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.
Redhouse
Poem Published
Today 7:58am
Today 7:58am
Powder
Powder (She is Gone)
Just as Apples turn brown where they are bitten, my arms are colored by multiple injections.
Administer,
Withdrawal,
Administer.
Only when Powder is perfectly shaped to fit into my arm and in my blood, do I feel her near..., which only shortens the in-betweens the more.
Just as Apples turn brown where they are bitten, my arms are colored by multiple injections.
Administer,
Withdrawal,
Administer.
Only when Powder is perfectly shaped to fit into my arm and in my blood, do I feel her near..., which only shortens the in-betweens the more.
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Redhouse
Poem Published
Today 7:55am
Today 7:55am
Wet Colors
There with you in that last apartment, we placed flowers at the others feet.
You would use in a mirror so you wouldn’t be alone and as if in an open window, looked out on a woman pulling water from puddle.
Wet colors of March’s early hours, and
often nearing music in cars soon softly distant.
Were it possible for me to enter you and take from you the moment you were standing, and could no longer remain standing, facing
The wall, which I wrote ‘Whore’ in letters the
size of Woodward’s towering ‘W’; I would have
seen an eggshell white rectangle. The word...
You would use in a mirror so you wouldn’t be alone and as if in an open window, looked out on a woman pulling water from puddle.
Wet colors of March’s early hours, and
often nearing music in cars soon softly distant.
Were it possible for me to enter you and take from you the moment you were standing, and could no longer remain standing, facing
The wall, which I wrote ‘Whore’ in letters the
size of Woodward’s towering ‘W’; I would have
seen an eggshell white rectangle. The word...
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:34pm
Yesterday 7:34pm
Flesh Casket
Strong arm my complacency with tough love and silent mistreatments
Cure yourself the cancer of me
Victory secured by way of resignation
If I'm the toxin than you're my anti venom
Give me what I need when I want it the least
Misery finds companionship with compatible demons
Starve the wolf to save the sheep
Wayward wanderers meandering down these streets
Writing back alley love songs to the unrequited affections of the self that I abandon
Trying to entreat the will to hope again
Sometimes learning to love your enemies, means learning to love...
Cure yourself the cancer of me
Victory secured by way of resignation
If I'm the toxin than you're my anti venom
Give me what I need when I want it the least
Misery finds companionship with compatible demons
Starve the wolf to save the sheep
Wayward wanderers meandering down these streets
Writing back alley love songs to the unrequited affections of the self that I abandon
Trying to entreat the will to hope again
Sometimes learning to love your enemies, means learning to love...
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1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:35am
Yesterday 2:35am
Is It A Quest? (don't even Think about it)
so tell me what you
k n o w
today
amidst these, errrr, condemn
ations?
w h o could my(our) id'iotbrain[s]
be
selling ourSelfs to for
the sake of
un'lightened
s p ee c h?
per
haps eye shoulda come here
to
be ...
k n o w
today
amidst these, errrr, condemn
ations?
w h o could my(our) id'iotbrain[s]
be
selling ourSelfs to for
the sake of
un'lightened
s p ee c h?
per
haps eye shoulda come here
to
be ...
28 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 11:49pm
22nd Sep 2017 11:49pm
Terms And Perditions
brainmind , heartspirit
left
in a sloppy heap of
sloppyheap - type'O
c r a p ,
innocence
b ei n g
rather unforgivable
at this point of
t i m e ' s run[ning] out,run
a way (a'mok!? )
no
One said re'turn
to NeverEver[ness] would be a
plea'sing
jest'ure,...
left
in a sloppy heap of
sloppyheap - type'O
c r a p ,
innocence
b ei n g
rather unforgivable
at this point of
t i m e ' s run[ning] out,run
a way (a'mok!? )
no
One said re'turn
to NeverEver[ness] would be a
plea'sing
jest'ure,...
33 reads
4 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 11:12pm
22nd Sep 2017 11:12pm
PAGES OF NIHIL : VITREOUS
Spent all this time, eyes to the sky
Catching the defects as they pass me by
They drift through you
The floor plays still, ajar my will
Reaching for the colours you left to spill
This rose dies too
Downstream I am pulled
Through moons that aren't full
But the glass that enfolds
Won't lead me to shore
Lines on the sand, contour my hand
Dreaming of a staircase I won't ascend
To close the door
Again a plague, countenance stays
The umbral remains of that picture frame
Haunting me more
No poison to...
Catching the defects as they pass me by
They drift through you
The floor plays still, ajar my will
Reaching for the colours you left to spill
This rose dies too
Downstream I am pulled
Through moons that aren't full
But the glass that enfolds
Won't lead me to shore
Lines on the sand, contour my hand
Dreaming of a staircase I won't ascend
To close the door
Again a plague, countenance stays
The umbral remains of that picture frame
Haunting me more
No poison to...
