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.
catnip
Poem Published
Today 3:45am
Today 3:45am
FERMENTED VISIONS
Deep!
Deeper then deep!
So the serpent moans,
Tortured by fermented visions.
He is wrenched from the depths;
From the bowels, the bunions,
of his sub-cortical animations.
Morbid, morbidly the incubus howls.
Bemoan the sweet panther.
Animals!
yes animals! More animals!
Deeper then deep!
So the serpent moans,
Tortured by fermented visions.
He is wrenched from the depths;
From the bowels, the bunions,
of his sub-cortical animations.
Morbid, morbidly the incubus howls.
Bemoan the sweet panther.
Animals!
yes animals! More animals!
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness #motivational
#forgiveness #motivational
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PseudoEgo
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 11:32am
10th Oct 2021 11:32am
Midnight poet - trading lines for lines and rhymes
It is already morning and as I sit here today, I did yesterday to
Pen clenched in a hard grip, smithing words from my fist
I used to be a midnight poet, writing line after line, while others slept
It was an innocent escape, I was a productive hedonist
Somewhere along those lines, too many were crossed, self-promises unkept
Midnights lines turned to morning rhymes,
While I escaped the flashing warning signs,
After all, it was always my escape,
Isn't that quite poetic?
Yes, it’s all quite poetic,
Until there are no more rhymes,...
Pen clenched in a hard grip, smithing words from my fist
I used to be a midnight poet, writing line after line, while others slept
It was an innocent escape, I was a productive hedonist
Somewhere along those lines, too many were crossed, self-promises unkept
Midnights lines turned to morning rhymes,
While I escaped the flashing warning signs,
After all, it was always my escape,
Isn't that quite poetic?
Yes, it’s all quite poetic,
Until there are no more rhymes,...
#addiction
93 reads
16 Comments
Joshsam
Poem Published
7th Oct 2021 6:20pm
7th Oct 2021 6:20pm
It all comes down to this.
Opening.
Shadows
Falling.
Alarms.
Calling
Corners.
Twist.
Hearing.
Tales.
Laughing.
Out loud.
Crying.
Silently.
Woes.
Exposed.
Everything.
Losing.
Down....
Out
Counting.
Gasping.
Gasping.
Finding.
Bottom lines.
Fractured.
Beaten.
Human.
Raced.
Vodka.
Laced.
Slurring
Deserting. ...
Shadows
Falling.
Alarms.
Calling
Corners.
Twist.
Hearing.
Tales.
Laughing.
Out loud.
Crying.
Silently.
Woes.
Exposed.
Everything.
Losing.
Down....
Out
Counting.
Gasping.
Gasping.
Finding.
Bottom lines.
Fractured.
Beaten.
Human.
Raced.
Vodka.
Laced.
Slurring
Deserting. ...
#depression
#alcohol
#addiction #despair
#addiction #despair
58 reads
4 Comments
THELOSTONE666
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 11:58pm
4th Oct 2021 11:58pm
Addiction
I've been worrying everyday about my family's addiction. It keeps getting stressful I wish this was based on fiction. Drugs and gambling just like my past, its my family's main affliction. I know I said past ,but even I still feel addicted.When I'm drunk and high sometimes my good judgement becomes restricted. When it comes to addiction happiness and loyalty are usually the main emotions afflicted. This is no way to be living but me and my family will always live a life of sinning because its just too addicting.
#alcohol
#addiction
53 reads
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 11:16pm
4th Oct 2021 11:16pm
Cherry Cola, Vanilla Coke
It looked like they were picking baby's breath, they thought
Tiny powder polka dots from a florist with tattoos and gold teeth
They watched, sucking lactations of cola from punctured plastic glands (not bottles but bags)
It was snowing early that year, they thought, though it was always thirty Celsius
Snow White, Rose Red, two kinds of sugar, one velvet red, one flour flower white,
One within its rights in broad daylight, the other hidden from sight
Because grown-ups think children don't have eyes
Tiny powder polka dots from a florist with tattoos and gold teeth
They watched, sucking lactations of cola from punctured plastic glands (not bottles but bags)
It was snowing early that year, they thought, though it was always thirty Celsius
Snow White, Rose Red, two kinds of sugar, one velvet red, one flour flower white,
One within its rights in broad daylight, the other hidden from sight
Because grown-ups think children don't have eyes
#children
#drugs
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journeychase
Journey
Journey
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 5:28am
2nd Oct 2021 5:28am
Lost Girl
broken lights
flicker
in the vacant streets
she fills the void
by shooting liquid
into her veins
dulling the pain
at least for tonight
ink stained eyes
that see far more
than she can bare
ash filled lungs
start to suffocate
slowly
her mask she wears
to hide the shame
abandoned tears
that no longer come
and her empty body
she no longer owns
giving in
giving it completely
to the soul
of the city
flicker
in the vacant streets
she fills the void
by shooting liquid
into her veins
dulling the pain
at least for tonight
ink stained eyes
that see far more
than she can bare
ash filled lungs
start to suffocate
slowly
her mask she wears
to hide the shame
abandoned tears
that no longer come
and her empty body
she no longer owns
giving in
giving it completely
to the soul
of the city
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
85 reads
3 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 3:51am
1st Oct 2021 3:51am
I Can Make You Feel Good
You like that dont you
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off...
