Drugs Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
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The Monks Honey Mead
Golden nectar flows,
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
#alcohol
#faith
#prayer
#religion
#spiritual
58 reads
2 Comments
In the Glass
Temptation breakdown
Warmth melts from rock-sold ice cube
Diluted disillusion
Warmth melts from rock-sold ice cube
Diluted disillusion
#haiku
190 reads
21 Comments
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
65 reads
4 Comments
The Troll From Studio 54
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#secrets
#vanity
113 reads
30 Comments
Dilemmhaiku
Very cold Vodka
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
#alcohol
#drugs
#haiku #WritingPoetry
#haiku #WritingPoetry
74 reads
6 Comments
Beer
Drink the bottle down
Feel the warming numbing rush
Diluting the soul
Feel the warming numbing rush
Diluting the soul
#addiction
#weakness
76 reads
2 Comments
Vodkhaiku
Clear liquid, ice cold
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
#addiction
#alcohol
#art
#lust
#passion
81 reads
10 Comments
Alcoholic Haiku
two shots of vodka
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
#alcohol
#art
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
71 reads
9 Comments
Well of the Bottle
It isn’t in the well of the bottle
It’s when you miss your son’s baseball game
Or are late and absent from your daughter’s big day
They excuse you but they will remember
On a cold night in December they lie awake
Can’t even dream their way away
For when the clock rings it begins again
Bottom of the hour the procession is starting
Can’t find my tie or my keys I’m drunk awake
Get in the car I start screaming riddles
You look at me and say I’m crazy and your right
As the...
It’s when you miss your son’s baseball game
Or are late and absent from your daughter’s big day
They excuse you but they will remember
On a cold night in December they lie awake
Can’t even dream their way away
For when the clock rings it begins again
Bottom of the hour the procession is starting
Can’t find my tie or my keys I’m drunk awake
Get in the car I start screaming riddles
You look at me and say I’m crazy and your right
As the...
#addiction
#despair
#disappointment #regret
#disappointment #regret
78 reads
4 Comments
Bored
I’m so fricken bored; I’m losing my mind
I should go smoke a joint to reach that high
Stop the intrusive thoughts that make me want to die
Yet I’ll be bored again once I get off this ride.
I should go smoke a joint to reach that high
Stop the intrusive thoughts that make me want to die
Yet I’ll be bored again once I get off this ride.
#addiction
#drugs
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#temptation
119 reads
12 Comments
Lost Boy
Among the shadows where the silence breathes,
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
#addiction
#drugs
#healing
#homelessness
#support
192 reads
3 Comments
Prison, here I come!
#confusion
#memories
#myself
70 reads
4 Comments
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