Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
slipalong
Poem Published
28th Jun 2020 3:25pm
28th Jun 2020 3:25pm
The dealers rap
Fishnet tights, holes of your complex
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 % ...
Times crosswords on the commuter train
the points that rattle through your brain
that mother fucker
that cock sucker
the healing weed you grow
with each unwrap and feel the glow
Each incest , temptations scribe
that high riding skirt that pulls your eyes
the cocaine up the tube it goes
the hook and line of witty pros
and smack your soul, smack your muse
Shelf stealer, will plagiarism feed your habit
LSD the elephant sized pink rabbit
pure Columbian 100 % ...
#LifeAsAWriter
41 reads
4 Comments
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 5:43pm
27th Jun 2020 5:43pm
Poet-aholic
A friend called me a poet-aholic...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet somehow seeing a clearer...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet somehow seeing a clearer...
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
74 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 8:26am
26th Jun 2020 8:26am
Prose Fiend
I’m a prose fiend
It’s my dopamine
I inject it with a pencil
With the potential it will give me a high better than any amphetamine
Then my brain reigns supreme
Hiding a larger scheme
The stencil is essential
With a beast mode better than the average if you know what I mean
I’m a poem addict
It’s a vicious habit
I insert it with a pen
When I make the time to do a line and rhyme to redesign my wildest dreams
It’s bulging in my genes
Splitting at the seams
Wanting a good...
It’s my dopamine
I inject it with a pencil
With the potential it will give me a high better than any amphetamine
Then my brain reigns supreme
Hiding a larger scheme
The stencil is essential
With a beast mode better than the average if you know what I mean
I’m a poem addict
It’s a vicious habit
I insert it with a pen
When I make the time to do a line and rhyme to redesign my wildest dreams
It’s bulging in my genes
Splitting at the seams
Wanting a good...
#rhyming
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 4:19am
26th Jun 2020 4:19am
Where There's a Will There's a Way
Until the sun rises in the north and sets in the South I will,
until my heart pumps its final beat and my lungs expand for my last breath I will
all day every day until my last day I will love her. I'd kill or be killed for her I'd take a bullet for the one I love even if it was from the one I love because at the end of the day no matter how hard I try to convince myself why I shouldn't I can't and I still love her anyway and when I pass away my last thought will be of her even now I can picture her smiling face. My love for her remains and she'll remain in my heart mind and spirit...
until my heart pumps its final beat and my lungs expand for my last breath I will
all day every day until my last day I will love her. I'd kill or be killed for her I'd take a bullet for the one I love even if it was from the one I love because at the end of the day no matter how hard I try to convince myself why I shouldn't I can't and I still love her anyway and when I pass away my last thought will be of her even now I can picture her smiling face. My love for her remains and she'll remain in my heart mind and spirit...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#betrayal
#philosophical
60 reads
9 Comments
clairethepoet
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 00:55am
26th Jun 2020 00:55am
heaven
The dope gave me peace
released the tension
so on a rocket ship I went to find heaven
My demons in the closet locked away
I forgive myself I forgive my pain
The dope gave me closure
and i felt closer to myself then I ever had before
Now that light was shed on my herione addiction
rehab was the next thing I got to explore
released the tension
so on a rocket ship I went to find heaven
My demons in the closet locked away
I forgive myself I forgive my pain
The dope gave me closure
and i felt closer to myself then I ever had before
Now that light was shed on my herione addiction
rehab was the next thing I got to explore
#addiction
55 reads
2 Comments
clairethepoet
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 00:47am
26th Jun 2020 00:47am
addiction
#addiction
63 reads
0 Comments
ChronicleSinner
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 12:41pm
24th Jun 2020 12:41pm
WHATCHA CALLING FOR?
Can someone speed dial Molly,
tell her to meet us on the club floor.
She’s a VIP, no waiting at the front door.
Don’t talk her up, just swallow her down,
She’s a bitch zone drug craving more
then a mystical sound.
