Drugs Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems written by Top Critiquers
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
82 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 11:18pm
5th Jan 2023 11:18pm
Your Uber is Here
To make extra money I signed up to be an Uber driver
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
#dogs
#drugs
#funny
411 reads
14 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 1:26pm
29th Aug 2024 1:26pm
Welcome To My Scurvy
Barnacles of tyranny ghosting urchins between
my ears listening to the pulse of hypochondriacs
shadowing my fears, screaming..."Get out of my
house." From the crawlspace where my eyes
shine like spotlights on a highway following the
yellow lines to bury me in my contagious scurvy
my ears listening to the pulse of hypochondriacs
shadowing my fears, screaming..."Get out of my
house." From the crawlspace where my eyes
shine like spotlights on a highway following the
yellow lines to bury me in my contagious scurvy
#dark
163 reads
6 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
20th May 2022 00:30am
20th May 2022 00:30am
Drink my blood... Again...
You are my red-hot vein, pierced through and through,
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
#marijuana
#vampires
#addiction
789 reads
28 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 3:21pm
16th Mar 2024 3:21pm
for J.C. ( not Jesus Christ)
you grew up a good
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
Catholic boy
Mass, communion,
the rosary, the Virgin
Mary on Sundays
but your love of all
those holy sacraments
and saints changed when
you found dope could
fuck you better than any
high school cheerleader
and your words curled up from
the page like smoke from
a junkies cigarette
from sports to addict
to prose to poetry to
rock star
I watched a YouTube
of you reciting your
poems at St....
#gratitude
#admiration
181 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 8:07pm
3rd Apr 2021 8:07pm
Posie K
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I tried to hide my colorful addiction
In the comfort of my brownstone
My silent obsession lay bare in front of me, craving the color of the newest rendition
Rocking in my bed, leg twitching, waiting for the crack of dawn
Willing the need for the hunger to be gone
Metamorphosing from a sleepy head
Once I rose from my Queen Size bed
A full blown sultry diva to welcome the calling of the birds’ morning song
Panting in...
4.7 star rating 332 Reviews
$29.00 USD
I tried to hide my colorful addiction
In the comfort of my brownstone
My silent obsession lay bare in front of me, craving the color of the newest rendition
Rocking in my bed, leg twitching, waiting for the crack of dawn
Willing the need for the hunger to be gone
Metamorphosing from a sleepy head
Once I rose from my Queen Size bed
A full blown sultry diva to welcome the calling of the birds’ morning song
Panting in...
#parody
#satirical
#vanity
1234 reads
14 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Mar 2022 1:21am
19th Mar 2022 1:21am
post brexit
I miss the Polish shops and the Polish woman in our local Costa who’d serve us coffee with compassion, but who is no longer here. I couldn’t afford the biscuits, but seeing I had little money she’d say, just take one, my dear
#Britain
332 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 3:55am
23rd Apr 2022 3:55am
Friday, 10:55pm
Hardly enough time
To write anything that could be called
“poetry”
but the evening was well spent
After a solid week of
inexplicable tears, frustration,
crises of faith,
self-diagnosis with any number of
mental disorders and neurodivergences…
It was surely time to enjoy
the finer points of losing my mind,
aided by impulsive over-consumption,
tipsy and giggling,
squelching the urge to heckle the movie
that others were watching so soberly,
enjoying this absurd buzz of normalcy
when my brain feels...
To write anything that could be called
“poetry”
but the evening was well spent
After a solid week of
inexplicable tears, frustration,
crises of faith,
self-diagnosis with any number of
mental disorders and neurodivergences…
It was surely time to enjoy
the finer points of losing my mind,
aided by impulsive over-consumption,
tipsy and giggling,
squelching the urge to heckle the movie
that others were watching so soberly,
enjoying this absurd buzz of normalcy
when my brain feels...
#shadows
#MentalHealth
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
478 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
21st Oct 2022 2:14am
21st Oct 2022 2:14am
Notgoingtoworkapram
the virtual psychiatrist
greets me from her well-appointed living room
i don't like her on sight
but i keep an open mind
five minutes into the appointment
she asks about my sleep
five hours a night
sometimes three
when Fitbit shows me a six
it's cause for celebration
that's your problem
she states bluntly
nothing is going to get better
until you sleep seven hours a night
seven!
that happens about twice a year
i know she's right
honed right in on it
i like her better
i can't...
greets me from her well-appointed living room
i don't like her on sight
but i keep an open mind
five minutes into the appointment
she asks about my sleep
five hours a night
sometimes three
when Fitbit shows me a six
it's cause for celebration
that's your problem
she states bluntly
nothing is going to get better
until you sleep seven hours a night
seven!
that happens about twice a year
i know she's right
honed right in on it
i like her better
i can't...
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#sleep #choices
#sleep #choices
519 reads
9 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
32 reads
20 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Apr 2018 1:24am
4th Apr 2018 1:24am
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
641 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
Do Not Take Relief Upon Innocent People's Grief
Do not take relief upon innocent people's grief
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
#addiction
#confessional
#drugs
#emotional
#uplifting
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