Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
beanbandit
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 10:27pm
5th Jan 2019 10:27pm
Hypomanic
Aw dammit
I'm hypomanic
I panic with all the planets
And even while taking xanax
Believing in platinum static
Stuck stranded in standard status
A Bandit, behold what the gods demanded
It's old but I understand it
Mighty
With rhythm hiding
I'm gliding, my mind is frying
I'm lying when I am dying
No pride in the crying, sighing
All aim, the sights are spying
While spraying
The paint drips
Off the words I'm saying
Just playing
I'm hypomanic
I panic with all the planets
And even while taking xanax
Believing in platinum static
Stuck stranded in standard status
A Bandit, behold what the gods demanded
It's old but I understand it
Mighty
With rhythm hiding
I'm gliding, my mind is frying
I'm lying when I am dying
No pride in the crying, sighing
All aim, the sights are spying
While spraying
The paint drips
Off the words I'm saying
Just playing
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
53 reads
6 Comments
zinnzinn
ZinNNniZ
ZinNNniZ
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:55pm
5th Jan 2019 1:55pm
Midnight Contemplation
Been burning my candle at both ends
and frankly I'm feeling quiet famished.
This concept of time I transcend,
I've been put here and shall not be banished.
It's a whole lot to try and comprehend, but some how I manage the damage.
When does the ending begin, so I can grimly rest up and just vanish?
It's baffling to watch it all unravel,
how suddenly I can see things so clear, how all that what I saw from way over there, now all looks so differently from way over here.
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back,...
and frankly I'm feeling quiet famished.
This concept of time I transcend,
I've been put here and shall not be banished.
It's a whole lot to try and comprehend, but some how I manage the damage.
When does the ending begin, so I can grimly rest up and just vanish?
It's baffling to watch it all unravel,
how suddenly I can see things so clear, how all that what I saw from way over there, now all looks so differently from way over here.
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked back,...
#depression
#regret
#addiction #SelfReflection
#addiction #SelfReflection
54 reads
7 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 7:39pm
3rd Jan 2019 7:39pm
It's all the same
#universe
#drugs
#honesty
#learning
#temptation
74 reads
2 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 4:25am
2nd Jan 2019 4:25am
Back at day 1
I am back here again
A comfortable pain
Heroin, call it by name
It doesn't matter what I want
it doesn't matter what I say
The only thing that matters is the action I take
They won't remember my intentions
My smile will fade
The only thing that matters is the action I take
I want to live
I want to thrive
I want to give
I don't want to die
This trap
wrapped in aluminium foil
wants me back
wants me in toil
Patterns...
A comfortable pain
Heroin, call it by name
It doesn't matter what I want
it doesn't matter what I say
The only thing that matters is the action I take
They won't remember my intentions
My smile will fade
The only thing that matters is the action I take
I want to live
I want to thrive
I want to give
I don't want to die
This trap
wrapped in aluminium foil
wants me back
wants me in toil
Patterns...
#heroin
#addiction
85 reads
9 Comments
Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 9:57pm
1st Jan 2019 9:57pm
Addictive insanity
Levels of insanity I couldn't fathom.
A broken soul behind lifeless eyes.
Traumatizing to witness this pitiful demise.
Another walking paradox
within the emptiness of delusion,
living behind a disguise.
Elevated to extreme levels of empathy.
In this madhouse the atmosphere feels excruciatingly empty.
Wasn't long before
I realized
the looming presence of
madness
surrounds this illusory paradise.
Could be a nice place if it wasn't oozing with toxic energy.
An addict losing her grip on "reality", whatever that is....
A broken soul behind lifeless eyes.
Traumatizing to witness this pitiful demise.
Another walking paradox
within the emptiness of delusion,
living behind a disguise.
Elevated to extreme levels of empathy.
In this madhouse the atmosphere feels excruciatingly empty.
Wasn't long before
I realized
the looming presence of
madness
surrounds this illusory paradise.
Could be a nice place if it wasn't oozing with toxic energy.
An addict losing her grip on "reality", whatever that is....
#drugs
#addiction
#humankind
71 reads
5 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 1:02am
1st Jan 2019 1:02am
Today I'm Clean
it's the end of a year
a hard one
I won some battles and lost some
but tonight sees me clean
I won't use today
it's hard to say that
it may seem like a small thing
but for me, it's not
I've celebrated every new year high or drunk
today I'm clean
means I have a chance at happiness
a future not dependent on a drug
worried because I know tomorrow is coming
and thinking about my next fix
today I know I will be alright because I didn't use today
using is scary
you...
a hard one
I won some battles and lost some
but tonight sees me clean
I won't use today
it's hard to say that
it may seem like a small thing
but for me, it's not
I've celebrated every new year high or drunk
today I'm clean
means I have a chance at happiness
a future not dependent on a drug
worried because I know tomorrow is coming
and thinking about my next fix
today I know I will be alright because I didn't use today
using is scary
you...
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
104 reads
16 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 5:43pm
31st Dec 2018 5:43pm
Only joking
The days were all white lighting and strawberry lambrini
Ide be in a haze for days I could barely see
Experimenting with new drugs cocaine ketamine ecstasy
Who knew wat affect these chemicals would have on me
Cleaning fairies putting you're clothes away
No matter how skint I was I had a place to stay
Life was one big party and hard I did play
But to go back oh lord I wish I pray
Now I'm older fatter wiser yet a little broken
And to think back then I didn't care what I was smoking
But life can hit you like the first shot of a bong...