Now we’re bouncing off walls
in the bathrooms, Mary, mary
quite contrary whilst the mirror
speaks my drunk dooms.
Watching the china white come in
one door and get snorted out the
back door, rainbows on the ceiling,
now our minds are on the floor.
Just touch me up, do I look like
I did at the...
tell her to meet us on the club floor.
She’s a VIP, no waiting at the front door.
Don’t talk her up, just swallow her down,
She’s a bitch zone drug craving more
then a mystical sound.
Now we’re bouncing off walls
in the bathrooms, Mary, mary
quite contrary whilst the mirror
speaks my drunk dooms.
Watching the china white come in
one door and get snorted out the
back door, rainbows on the ceiling,
now our minds are on the floor.
Just touch me up, do I look like
I did at the...
#love
#erotic
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
45 reads
0 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:48am
23rd Jun 2020 2:48am
Why I drink
over 90% of what's taking place in the world is bullshit.... false illusions.... everyone is a "spiritual teacher" ....etc etc.
real talk.... artificial smiles; the truth is that most ppl are more or less miserable.... trying to make sense out of this life....I'm real enough to admit that I am....
I feel like a rebel; i don't care to be one....but it beats being stuck in a robotic mechanical mentality; I believe in something greater than what meets the eye and beyond comprehension of the human mind....
but I refuse to be...
real talk.... artificial smiles; the truth is that most ppl are more or less miserable.... trying to make sense out of this life....I'm real enough to admit that I am....
I feel like a rebel; i don't care to be one....but it beats being stuck in a robotic mechanical mentality; I believe in something greater than what meets the eye and beyond comprehension of the human mind....
but I refuse to be...
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
#humankind #myself
#humankind #myself
57 reads
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 10:25pm
21st Jun 2020 10:25pm
Cannibals in the dark
a jungle is growing in my
backyard.
and now the hounds leap
through the brush
as I pack a bowl of fresh
herb
and let it blaze, then
exhale.
I peer out toward the
twilight.
what is out there?
backyard.
and now the hounds leap
through the brush
as I pack a bowl of fresh
herb
and let it blaze, then
exhale.
I peer out toward the
twilight.
what is out there?
#drugs
#LifeCycle
47 reads
0 Comments
AccidentalSinA
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 6:51am
19th Jun 2020 6:51am
If my meth addiction could speak...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
145 reads
3 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Bumped 15th Jun 2020 5:52pm
13th May 2020 00:06am
13th May 2020 00:06am
dirty drunk next door
You could say her hair is perfumed with whiskey
And other things.. if you get me
Never home to see her kids
Or pets, just grabs her keys
And drives to places I’d rather not imagine
I don’t talk about it
She’s that dirty drunk next door
Trashed each night, in slutty clothes
In the arms of another beer stained dick
Ready to stumble upstairs
They’ll be asleep by morning
And out again Sunday
I try not to question things anymore
That shit gets exhausting
When I hear the pounds and screams
I put on...
And other things.. if you get me
Never home to see her kids
Or pets, just grabs her keys
And drives to places I’d rather not imagine
I don’t talk about it
She’s that dirty drunk next door
Trashed each night, in slutty clothes
In the arms of another beer stained dick
Ready to stumble upstairs
They’ll be asleep by morning
And out again Sunday
I try not to question things anymore
That shit gets exhausting
When I hear the pounds and screams
I put on...
#sex
#abuse
#alcohol
#memories
#addiction
105 reads
0 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 9:55pm
14th Jun 2020 9:55pm
olanzipine blues
all my muscle feels like
struggling in
punishing weights on
ankles and wrists
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my mind feels like
running into padded corners
smashing body
against blue mattress
no one can hear me
no one that matters
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my joints feel like
old machine needs oiling
rheumatic pain
thank you thank you
for this
struggling in
punishing weights on
ankles and wrists
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my mind feels like
running into padded corners
smashing body
against blue mattress
no one can hear me
no one that matters
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my joints feel like
old machine needs oiling
rheumatic pain
thank you thank you
for this
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
86 reads
10 Comments
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