21 reads
1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 8:05am
22nd Sep 2017 8:05am
Impressionable Dumbasses
I don’t care if you trade secrets,
You little pill popping bitch
I’m not interested
People meeting and
Cutting deals
Is my idea of hell
But then I’m nowhere
So take this shit
With a big bag of salt
Writing about the culture wars
And stupidly picking a side
Well, they make the most sense
Right now
We’ll see where the terminology
Takes us
But it’s still going to be written
On those ten stones up there in
Mount Sinai
Re-watching old interviews
And seeing the wisdom is
Still the...
You little pill popping bitch
I’m not interested
People meeting and
Cutting deals
Is my idea of hell
But then I’m nowhere
So take this shit
With a big bag of salt
Writing about the culture wars
And stupidly picking a side
Well, they make the most sense
Right now
We’ll see where the terminology
Takes us
But it’s still going to be written
On those ten stones up there in
Mount Sinai
Re-watching old interviews
And seeing the wisdom is
Still the...
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David_gessner
Poem Published
21st Sep 2017 8:32am
21st Sep 2017 8:32am
Silent Hostility
It's just after two am, it's dark inside the small rundown studio apartment my girl and I have been staying in for the past week. The apartment is a friend of mines, he let us post up here while he spent a weekend in county, but when he got out he more or less moved in with Casey, a girl he'd dated before I had a brief, chaos filled and exciting affair with. Casey actually introduced us, then got mad that we hit it off.
My girl is silent, seemingly pissed off like most days, but refuses to admit that anything is wrong, she seems to expect me to read her mind and know without asking. The...
My girl is silent, seemingly pissed off like most days, but refuses to admit that anything is wrong, she seems to expect me to read her mind and know without asking. The...
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Golden-Gaze_blaze
Poem Published
21st Sep 2017 00:24am
21st Sep 2017 00:24am
He talks Pictish
Higher up there on his techno drug owed crash cloud
He's thinking of the next dash
Seeking & a deeking
Mr Board & Misleading
Lives out of his Demons
right handed is to make his cash such a smash in the cool love of the water all around
doing it higher & fast melting to the sunshine
she's not imagining
In her deepest dark purple dress
In his dreams She Says fuck you right back
He's thinking of the next dash
Seeking & a deeking
Mr Board & Misleading
Lives out of his Demons
right handed is to make his cash such a smash in the cool love of the water all around
doing it higher & fast melting to the sunshine
she's not imagining
In her deepest dark purple dress
In his dreams She Says fuck you right back
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David_gessner
Poem Published
20th Sep 2017 11:57pm
20th Sep 2017 11:57pm
This Life of Struggle
I'm sitting in my friend Tanyas apartment waiting on this chick I know to bring us some dope in exchange for a Home Depot gift card.
My girl Lisa is back at the apartment we've been squatting in waiting on me to come back from panhandling. She doesn't know that I spent what I made already on dope I've already done.
That's why I'm with Tanya, waiting on the connect, Tanya will break me off a chunk so I can give it to Lisa, that way she doesn't find out I did the dope earlier without her.
Problem is I've got to wait for the connect, and who knows how long that could take. But...
My girl Lisa is back at the apartment we've been squatting in waiting on me to come back from panhandling. She doesn't know that I spent what I made already on dope I've already done.
That's why I'm with Tanya, waiting on the connect, Tanya will break me off a chunk so I can give it to Lisa, that way she doesn't find out I did the dope earlier without her.
Problem is I've got to wait for the connect, and who knows how long that could take. But...
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mikayla561
Poem Published
20th Sep 2017 5:44pm
20th Sep 2017 5:44pm
DRUG'S
Drugs give you the ultimate high make you feel you can touch the sky, but in the end what do you really gain when you’re on the tilt sitting on the train or when you wake up in the morning feeling sick ringing your dealers to see if they'll give you tick and they say “what about the money you owe” from there you know you got to get up and go,
Go and do an earn or probably a sneak. Finally have a shot and no longer few weak until the next morning when it all starts again, when you feel like your dyeing you're in so much pain. But then again maybe you’re the one to get on the fast and...
Go and do an earn or probably a sneak. Finally have a shot and no longer few weak until the next morning when it all starts again, when you feel like your dyeing you're in so much pain. But then again maybe you’re the one to get on the fast and...
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2 Comments
WrittenApologyLex
Poem Published
20th Sep 2017 2:48pm
20th Sep 2017 2:48pm
=PRAYERS of a JUNKIE = Flagstaff
TRAINS AND FROST. POLICE.
HIGH DEMAND TO LOW SUPPLY POOR QUALITY STUFF
POOR QUALITY HIGH..
HOURS TO FIND ME
IN
THE
TREES
FUCKED UP AND FUNCTIONALLY
ALONE.
HIGH DEMAND TO LOW SUPPLY POOR QUALITY STUFF
POOR QUALITY HIGH..
HOURS TO FIND ME
IN
THE
TREES
FUCKED UP AND FUNCTIONALLY
ALONE.
36 reads
3 Comments
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