Ide be in a haze for days I could barely see
Experimenting with new drugs cocaine ketamine ecstasy
Who knew wat affect these chemicals would have on me
Cleaning fairies putting you're clothes away
No matter how skint I was I had a place to stay
Life was one big party and hard I did play
But to go back oh lord I wish I pray
Now I'm older fatter wiser yet a little broken
And to think back then I didn't care what I was smoking
But life can hit you like the first shot of a bong...
#grief
#confusion
24 reads
0 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 2:50am
29th Dec 2018 2:50am
Noose (instrumental by Mors)
Movie film, I fit the script
Who be him, I groove that hit
Watch it fall in place around me
Slip the noose I wear it proudly
Locked and loaded
Lots to show and I should really go with it
Stop n slowed a moving ghost
I truly know I'm losing it
Shut me down - stainin' crown
Creep and crawl around my cuts
Beat me down I be around
Substance suffer not enough
I am sick -burn my wick all up
You think I give a fuck
You'd be wrong
I'll take fall and fold into the deeper darkness
Trenches of...
Who be him, I groove that hit
Watch it fall in place around me
Slip the noose I wear it proudly
Locked and loaded
Lots to show and I should really go with it
Stop n slowed a moving ghost
I truly know I'm losing it
Shut me down - stainin' crown
Creep and crawl around my cuts
Beat me down I be around
Substance suffer not enough
I am sick -burn my wick all up
You think I give a fuck
You'd be wrong
I'll take fall and fold into the deeper darkness
Trenches of...
#dark
#SelfHarm
#heroin #addiction
#heroin #addiction
82 reads
6 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
19th Dec 2018 00:19am
19th Dec 2018 00:19am
the red wine rodeo
as a parent, at least I know
to look for fuchsia in the snow
or in spots about the kitchen tile.
As my child's only chance
to refuse addiction's dance,
I'll sharpie-mark my bottles,
I will not be beguiled
by the easy, wide suburban walls,
or leave the wine to stench and call
to my sober, bored, alone
suburban child.
The redness will not find their teeth -
the yellow, either, after weeks
of hearing siren songs
and listening.
What a light head.
dad is...
to look for fuchsia in the snow
or in spots about the kitchen tile.
As my child's only chance
to refuse addiction's dance,
I'll sharpie-mark my bottles,
I will not be beguiled
by the easy, wide suburban walls,
or leave the wine to stench and call
to my sober, bored, alone
suburban child.
The redness will not find their teeth -
the yellow, either, after weeks
of hearing siren songs
and listening.
What a light head.
dad is...
#alcohol
67 reads
1 Comment
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
16th Dec 2018 8:05pm
16th Dec 2018 8:05pm
dizzy head talking
I miss the dorm room
always looking back at me
like there's something I should be doing
if I had all my time to myself
I would be an absolute lunatic
but coffee at Highland
and the blessed vegan cookies.
I'd study and pay homage to old loves
and test material for hours
and hours and hours at a time.
I miss the books,
the language between friends,
the quiet
and quickness of each day.
well now.
drunker and drunker becomes the poet.
like fitting clothes.
like finally,
you can talk. ...
always looking back at me
like there's something I should be doing
if I had all my time to myself
I would be an absolute lunatic
but coffee at Highland
and the blessed vegan cookies.
I'd study and pay homage to old loves
and test material for hours
and hours and hours at a time.
I miss the books,
the language between friends,
the quiet
and quickness of each day.
well now.
drunker and drunker becomes the poet.
like fitting clothes.
like finally,
you can talk. ...
#grief
#silence
#alcohol
55 reads
5 Comments
Knotacrook
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 6:36pm
14th Dec 2018 6:36pm
Sedation Vacation
I go on vacation when I smoke my medication. I don't care if I don't go anywhere my min is at ease. My head is quite and I can think about anything I please When it's time to worry I get high and things don't seem so blurry. It's a great feeling when the mundane becomes appealing.
So easy to abstain when it's hard to obtain. When I reach my goal. A joint I do roll. While I inhale there's objective I can fail. Feeling so free I can be the person I want to be. With it I have a choice. People say I don't but I do have a voice.
When the day hits it's lows the night is what I...
So easy to abstain when it's hard to obtain. When I reach my goal. A joint I do roll. While I inhale there's objective I can fail. Feeling so free I can be the person I want to be. With it I have a choice. People say I don't but I do have a voice.
When the day hits it's lows the night is what I...
#marijuana
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0 Comments
SimpleTon
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 5:13pm
14th Dec 2018 5:13pm
Alcohol oracle
Officer what do you mean you are charging me with being drunk and disorderly?
I drink for the betterment of all humanity
I have a higher IQ when under the influence of booze
I know it all I am the alcohol oracle
I find my knowledge in a whisky bottle
Bury me in a whisky barrel
The problem is when you are a pissed genius and sharing wisdom on the preferable route to Atlantis no one listens to it
I am Einstein with a bottle of wine
I could solve world hunger sipping cheap cider
I can recite King Lear in-between sips of beer
If you do...
I drink for the betterment of all humanity
I have a higher IQ when under the influence of booze
I know it all I am the alcohol oracle
I find my knowledge in a whisky bottle
Bury me in a whisky barrel
The problem is when you are a pissed genius and sharing wisdom on the preferable route to Atlantis no one listens to it
I am Einstein with a bottle of wine
I could solve world hunger sipping cheap cider
I can recite King Lear in-between sips of beer
If you do...
#alcohol
48 reads
2 Comments
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