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.
SoloFives
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:12pm
Yesterday 9:12pm
DreAmCaSt
I keep having this dream (Having this dream)
Where a waterfall of my teeth fall out
Stuck inside the devils play ground
Being chased by voices of people I cant see
Now, I dont know what it means (Dont know what it means)
Maybe I'm going crazy
Listening to Lucifers illusive words
A Lucid world that crashed and burned
I just want to be free (I want to be free)
Scream r.i.p to the old me
I hate to say it, and it brings much pain again
I will never be the same when saying this
It was a crash test, I dont have sense
Im to avid on...
Where a waterfall of my teeth fall out
Stuck inside the devils play ground
Being chased by voices of people I cant see
Now, I dont know what it means (Dont know what it means)
Maybe I'm going crazy
Listening to Lucifers illusive words
A Lucid world that crashed and burned
I just want to be free (I want to be free)
Scream r.i.p to the old me
I hate to say it, and it brings much pain again
I will never be the same when saying this
It was a crash test, I dont have sense
Im to avid on...
#conflict
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
7 reads
1 Comment
SimpleTon
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:45pm
Yesterday 12:45pm
The silent bridge stands witness!
The things we take for granted:
Skid marks on tarmac, learner driver startled by lycra blur causing them to break too hard.
A hundred shards of a
smashed wine glass from a woman with shattered dreams and a broken heart.
Chicken and chip boxes, naughty kids who skipped maths.
A bus shelter, broken seat and graffiti, urine puddles from intoxicated teens.
The shell of a bicycle attached to railing seat stolen, pedals stolen, tyres punctured and bell broken.
A tiny amount of sick in a phone box from a heroine addict...
Skid marks on tarmac, learner driver startled by lycra blur causing them to break too hard.
A hundred shards of a
smashed wine glass from a woman with shattered dreams and a broken heart.
Chicken and chip boxes, naughty kids who skipped maths.
A bus shelter, broken seat and graffiti, urine puddles from intoxicated teens.
The shell of a bicycle attached to railing seat stolen, pedals stolen, tyres punctured and bell broken.
A tiny amount of sick in a phone box from a heroine addict...
#grief
#death
#drugs #suffering
#drugs #suffering
17 reads
2 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 6:48am
21st Apr 2019 6:48am
Good Good Friday
I just did it, I just took that
First drink after 40 days and
I’ve got to tell you, it’s even
Sweeter than I remember
In fact, I suggest all you
Alcoholics take a break every
Once in a while, I don’t know
About 40 days, but a week,
Maybe two
This is my transition from
Alcoholic poet to health and
Lifestyle guru because after
40 days, I know what it’s
like to be a recovering addict
and now I’m going to annoy
all of you
I’m watching my favorite
Writer talk about his new
Book and trying to...
First drink after 40 days and
I’ve got to tell you, it’s even
Sweeter than I remember
In fact, I suggest all you
Alcoholics take a break every
Once in a while, I don’t know
About 40 days, but a week,
Maybe two
This is my transition from
Alcoholic poet to health and
Lifestyle guru because after
40 days, I know what it’s
like to be a recovering addict
and now I’m going to annoy
all of you
I’m watching my favorite
Writer talk about his new
Book and trying to...
#Easter
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#FeelingTrapped
#SelfWorth
22 reads
0 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 1:30am
19th Apr 2019 1:30am
Pretty Pretty Pink Pills
Pretty pink pills
So pale pretty pink
Round and round you go
Tragedy before, tears fall
Heart break, lungs constrict
Stoic peace after, abstract
Outside looking in
Time marches on, duty to be done
In the times between times
While all slumber I wake
Mind whirling, cognizant
Body shaking, uselessly begging
For repose no longer given
So pale pretty pink
Round and round you go
Tragedy before, tears fall
Heart break, lungs constrict
Stoic peace after, abstract
Outside looking in
Time marches on, duty to be done
In the times between times
While all slumber I wake
Mind whirling, cognizant
Body shaking, uselessly begging
For repose no longer given
#drugs
#temptation
35 reads
4 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
18th Apr 2019 3:15am
18th Apr 2019 3:15am
Boogie Down’s Reluctance
Life moves slow; it took a
Month of sobriety before I
Finally cleaned the bathtub so
That million bucks is a long
Way off, and with lent ending
In a few days, I’m probably
On my way back to
Square one where it’s
More fun, but this much
Closer to the gutter
Starry night with the
Computer glare
The only transmissions being
The spam in your inbox that you ...
