Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
archie23
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 10:43am
25th Feb 2021 10:43am
I BELONG BEHIND BARS
I BELONG BEHIND BARS
Your honor upon your endless hour of power
and dear jury sentenced here by notice with fury
and forced to be here by fear of being fined or to be my peer
just hear me and listen to the story before me
just a simple sentence or two before the cast
of the courtroom before it casts it's sentence of doom.
----I was a drowned sea king, drunk like a fish
depressed and pressed into seeking deep rest like the rest
when I found my wish, kind of a kind dove, without looking
and hooking me , drawing me in and above like love ...
Your honor upon your endless hour of power
and dear jury sentenced here by notice with fury
and forced to be here by fear of being fined or to be my peer
just hear me and listen to the story before me
just a simple sentence or two before the cast
of the courtroom before it casts it's sentence of doom.
----I was a drowned sea king, drunk like a fish
depressed and pressed into seeking deep rest like the rest
when I found my wish, kind of a kind dove, without looking
and hooking me , drawing me in and above like love ...
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
#suffering #manipulation
#suffering #manipulation
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3 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 10:59pm
23rd Feb 2021 10:59pm
Lost horizon
Marching.
Endless .....
So far, too far to find solace.
Bitterness cascading.
Sugar lips...
Pressing, engaging.
I'm hooked.
Your my hooker.
I love you beyond your skirt.
Your boys are my boys.
Treat me tenderly.
Caress my soft tissue.
I'll happily take you deeper.
Beyond your comfort zone.
Into the altogether unknown.
To dip gently on your nectar.
Bury my head in your velvet heaven.
So go ahead, envelope my yearnings.
Trickle down my throat until tomorrow dies
End of me and...
Endless .....
So far, too far to find solace.
Bitterness cascading.
Sugar lips...
Pressing, engaging.
I'm hooked.
Your my hooker.
I love you beyond your skirt.
Your boys are my boys.
Treat me tenderly.
Caress my soft tissue.
I'll happily take you deeper.
Beyond your comfort zone.
Into the altogether unknown.
To dip gently on your nectar.
Bury my head in your velvet heaven.
So go ahead, envelope my yearnings.
Trickle down my throat until tomorrow dies
End of me and...
#addiction
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Kropotkin
Ian baxter
Ian baxter
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 9:05pm
23rd Feb 2021 9:05pm
Day/night
Welcome this new day
Clean and healthy
Body and mind
For what need have we?
For the excessive
For the extravagant
Or the extreme?
To remain strong and aware
Full of love and curiosity
The best we can,,
everyday
No matter what..
Inside us all
Is a goodness of nature
A fineness of spirit
And a kindness of heart
Nurture it...always.
We are truly blessed,,,
Thank you mum and dad💕
Clean and healthy
Body and mind
For what need have we?
For the excessive
For the extravagant
Or the extreme?
To remain strong and aware
Full of love and curiosity
The best we can,,
everyday
No matter what..
Inside us all
Is a goodness of nature
A fineness of spirit
And a kindness of heart
Nurture it...always.
We are truly blessed,,,
Thank you mum and dad💕
#addiction
#healing
34 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 7:28am
23rd Feb 2021 7:28am
Shiver-Shake Shit-Bag Opus.4
ARch>>>>>>Devil
Anc
estor s da nce
in me little late-life roomy'room
<<>>> at they's UkraniPolski
white'n slimey
s k i n suckin'eachOther Off
(don'bite! don'bite)
now thatcha'mention it
they skin real looks like fckn Cum!
gawdamn........never seen a...
Anc
estor s da nce
in me little late-life roomy'room
<<>>> at they's UkraniPolski
white'n slimey
s k i n suckin'eachOther Off
(don'bite! don'bite)
now thatcha'mention it
they skin real looks like fckn Cum!
gawdamn........never seen a...
#lust
#sex
#alcohol
#drugs
#dirty
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 00:20am
23rd Feb 2021 00:20am
Excuses
So you are not who
You thought you would be.
Unfortunate that life threw you
A curve
A banana peel
on which you swerved
Never control regained
Choosing to live in a
World of drugs, booze
And pain.
You thought you would be.
Unfortunate that life threw you
A curve
A banana peel
on which you swerved
Never control regained
Choosing to live in a
World of drugs, booze
And pain.
#dark
#emptiness
52 reads
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 11:50pm
21st Feb 2021 11:50pm
Eat Me
mycelium growing underground
reaching up to where we're found
nlossoming in phallic buds
'eat me" eat me' just because
the universe is here to share
spectral visions everywhere
even when we close our eyes
a tantalizing deep surprise
a reawaking from mind's sleep
by an ocean heaving deep
where waves keep coming just to leave
with feelings rising as they weave
our lives within a new
vision of me and of you
in a sea of everything
everywhere as angels sing
in these words and in this rhyme ...
reaching up to where we're found
nlossoming in phallic buds
'eat me" eat me' just because
the universe is here to share
spectral visions everywhere
even when we close our eyes
a tantalizing deep surprise
a reawaking from mind's sleep
by an ocean heaving deep
where waves keep coming just to leave
with feelings rising as they weave
our lives within a new
vision of me and of you
in a sea of everything
everywhere as angels sing
in these words and in this rhyme ...
#nature
#magic
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 3:34am
21st Feb 2021 3:34am
me and my two brains
despite being clean
and sober for fourty
or so years, occasionally
my old brain visits me
from out of nowhere
and whispers to my
soul,
" Come on-get high
one more time! It will
make everything okay!
