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.
BillyScribePaige
Billy Paige
Billy Paige
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:56pm
Yesterday 11:56pm
black roses
Oh my God I started smoking again,
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
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gazellemon
Brad
Brad
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:01pm
Yesterday 11:01pm
Pick.
take it all from me,
fake as fuck,
what's wrong with me,
Nah.. fuck...
Lay it on me,
break and take or bust,
before I am gone I hope to not be empty.
I want some love and to build some trust,
fleeting feelings tempt me,
squeeze the semi and turn to dust.
but my feet fall gently,
a fucking freak I got my reasons...
better try to just get along,
best believe I am healing,
tell myself I am strong,
struggle but I am dealing-
better plant these seeds,
this is the season,
subtle it may be, ...
fake as fuck,
what's wrong with me,
Nah.. fuck...
Lay it on me,
break and take or bust,
before I am gone I hope to not be empty.
I want some love and to build some trust,
fleeting feelings tempt me,
squeeze the semi and turn to dust.
but my feet fall gently,
a fucking freak I got my reasons...
better try to just get along,
best believe I am healing,
tell myself I am strong,
struggle but I am dealing-
better plant these seeds,
this is the season,
subtle it may be, ...
9 reads
0 Comments
Nameless_Traveler
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:35am
Yesterday 5:35am
Solution Procured
A cerebral puddle of hypersensitive learning static-- I dip into a forbidden fountain once again, deeper this time
Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.
Taking it apart-- Analysis and fragmentation
An conversationalist's dream!
Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain, through means less conventional (to some)
I throw the dice again and again. I never lose...
just blessed I suppose (thank my stars)
But in reality I could of lost it all...
Brain drunk...
Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.
Taking it apart-- Analysis and fragmentation
An conversationalist's dream!
Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain, through means less conventional (to some)
I throw the dice again and again. I never lose...
just blessed I suppose (thank my stars)
But in reality I could of lost it all...
Brain drunk...
13 reads
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
21st Jul 2017 3:03am
21st Jul 2017 3:03am
My Blades are my Pills
Some use pills
I use blades
And that's okay
Because in the end, we're all the same
Addicts of something... Mine are blades
I am pathetic, lazy, and useless
But my blades make me forget that
They're my prized possession
It makes my day when I bleed
Even if the sky is gray
And Hell is all I see
I'll be okay
Because I have my blades
The only thing to make me happy
To make me high
And forget I'm living
Not one day do I feel dead
Because it takes one strike to come alive
To rise up, and be someone again ...
I use blades
And that's okay
Because in the end, we're all the same
Addicts of something... Mine are blades
I am pathetic, lazy, and useless
But my blades make me forget that
They're my prized possession
It makes my day when I bleed
Even if the sky is gray
And Hell is all I see
I'll be okay
Because I have my blades
The only thing to make me happy
To make me high
And forget I'm living
Not one day do I feel dead
Because it takes one strike to come alive
To rise up, and be someone again ...
25 reads
6 Comments
David_gessner
Poem Published
21st Jul 2017 2:45am
21st Jul 2017 2:45am
Trailer Trash Romance
She sleeps beside me as I lie awake in her bed, stuck in that murky place between the high and the comedown, full of melancholy and the blues...
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the shadows guarding our...
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the shadows guarding our...
32 reads
4 Comments
Madintellect
Poem Published
21st Jul 2017 1:16am
21st Jul 2017 1:16am
Strong Brew
Let the beer swish
Fuck a fishing rod
Go spear fish
Its sincere bliss
Save money
On a therapist Lol
Give a brod
A river rod
This needs more
An explosion of C4
I dont want to
Write a ryme
That blows
Like a leaf blower
That leaves an odor
Fuck those who
Want to be a doubter
Im done
Fuck a fishing rod
Go spear fish
Its sincere bliss
Save money
On a therapist Lol
Give a brod
A river rod
This needs more
An explosion of C4
I dont want to
Write a ryme
That blows
Like a leaf blower
That leaves an odor
Fuck those who
Want to be a doubter
Im done
19 reads
2 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
Happy Pill
I gladly took my happy pill
They said it would my sadness kill
But it didn't work
And I went berzerk
And now they say I'm madly ill
They said it would my sadness kill
But it didn't work
And I went berzerk
And now they say I'm madly ill
30 reads
5 Comments
Hyperion
Poem Published
19th Jul 2017 4:05pm
19th Jul 2017 4:05pm
Cessation
I was calm, content
Then I felt anger
And had to vent
In my head I said
These are not your emotions
They are someone else's
But yet as I reflect
Like a mirror, the mind
It feels like waves sometimes
What he said resonated in me
My vibration was a scary tone
I felt the anger in my head my chest
And all my extremities
Anger, negative thoughts
Are wicked enemies
But I cannot deny
These emotions are in me
I open my third eye to see
Recovery recovery
How we all want it not
To...
Then I felt anger
And had to vent
In my head I said
These are not your emotions
They are someone else's
But yet as I reflect
Like a mirror, the mind
It feels like waves sometimes
What he said resonated in me
My vibration was a scary tone
I felt the anger in my head my chest
And all my extremities
Anger, negative thoughts
Are wicked enemies
But I cannot deny
These emotions are in me
I open my third eye to see
Recovery recovery
How we all want it not
To...
36 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Jul 2017 00:28am
19th Jul 2017 00:28am
I hate it when they ask ..
she said so what are you reading ..
it was the twelfth century writings
of gerald of wales,
although I told her
it was the latest thriller by somebody or other
wise she'd have thought me stupid ..
it was the twelfth century writings
of gerald of wales,
although I told her
it was the latest thriller by somebody or other
wise she'd have thought me stupid ..
33 reads
5 Comments
Nameless_Traveler
Poem Published
18th Jul 2017 00:18am
18th Jul 2017 00:18am
Smoke
Smokey bubbles-- Trapped behind glass
Filling up the murky water like spherical clouds of the sea
Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence
~~~
Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb
Scrawled across my walls
Graffiti inside my heart
~~~
I pull this patience from my well in solitude
Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs
Breathe deeply and clear
~~~
Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared
Acceptance as I pick up my chain...
...But there will always be time to...
Filling up the murky water like spherical clouds of the sea
Bursting in heaven as blissful flatulence
~~~
Lightening my heart, bringing freedom to my womb
Scrawled across my walls
Graffiti inside my heart
~~~
I pull this patience from my well in solitude
Homogenising the cultivated need within to better suit my needs
Breathe deeply and clear
~~~
Resting wickedly -- Passing moments endeared
Acceptance as I pick up my chain...
...But there will always be time to...
26 reads
2 Comments
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