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off...
#children
#drugs
#addiction
103 reads
6 Comments
Light101
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 12:42pm
30th Sep 2021 12:42pm
silent hill
I am silent hill I rain ashes,
flashlight radio let's see what happends,
you are a I know
NO, I am the I know
Your are a horoscope I am the hidden,
I am a reincarnated sin, cast it out,
You are a I know
You are a haunted house,
You are a high hopes
You are the vent slits,
I am the fly's though,
Don't be a bible,
I'm cold it's a spirit,
a soul from my lyrics,
flashlight radio let's see what happends,
you are a I know
NO, I am the I know
Your are a horoscope I am the hidden,
I am a reincarnated sin, cast it out,
You are a I know
You are a haunted house,
You are a high hopes
You are the vent slits,
I am the fly's though,
Don't be a bible,
I'm cold it's a spirit,
a soul from my lyrics,
#monsters
#ghosts
#witches
41 reads
0 Comments
Light101
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 12:30pm
30th Sep 2021 12:30pm
Word play
I keep a du rag over my gun,
because 4 leaf clovers do come,
if you get the motion to run,
its because i got a motive you love,
its evol shotokan backwards so front
your a pokemon and pterodactyl I capture,
evolved faster and 1
I'm ball'in in natural disaster like wayne did
the corona virus got patients on the vitals because there lungs,
suicide's a method you use,
When I'm stretching these tools
cracks faster then blunts,
The exorcist rules Reggan a-just,
Red dragons are up,
Lead in the magnum and what?
salad gets...
because 4 leaf clovers do come,
if you get the motion to run,
its because i got a motive you love,
its evol shotokan backwards so front
your a pokemon and pterodactyl I capture,
evolved faster and 1
I'm ball'in in natural disaster like wayne did
the corona virus got patients on the vitals because there lungs,
suicide's a method you use,
When I'm stretching these tools
cracks faster then blunts,
The exorcist rules Reggan a-just,
Red dragons are up,
Lead in the magnum and what?
salad gets...
#courage
#respect
#emotions
43 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 5:07am
29th Sep 2021 5:07am
detox
Paranoia slips through the cracks
Wafting like a sickly fog
Settling on my skin.
The inside of my cheek is rough
From incessant teeth
As I melt from the inside out.
Sudden realizations
Sound the alarm that I exist,
And the disarray
Of all I've done
Greets me coldly
From the shadows of days lost.
Caught in a mirage of memories
That feel like only dreams,
As they melt into the work week
And the comatose escape
Of sleep just as troubling.
This high speed chase
Caught in slow...
Wafting like a sickly fog
Settling on my skin.
The inside of my cheek is rough
From incessant teeth
As I melt from the inside out.
Sudden realizations
Sound the alarm that I exist,
And the disarray
Of all I've done
Greets me coldly
From the shadows of days lost.
Caught in a mirage of memories
That feel like only dreams,
As they melt into the work week
And the comatose escape
Of sleep just as troubling.
This high speed chase
Caught in slow...
#addiction
78 reads
3 Comments
journeychase
Journey
Journey
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 3:05am
29th Sep 2021 3:05am
Her secret
last nights bottle
lies empty
at her feet
she paints her lips red
trying to hide the pain
smile she does
always a fucking smile
to fit in
to be normal
she finds comfort
in her secret
the silent screams
are the loudest
but only in her head
trapped in this dark place
no one has ever been
a place so cold
that it drenches
your bones
bringing you
to your knees
to your lowest point
a tainted truth
is what she believes
and she finds comfort
in the liquid
that fills...
lies empty
at her feet
she paints her lips red
trying to hide the pain
smile she does
always a fucking smile
to fit in
to be normal
she finds comfort
in her secret
the silent screams
are the loudest
but only in her head
trapped in this dark place
no one has ever been
a place so cold
that it drenches
your bones
bringing you
to your knees
to your lowest point
a tainted truth
is what she believes
and she finds comfort
in the liquid
that fills...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
81 reads
12 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
28th Sep 2021 4:28am
28th Sep 2021 4:28am
I Want Off
I want off the island
This marooned little grave I've done
The seas rage on
And I'm all alone
My flare guns are out
And the rescue crew grows weary
I want off the island
This marooned little grave I've done
The seas rage on
And I'm all alone
My flare guns are out
And the rescue crew grows weary
I want off the island
#addiction
60 reads
3 Comments
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