No one will ever know."
but my new brain says,
"what the FUCK are you
thinking! You'll know!
why don't you stay sober
one more day and every-
thing will be great!"
glad I listen to that
new brain.
love y'all
and sober for fourty
or so years, occasionally
my old brain visits me
from out of nowhere
and whispers to my
soul,
" Come on-get high
one more time! It will
make everything okay!
No one will ever know."
but my new brain says,
"what the FUCK are you
thinking! You'll know!
why don't you stay sober
one more day and every-
thing will be great!"
glad I listen to that
new brain.
love y'all
#addiction
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17 Comments
Mountainriverman
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 2:15pm
19th Feb 2021 2:15pm
My favorite drug by far
you can have the cocaine just give me whiskey
you can have your Mary Jane, just pass me a beer
you can have your needle just give me a bottle
alcohol is my favorite drug by far
still dream about that buzz 4 years after my last drink
the feeling of being weightless as my mind is at ease
I still don't wanna think I'll never have another drop
but if I have some I'll lose all I've got
you can have the cocaine just give me whiskey
you can have your Mary Jane, just pass me a beer
you can have your needle just give me a bottle ...
you can have your Mary Jane, just pass me a beer
you can have your needle just give me a bottle
alcohol is my favorite drug by far
still dream about that buzz 4 years after my last drink
the feeling of being weightless as my mind is at ease
I still don't wanna think I'll never have another drop
but if I have some I'll lose all I've got
you can have the cocaine just give me whiskey
you can have your Mary Jane, just pass me a beer
you can have your needle just give me a bottle ...
#alcohol
#addiction
34 reads
3 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 12:59pm
19th Feb 2021 12:59pm
Bedsit
A bedsit room above a street
I’ve known since childhood.
(This poem comes from childhood.)
The street is known for drugs
and poverty.
A taxi driver recently
told me about a fare he drove
to and from a crack house on that street.
(I can’t write “crack house” unsmilingly.
It’s just a funny phrase, like “batty boy”
or “government integrity”.)
An emaciated woman leant
in the doorway.
She wore a loose bathrobe,
the merest courtesy
hiding her breasts and bones.
The bedsit as I picture it
was up a...
I’ve known since childhood.
(This poem comes from childhood.)
The street is known for drugs
and poverty.
A taxi driver recently
told me about a fare he drove
to and from a crack house on that street.
(I can’t write “crack house” unsmilingly.
It’s just a funny phrase, like “batty boy”
or “government integrity”.)
An emaciated woman leant
in the doorway.
She wore a loose bathrobe,
the merest courtesy
hiding her breasts and bones.
The bedsit as I picture it
was up a...
#mother
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3 Comments
EyeLikeMe
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 11:18pm
17th Feb 2021 11:18pm
A moment of time is needed
Just to be back in
Sometimes I pay to pay the price
So that I remember wtf it is,
....that I have been
This is nice
...a split second on pause
...a mandatory," from time to time"
The rat race keeps drowning me
... but then,
.... even that,
can turn to ice.
Sometimes I pay to pay the price
So that I remember wtf it is,
....that I have been
This is nice
...a split second on pause
...a mandatory," from time to time"
The rat race keeps drowning me
... but then,
.... even that,
can turn to ice.
#happiness
#hope
#forgiveness
#inspirational
#gratitude
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3 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
17th Feb 2021 2:25am
17th Feb 2021 2:25am
THATS THE PLAN FOR THE SANDMAN
THAT'S THE PLAN FOR THE SANDMAN
He's not like a snowman, no, man
Not a man-shaped sand castle ass hole
He's an emptied out part of your soul
POP THAT PILL---POP THAT PILL
FEEL THAT FEEL---MAKE IT REAL
And let the world grow dim in new light
Delight---new sight
Yeah----see-now you see---that is him
Reel in reality -suck in the aroma
Like a scorned newborn
awoken from a coma
Suck in the sounds which surrounds
the sights scorched
with torched tortured lights
Now you know----mmmmm.....
........me ......... ...
He's not like a snowman, no, man
Not a man-shaped sand castle ass hole
He's an emptied out part of your soul
POP THAT PILL---POP THAT PILL
FEEL THAT FEEL---MAKE IT REAL
And let the world grow dim in new light
Delight---new sight
Yeah----see-now you see---that is him
Reel in reality -suck in the aroma
Like a scorned newborn
awoken from a coma
Suck in the sounds which surrounds
the sights scorched
with torched tortured lights
Now you know----mmmmm.....
........me ......... ...
#motivational
#inspirational
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 9:53pm
16th Feb 2021 9:53pm
Self-Destructive Chemistry
Caught inside the maze of isolation
Seeking for escape in the right direction
Deterrents of distraction endorse delay
And you never wanted it to be this way
I've been there and I am you
Despite our differences in point of view
As loneliness greets us, even in a full room
Underlying whispers of accusation
When demons narrate our personal gloom
Lip deep conviction is the soul's placation
Nevertheless surely there's something to be said for
The hope we embrace of poorly executed desire
In our weakness, as we stumble towards...
Seeking for escape in the right direction
Deterrents of distraction endorse delay
And you never wanted it to be this way
I've been there and I am you
Despite our differences in point of view
As loneliness greets us, even in a full room
Underlying whispers of accusation
When demons narrate our personal gloom
Lip deep conviction is the soul's placation
Nevertheless surely there's something to be said for
The hope we embrace of poorly executed desire
In our weakness, as we stumble towards...
#lust
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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2 Comments
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