Drugs Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems published by members most recently online.
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
4th Nov 2024 11:50pm
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
126 reads
4 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
4th Aug 2019 4:03pm
4th Aug 2019 4:03pm
Pirate 2 - My Favored Drink
quatern
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
The finest drink was ever made!
Distilled, out oaken barrels, born’d
From festered juice of sugar cane
A pirate knows his liquors well
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
Afford Ye wine? Yer wealth foretell!
We’ll board yer ship to sample some!
Scotch whisky tends ta’ make me glum
And thinkin’ forlorn, ‘bout me past
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
I’ll sleep, and dream of whores! Avast!
Bourbons, Brandies, and the lot—
I’ll drink when e’re I’m offer’d some
But Toby...
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
The finest drink was ever made!
Distilled, out oaken barrels, born’d
From festered juice of sugar cane
A pirate knows his liquors well
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
Afford Ye wine? Yer wealth foretell!
We’ll board yer ship to sample some!
Scotch whisky tends ta’ make me glum
And thinkin’ forlorn, ‘bout me past
Aye, my favored drink be Rhum
I’ll sleep, and dream of whores! Avast!
Bourbons, Brandies, and the lot—
I’ll drink when e’re I’m offer’d some
But Toby...
#alcohol
#rhyming
#funny
559 reads
3 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
Vodka
Dulling lights of Soho’s Vodka Bar
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
#alcohol
#hope
73 reads
0 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 3:31am
5th Apr 2025 3:31am
Untitled
Everybody keeps telling me it will get better
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
#acceptance
#addiction
#confessional #despair
#confessional #despair
105 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Apr 2018 00:24am
4th Apr 2018 00:24am
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Get your prissy self to serving drinks
You know the boss
Don’t like you popping Benzedrine
On break time
Sure you look like a 40s starlet
In that red dress with all the frills
But if you get jazzed on those pills
You might start spiking their cocktails
With crazy medicine
We might have the men
Giving the women a pat down
Like in airport security
When the camera isn’t looking
The ladies would stop patronizing us
Then the men would vanish
Like the wooly mammoths
And...
Get your prissy self to serving drinks
You know the boss
Don’t like you popping Benzedrine
On break time
Sure you look like a 40s starlet
In that red dress with all the frills
But if you get jazzed on those pills
You might start spiking their cocktails
With crazy medicine
We might have the men
Giving the women a pat down
Like in airport security
When the camera isn’t looking
The ladies would stop patronizing us
Then the men would vanish
Like the wooly mammoths
And...
#alcohol
661 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 7:31pm
7th Sep 2024 7:31pm
Hope that help will come?
Tap left on, of self thats drained
a mesh of scars to dull the pain
to fool yourself and feel the numb
a fading dream that help will come!
Feel winter chill in summers heat
as black clouds o`r the mind do creep
I fight and fight, but just succumb
and prey alone that help will come
Wild dragon lives within my veins
when exatacy is short attained
the dollar bill, its laughs in fun
my urgent screams that help will come
Rocket fire to a distopian abyss
caverns and maze is where I now exist
who`ll throw a rope...
a mesh of scars to dull the pain
to fool yourself and feel the numb
a fading dream that help will come!
Feel winter chill in summers heat
as black clouds o`r the mind do creep
I fight and fight, but just succumb
and prey alone that help will come
Wild dragon lives within my veins
when exatacy is short attained
the dollar bill, its laughs in fun
my urgent screams that help will come
Rocket fire to a distopian abyss
caverns and maze is where I now exist
who`ll throw a rope...
#addiction
206 reads
3 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 00:18am
2nd Apr 2025 00:18am
Best Friends Smoke a Joint in an Alley Outside a Club in the Next Town Over
I don’t know that smoke,” I said and turned
my face away from hazy,
lazy eyes
that spoke with swirling blue,
shameless lust –
a guise I know when we
are on our own.
I watch the cherry
glow from mouth to mouth,
the unfamiliar night
creeps in and I
don’t know the smoke
he’s blowing out tonight.
She don’t know that smoke,
he seeps into the dark.
She gets shy,
his smolder hands are slick
with heat. I cut confusion
eyes to his.
He’d never touched, ...
my face away from hazy,
lazy eyes
that spoke with swirling blue,
shameless lust –
a guise I know when we
are on our own.
I watch the cherry
glow from mouth to mouth,
the unfamiliar night
creeps in and I
don’t know the smoke
he’s blowing out tonight.
She don’t know that smoke,
he seeps into the dark.
She gets shy,
his smolder hands are slick
with heat. I cut confusion
eyes to his.
He’d never touched, ...
#BestFriend
#misunderstood
13 reads
3 Comments
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
676 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
145 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 4:08am
13th Apr 2025 4:08am
-cide (10w)
My sweet lover
Is whisky
And
Damn
She’s killing me
Is whisky
And
Damn
She’s killing me
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark #suicide
#dark #suicide
79 reads
1 Comment
runningturtle87
Poem Published
19th Jul 2013 3:54am
19th Jul 2013 3:54am
X Marks the Spot
I ask her
what she needs
and she tells me:
She wants to be
loved and accepted,
treasured
but not put
on a pedestal,
understood
but not condescended to,
pleasured
but not abused
to death,
given to but not taken from,
joined but not ripped off,
licked and stirred,
kissed and fondled,
cuddled not coddled,
respected not blamed,
esteemed not given sarcasm,
turned on not turned out,
elevated and supported,
not manipulated or man-handled,
inspired and given intimacy,
freed to be whole...
what she needs
and she tells me:
She wants to be
loved and accepted,
treasured
but not put
on a pedestal,
understood
but not condescended to,
pleasured
but not abused
to death,
given to but not taken from,
joined but not ripped off,
licked and stirred,
kissed and fondled,
cuddled not coddled,
respected not blamed,
esteemed not given sarcasm,
turned on not turned out,
elevated and supported,
not manipulated or man-handled,
inspired and given intimacy,
freed to be whole...
885 reads
12 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 7:57pm
14th Apr 2025 7:57pm
Just Saw My Friend's Obituary
I looked in the one
section of the paper
and saw something
that really was so
downright horrible.
Poor Molly is dead
due to an overdose
of cocaine just days
after her centerfold
appeared in the one
issue of Hustler.
section of the paper
and saw something
that really was so
downright horrible.
Poor Molly is dead
due to an overdose
of cocaine just days
after her centerfold
appeared in the one
issue of Hustler.
#death
#dialogue
#drugs
#fiction
#FreeVerse
67 reads
0 Comments
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