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.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:20pm
Yesterday 8:20pm
The Decision
She's only thirteen, her brighter days were turning black.
Little grass and prescriptions,
She wanted nothing to do with this.
And mom said, "Baby, let's go for a drive. Get some coffee and a soda for you.
You must chose between him and your sister. Hope you have a nice day at school."
How could you have asked me?
How could you do that?
I barely even know her
Did you really think I'd kick him out?
Looking back, I feel repulsed.
Did she love him anymore?
If you really really loved him, you wouldn't have put your faith in a child.
Little grass and prescriptions,
She wanted nothing to do with this.
And mom said, "Baby, let's go for a drive. Get some coffee and a soda for you.
You must chose between him and your sister. Hope you have a nice day at school."
How could you have asked me?
How could you do that?
I barely even know her
Did you really think I'd kick him out?
Looking back, I feel repulsed.
Did she love him anymore?
If you really really loved him, you wouldn't have put your faith in a child.
#family
#drugs
#confusion
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0 Comments
KillHope
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:13pm
Yesterday 5:13pm
Whiskey Always Wins
Sometimes I drink too often.
At least that's what my sensible (and annoying) alter ego tries to tell me.
Drunk before work, drunk at night,
drinking as I drive to and fro (thank God for nips), my body, sometimes, rebels.
Taste buds get fried and the whiskey tastes like shit.
Temporarily.
My stomach burns as it receives more medicine.
Temporarily.
My mind (such as it is) asks "What the fuck are you doing? You don't need this today".
I keep drinking. Waiting for the FeelGood.
Because whiskey always wins.
I begin to mellow out as the glow...
At least that's what my sensible (and annoying) alter ego tries to tell me.
Drunk before work, drunk at night,
drinking as I drive to and fro (thank God for nips), my body, sometimes, rebels.
Taste buds get fried and the whiskey tastes like shit.
Temporarily.
My stomach burns as it receives more medicine.
Temporarily.
My mind (such as it is) asks "What the fuck are you doing? You don't need this today".
I keep drinking. Waiting for the FeelGood.
Because whiskey always wins.
I begin to mellow out as the glow...
#dark
#apathy
18 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Feb 2019 4:20am
12th Feb 2019 4:20am
John Callahan’s Monster
You wondered how you could
Be a writer
You don’t fuck, you don’t do
Anything
You just sit around and drink
Then go to the job you
Hate
That you might possibly
Lose soon
Because a capital group bought
Out your company’s site and
Now everything was in limbo
With everyone trying to figure
Out who worked for who
And you haven’t seen one
Red cent from this writing and
The only prestige was a few
Internet comments
In fact, if an employer looked
You up, they’d see two poems
That could be...
Be a writer
You don’t fuck, you don’t do
Anything
You just sit around and drink
Then go to the job you
Hate
That you might possibly
Lose soon
Because a capital group bought
Out your company’s site and
Now everything was in limbo
With everyone trying to figure
Out who worked for who
And you haven’t seen one
Red cent from this writing and
The only prestige was a few
Internet comments
In fact, if an employer looked
You up, they’d see two poems
That could be...
#anxiety
#animals
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
49 reads
4 Comments
Wandering_Virgil
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 6:57pm
11th Feb 2019 6:57pm
Down the Hole
Fissures open ligatures lashing old wounds.
Techno honey enervates wastrels’ hot ids,
their ensconced reality altered, bent back
into temptation.
Techno honey enervates wastrels’ hot ids,
their ensconced reality altered, bent back
into temptation.
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
32 reads
4 Comments
Lee
Poem Published
11th Feb 2019 00:22am
11th Feb 2019 00:22am
Fool Proof 125
Your name is One More
late night glass and avalanching priorities
like ache
like smother
like waiting for the better
between ‘please stop’
and ‘leave me the hell alone’.
Winter winds are not
breaths you are willing to claim
and that sticky wood beneath trembling fingers
might know your real name
your face
your dna
the things you’re trying to whisk away -
that makes you no less responsible for their actions.
and you’ve monsters on your skin
that you are unsure how to bridal;
you are a gas line
a...
late night glass and avalanching priorities
like ache
like smother
like waiting for the better
between ‘please stop’
and ‘leave me the hell alone’.
Winter winds are not
breaths you are willing to claim
and that sticky wood beneath trembling fingers
might know your real name
your face
your dna
the things you’re trying to whisk away -
that makes you no less responsible for their actions.
and you’ve monsters on your skin
that you are unsure how to bridal;
you are a gas line
a...
#SelfHarm
43 reads
2 Comments
afriendoftina
Hendy
Hendy
Poem Published
9th Feb 2019 1:48am
9th Feb 2019 1:48am
You, I or She?
- PART ONE -
This tale is a warning, about a vice and its woe,
Of the lesson I learnt, and the ones yet to know.
See, the end is unwritten, might be my final farewell,
To the good and the bad, to the heaven and hell.
But the tale should be told, and so I’ll commence,
I’ll be open and honest and try not cause offence.
The whole story started less than eighteen months ago,
With me overweight, out-of-shape and my self-esteem low.
I was awkward and sad but was so sick of my lot,
I’d work out to get thin; it was no...
This tale is a warning, about a vice and its woe,
Of the lesson I learnt, and the ones yet to know.
