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
Metal and Beers \m/
End of a long study night,
Work and blues got after me,
Need some Beer an Metal,
Man, Fuk the system,
Grab couple o Beers out of my fridge
By my window here at night,
Grab my guitar, and Tear…It… The Fuk… Up…
My own style, my own songs,
Then along to what evers playin next
I turn on Danzig, Mother is always good to headbang a bit,
Kill some of the few brain cells left in me,
GOD, That first drink is killer man, Tis the best I always thought
Close my eyes, tilt me head back ...
Work and blues got after me,
Need some Beer an Metal,
Man, Fuk the system,
Grab couple o Beers out of my fridge
By my window here at night,
Grab my guitar, and Tear…It… The Fuk… Up…
My own style, my own songs,
Then along to what evers playin next
I turn on Danzig, Mother is always good to headbang a bit,
Kill some of the few brain cells left in me,
GOD, That first drink is killer man, Tis the best I always thought
Close my eyes, tilt me head back ...
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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
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7 Comments
Recreational drugs
I’m smelling fucking colours
I’m seeing through the stars
My eyes have become portals
My body’s up on Mars
I think I’ve become Woody
I think I’ve become Buzz
No wait, I’m actually Bullseye
Ha-ha I’m actually sars
My anatomy is changing
My cells have become cars
The wheels on this bus are turning
On this clock you have my heart
My minds morphed into numbers
Speech has become blurred
Language into music
Pictures into words
Take me to your mother
Ask her, would she take me? ...
I’m seeing through the stars
My eyes have become portals
My body’s up on Mars
I think I’ve become Woody
I think I’ve become Buzz
No wait, I’m actually Bullseye
Ha-ha I’m actually sars
My anatomy is changing
My cells have become cars
The wheels on this bus are turning
On this clock you have my heart
My minds morphed into numbers
Speech has become blurred
Language into music
Pictures into words
Take me to your mother
Ask her, would she take me? ...
#drugs
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An Addict’s Sermon
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#support
#suffering
#temptation
209 reads
0 Comments
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
139 reads
6 Comments
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
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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
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Pain
Oh so many of them
She wears her colors
The colors spill
when she reaches for them
They are not pretty
only she thinks they are
Only she understands
how this all goes down
They all tell a story
and so it begins
It goes down cheerfully, painfully
like a razor, covered in a rainbow
Red is for her anger
for those that have hurt her deeply
Black is the (for) color of her soul
created by those that werent worthy
Yellow is the color of her smile
only...
She wears her colors
The colors spill
when she reaches for them
They are not pretty
only she thinks they are
Only she understands
how this all goes down
They all tell a story
and so it begins
It goes down cheerfully, painfully
like a razor, covered in a rainbow
Red is for her anger
for those that have hurt her deeply
Black is the (for) color of her soul
created by those that werent worthy
Yellow is the color of her smile
only...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
#hurt
600 reads
8 Comments
The Tattoed Lady And The Bald Headed Man
There they go
They're at it again
Fussing and fighting
All night long because
Neither one will give in
Their story's a sad one
They're off and on again
Living a lie and living in sin
Deep into partying
Doing drugs again
They got arrested together
He got released but
She was held instead
She cursed her totally
bad luck with men
Little did the tatooed lady know
Things were getting worse
Than she could have believed
Her bald headed lover
Turned out to be a terrible thief
...
They're at it again
Fussing and fighting
All night long because
Neither one will give in
Their story's a sad one
They're off and on again
Living a lie and living in sin
Deep into partying
Doing drugs again
They got arrested together
He got released but
She was held instead
She cursed her totally
bad luck with men
Little did the tatooed lady know
Things were getting worse
Than she could have believed
Her bald headed lover
Turned out to be a terrible thief
...
#relationships
#conflict
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
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10 Comments
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
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4 Comments
(coffee) pot dealer ~ a senryú
bold enticement
darkness courses through my veins
to ensure that rush
darkness courses through my veins
to ensure that rush
#coffee
#addiction
#senryu
494 reads
39 Comments
f**k or Fright on a Halloween Night. (Halloween Twisted Treat Series)
#Halloween
#drugs
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8 Comments
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