back,
If our friendship failed,
Because now I see,
It wasn't fun when,
You all laughed at me,
#BestFriend
#alcohol
32 reads
4 Comments
AS_SyringeBlacklon
Alexi Dillon
Alexi Dillon
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 9:58pm
27th Mar 2020 9:58pm
Forgive and Knocked Out
#depression
#drugs
#addiction
#ForbiddenLove
#fear
34 reads
0 Comments
AS_SyringeBlacklon
Alexi Dillon
Alexi Dillon
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:26pm
26th Mar 2020 2:26pm
"Addict's Eyes"
Sometimes I wish you could see/ the world through an addict eyes/ it's nothing like your world/ there no colors only black and white/-/ there's no song birds singing/ no ocean waves smashing/ just the deadly silence of breaking/-//
Im sitting in the pew trying to avoid eye contact/ because those perfect Christians look down upon me/ I can feel the stares and feel the judgement / pumbling down on my spirit I'm already too bent/-//
Don't come up to me asking how I am/ you don't care no matter what I say/ my past defines me in your eyes/ even as you sit there I see straight...
Im sitting in the pew trying to avoid eye contact/ because those perfect Christians look down upon me/ I can feel the stares and feel the judgement / pumbling down on my spirit I'm already too bent/-//
Don't come up to me asking how I am/ you don't care no matter what I say/ my past defines me in your eyes/ even as you sit there I see straight...
#anger
#grief
#loneliness
#drugs
#addiction
58 reads
3 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 7:54pm
25th Mar 2020 7:54pm
One Thing (Instrumental by FALLEN)
#dark
#SelfHarm
#suicide #addiction
#suicide #addiction
59 reads
3 Comments
lilies_and_dust
Ana Schwarz
Ana Schwarz
Poem Published
24th Mar 2020 11:19am
24th Mar 2020 11:19am
misconception
She caught your eye
but remember
vodka looks like
water too
Ana Schwarz
but remember
vodka looks like
water too
Ana Schwarz
#love
#minimalist
#emotional #bittersweet
#emotional #bittersweet
72 reads
13 Comments
Inkognito
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 1:09am
22nd Mar 2020 1:09am
I Owe You Everything
thought it was me and these pills,
Till the end of the world.
But my life visualised like pictures in a diaz.
I thought it was me and this alcohol,
until the end of time.
But I realised I need to sober up.
I am still shaky and my body's lust for it make me sick.
I am leaving it because,
I now understand I have a purpose here.
The time has changed since my brothers died.
We shared our dreams, shared our hope even the chase for success.
How can I keep up the hope when all of you is gone?
I hasn't visit none of you...
Till the end of the world.
But my life visualised like pictures in a diaz.
I thought it was me and this alcohol,
until the end of time.
But I realised I need to sober up.
I am still shaky and my body's lust for it make me sick.
I am leaving it because,
I now understand I have a purpose here.
The time has changed since my brothers died.
We shared our dreams, shared our hope even the chase for success.
How can I keep up the hope when all of you is gone?
I hasn't visit none of you...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
69 reads
3 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 8:04pm
20th Mar 2020 8:04pm
notae Tironianae and a sudoku while you're drinking
had i not come across the tironian ⁊... my my... what is a 7? did tiro invent a counter to VII? it was not all borrowed numbers from the sankskirt wielding hindus?! tironian... now that's someone you don't hear of much these days, it's all aesop and spartacus... if even that... tiro formerly a footnote in the life of cicero... for a B and a III - stenography's 3... Q and R or IX - stenography's 9... yes, we europeans didn't invent the current numbers... but just imagine... the details of +, - x, ÷ hidden within the jazz hands and counting with your fingers and the abacus... and how you...
#alcohol
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