See, the end is unwritten, might be my final farewell,
To the good and the bad, to the heaven and hell.
But the tale should be told, and so I’ll commence,
I’ll be open and honest and try not cause offence.
The whole story started less than eighteen months ago,
With me overweight, out-of-shape and my self-esteem low.
I was awkward and sad but was so sick of my lot,
I’d work out to get thin; it was no...
#LGBT
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfWorth
65 reads
2 Comments
Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 6:27pm
6th Feb 2019 6:27pm
taking control of my life
we are so broken
so fucked up
so empty and so awoken
they lie and kill the soul
they take all of our hope,
this so-called family that is meant
to love has pulled the rug from under
my feet... leaving me in defeat
their greed and laziness have made them
so rude, lying and fighting
about something as simple as
food.
trying to control my life to make it worse
these decisions aren't yours
this is my life and I will fight for what
I believe to be right.
this life is mine
this body is...
so fucked up
so empty and so awoken
they lie and kill the soul
they take all of our hope,
this so-called family that is meant
to love has pulled the rug from under
my feet... leaving me in defeat
their greed and laziness have made them
so rude, lying and fighting
about something as simple as
food.
trying to control my life to make it worse
these decisions aren't yours
this is my life and I will fight for what
I believe to be right.
this life is mine
this body is...
#anger
#hate
#family #abuse
#family #abuse
74 reads
0 Comments
LadyLaura
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 11:50am
6th Feb 2019 11:50am
Valium Obsession
Swallowing little blue pills by the milligram, taking just enough so you don’t give a damn, it stops the anger and it brings the calm, life is what it is and I am what I am.
No standing in line for my prescription, rudimentary methods to fulfil my addiction, from India to Pakistan or straight from someone’s kitchen, anything to rid me of this mental affliction.
When anxiety threats inside your head, those little pills are your best friend, they calmed the nerves when the voices said, “don’t go out, stay in instead”.
I’ve got too much to do to be taking pills...
No standing in line for my prescription, rudimentary methods to fulfil my addiction, from India to Pakistan or straight from someone’s kitchen, anything to rid me of this mental affliction.
When anxiety threats inside your head, those little pills are your best friend, they calmed the nerves when the voices said, “don’t go out, stay in instead”.
I’ve got too much to do to be taking pills...
#drugs
#addiction
#MentalHealth
49 reads
3 Comments
jbsr007
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 7:51am
6th Feb 2019 7:51am
THE WORD
IF A PICTURE IS WORTH WORDS, THEN THE WORD IS THE PICTURE. I SPEAK ON A CANVAS IN FRAMES THAT CONSTANTLY BLENDS MIXTURES. LISTEN TO THE WORDS AS THE BRAIN ENVISIONS, THE DETAILING OF EACH SYLLABLE, SHAPES PICTURES FROM THE INVISIBLE. STRONG BECOMES THE FEELING INDUCED BY A PERFECT ELIXIR, INTOXICATING MOST TO A LEVEL OF CERTAIN BENDER. AN ADDICT IS ADDED DRAWN IN HABITS OF THE SPITTER. IN A PADDED CABIN CRASHING, DESPERATELY ASKING FOR MORE RATIONS. WORKING WITH A MASTERPIECE... JUST LET ME FINISH PLEASE??? WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE, IT'S POETS PAINTING PAIRED IN ONE. A RECREATIONAL...
#PowerOfWords
50 reads
0 Comments
Unknown24_7
Ji
Ji
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 3:30am
6th Feb 2019 3:30am
Addicted
#love
#dark
#city
#drugs
#addiction
122 reads
6 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
5th Feb 2019 2:47pm
5th Feb 2019 2:47pm
Victim of Nothing, I am a Survivor (instrumental by Mors)
I could give this all up fall in love with a new life
Got a new view of a new tribe
What did I do to deserve this new life
looking back percs in petty sacks
Off white china in .1 packs
Point of all this is I took it the max
Could this one book keep me from the casket
God my life has been so tragic
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual ...
Got a new view of a new tribe
What did I do to deserve this new life
looking back percs in petty sacks
Off white china in .1 packs
Point of all this is I took it the max
Could this one book keep me from the casket
God my life has been so tragic
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual ...
#identity
#heroin
#addiction
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
66 reads
0 Comments
alisvolat82
Poem Published
5th Feb 2019 2:09pm
5th Feb 2019 2:09pm
The Problems Myself
I'm far from perfect, I'm not what I seem.
I’ll Become your worst nightmare instead of your dream
At first I seem wonderful, lovely and sweet .
But I'm not what you thought at our first meet.
Selfish, self-centered-wrapped up in myself.
With others needs ignored, put up on a shelf.
Consumed by my sickness, no room for much more.
Till you're just sick of it all and walk out the door.
You expect me to be able to still be okay
with chaos and pain consuming my day.
it's not that I don't want to and I can accept help,
but no one can...
I’ll Become your worst nightmare instead of your dream
At first I seem wonderful, lovely and sweet .
But I'm not what you thought at our first meet.
Selfish, self-centered-wrapped up in myself.
With others needs ignored, put up on a shelf.
Consumed by my sickness, no room for much more.
Till you're just sick of it all and walk out the door.
You expect me to be able to still be okay
with chaos and pain consuming my day.
it's not that I don't want to and I can accept help,
but no one can...
#addiction
74 reads
2 Comments
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