Month of sobriety before I
Finally cleaned the bathtub so
That million bucks is a long
Way off, and with lent ending
In a few days, I’m probably
On my way back to
Square one where it’s
More fun, but this much
Closer to the gutter
Starry night with the
Computer glare
The only transmissions being
The spam in your inbox that you ...
#loneliness
#technology
#alcohol
#emptiness
#poverty
35 reads
0 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
17th Apr 2019 8:08pm
17th Apr 2019 8:08pm
Adderall
awaken my brain
shake me up
make me itch for movement
I can do anything
with you running my mind
you melt away my shell
bring out the loud parts of me
that nobody ever sees
you unclothe me
and let me be myself
you show me the motivation
I can never find on my own
give me progress
and when I'm stuck
I'll come back for more
I don't need sleep-
how can I rest with you
pounding on my heart?
I don't need food for fuel-
you're good enough
until I crash hard
hungry and sad...
shake me up
make me itch for movement
I can do anything
with you running my mind
you melt away my shell
bring out the loud parts of me
that nobody ever sees
you unclothe me
and let me be myself
you show me the motivation
I can never find on my own
give me progress
and when I'm stuck
I'll come back for more
I don't need sleep-
how can I rest with you
pounding on my heart?
I don't need food for fuel-
you're good enough
until I crash hard
hungry and sad...
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2019
50 reads
4 Comments
ChronicleSinner
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 10:56am
16th Apr 2019 10:56am
Cathedral
Monroe darling, tell me for you was it the same.
For all your success was your deal the thing to blame?
Mrs Winehouse was your addicition a blessing in disguise.
Is it what satan gave to you in order for fame in your eyes?
I’ve drunken that bottle of absinthe and spoken to the green fairy.
the fact that the white rabbit keeps intervening is extremely contrary,
Ive told alice many times before I believe her to be a liar.
For drugs created wonderland for her true desire.
I’m always bought back to the darkest moment.
Maybe I want some feeling for my...
For all your success was your deal the thing to blame?
Mrs Winehouse was your addicition a blessing in disguise.
Is it what satan gave to you in order for fame in your eyes?
I’ve drunken that bottle of absinthe and spoken to the green fairy.
the fact that the white rabbit keeps intervening is extremely contrary,
Ive told alice many times before I believe her to be a liar.
For drugs created wonderland for her true desire.
I’m always bought back to the darkest moment.
Maybe I want some feeling for my...
#drugs
#addiction
#SelfReflection #temptation
#SelfReflection #temptation
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0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 6:32pm
13th Apr 2019 6:32pm
Prevaricant Speech Therapy
Pacts? Promises?
The human mouth rings so shallow
while shrouding itself in a shit-screen
of grandiose
significance,
the significance of being meaningless
in tangles of prevarication, manipulation,
the commonality of lies telling of "truth"
that is of a self-same horror delusion.
"Speak! Say something!. Something worth speaking of."
No, thank you.
"Surely you have some prized opinion or cherished
belief
worth shouting from the roof'tops."
No....
The human mouth rings so shallow
while shrouding itself in a shit-screen
of grandiose
significance,
the significance of being meaningless
in tangles of prevarication, manipulation,
the commonality of lies telling of "truth"
that is of a self-same horror delusion.
"Speak! Say something!. Something worth speaking of."
No, thank you.
"Surely you have some prized opinion or cherished
belief
worth shouting from the roof'tops."
No....
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
#identity
#confusion
63 reads
6 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 3:37am
13th Apr 2019 3:37am
pale
I remember
Aqualung
coughing over the engine,
scared
but with him
and so still sublime.
A shiver of its own, that morning -
my absolute darling,
my favorite voice
just a little stuck,
his teeth all clenched
more and more
as the turn was missed.
Top down on the mini coop
and I still think
I heard his jaw creak. He
didn't seem to notice.
Dealer at the station.
She passed up on a ridearound
and just slid it to him in a cigarette box.
I couldn't talk. My...
Aqualung
coughing over the engine,
scared
but with him
and so still sublime.
A shiver of its own, that morning -
my absolute darling,
my favorite voice
just a little stuck,
his teeth all clenched
more and more
as the turn was missed.
Top down on the mini coop
and I still think
I heard his jaw creak. He
didn't seem to notice.
Dealer at the station.
She passed up on a ridearound
and just slid it to him in a cigarette box.
I couldn't talk. My...
#love
#addiction
33 reads
1 Comment
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 10:34pm
12th Apr 2019 10:34pm
Spaced out
I'm a spaceman
In a white suit
Aliens, I come in peace
Please don't shoot
Don't shoot
Strange planets
Crash landings
Ships abandoned
This gravity
Can hardly stand it
Spark a flame
And fan it
Catch some warmth
At least for a minute
Extraterrestrials
Blurry vision
Shaky legs
Lack of precision
Rotten decisions
Tentacles breaching summits
Someone gun em
I'm done with running
Rip the gun from
Frozen sons
And show why ...
In a white suit
Aliens, I come in peace
Please don't shoot
Don't shoot
Strange planets
Crash landings
Ships abandoned
This gravity
Can hardly stand it
Spark a flame
And fan it
Catch some warmth
At least for a minute
Extraterrestrials
Blurry vision
Shaky legs
Lack of precision
Rotten decisions
Tentacles breaching summits
Someone gun em
I'm done with running
Rip the gun from
Frozen sons
And show why ...
#dreams
#drugs
#addiction
#nightmares
#scifi
33 reads
0 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 3:52pm
12th Apr 2019 3:52pm
Before the Daze of “Ecstasy” – Cycle Four: Day Twelve
The tree bends down in burble sparkling rage,
The streetlights flail as golden spider webs,
On strange piano, crazy boho streets,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
My fingers bend to play a whipping tail,
My Yamaha that’s oddly sprung to life,
The doctor’s smiles that bear in bubbled words,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
His clownish mouth that moves in static growl,
That calls me out, he moves, Nijinsky’s Fawn,
My feet now lead balloons, now lion’s claws,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy. ...
The streetlights flail as golden spider webs,
On strange piano, crazy boho streets,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
My fingers bend to play a whipping tail,
My Yamaha that’s oddly sprung to life,
The doctor’s smiles that bear in bubbled words,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy.
His clownish mouth that moves in static growl,
That calls me out, he moves, Nijinsky’s Fawn,
My feet now lead balloons, now lion’s claws,
Before they called the letters Ecstasy. ...
#relationships
#drugs
#NaPoWriMo2019
24 reads
0 Comments
LivDiane
Liv Diane
Liv Diane
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 4:01am
12th Apr 2019 4:01am
Our End
The doors are locked
And I've lost my key
I knock real hard
You can not hear me
That needle is loud
It’s whispering to you
Telling you all these lies
Telling you what to do
It’s stolen your heart
It’s taken your dreams
I know you won’t stop
Until it’s made you scream
You’ve tarnished yourself
You shattered your character
I can’t even see you now
Behind all these barriers
I can’t love this person
What you turned out to be
The ways you degraded --
And even berated me
I’m lost...
And I've lost my key
I knock real hard
You can not hear me
That needle is loud
It’s whispering to you
Telling you all these lies
Telling you what to do
It’s stolen your heart
It’s taken your dreams
I know you won’t stop
Until it’s made you scream
You’ve tarnished yourself
You shattered your character
I can’t even see you now
Behind all these barriers
I can’t love this person
What you turned out to be
The ways you degraded --
And even berated me
I’m lost...
#breakup
#drugs
89 reads
15 Comments
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