Drugs Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:27am
2nd Apr 2025 2:27am
Happy
sadness dwells and I fall
into the depths of self hate
loathing my way of thinking
Will I ever break the chains
Will I ever be comfortable in my own skin
my demons howl, and I shudder
Deep need overcomes me
and it's down to just me alone
and just like dying and being born
I have to face things on my own
somewhere in me my sanity is alert and waiting
but deeply ingrained is the hurt monsters
that make me run to what is familiar
and avoid at all costs the pain
inflicting damage on myself when things...
into the depths of self hate
loathing my way of thinking
Will I ever break the chains
Will I ever be comfortable in my own skin
my demons howl, and I shudder
Deep need overcomes me
and it's down to just me alone
and just like dying and being born
I have to face things on my own
somewhere in me my sanity is alert and waiting
but deeply ingrained is the hurt monsters
that make me run to what is familiar
and avoid at all costs the pain
inflicting damage on myself when things...
#addiction
79 reads
8 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 1:18am
2nd Apr 2025 1:18am
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
11 reads
3 Comments
EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 4:45am
1st Apr 2025 4:45am
don't mention Trump in the bedroom
You want me to believe
you're made of THC
and mind numbing chemicals
but you're not a drug
you idiot
The only thing
that is vaguely addictive
about you
is your cock
because you fuck
like you were born
to worship cunts
But it's not enough
that you make me scream
it's not enough
that you leave me so breathless
I can't stand upright unaided
it's not enough
that I see the whole universe
in the aftermath of your body
breaking mine
It's so fucking boring ...
you're made of THC
and mind numbing chemicals
but you're not a drug
you idiot
The only thing
that is vaguely addictive
about you
is your cock
because you fuck
like you were born
to worship cunts
But it's not enough
that you make me scream
it's not enough
that you leave me so breathless
I can't stand upright unaided
it's not enough
that I see the whole universe
in the aftermath of your body
breaking mine
It's so fucking boring ...
#addiction
#boredom
#drugs
#marijuana
#sex
89 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 8:42pm
30th Mar 2025 8:42pm
faith
Little faith says I can do anything
suspicious doubt worries
my heart faulters but I stand my ground
Tiny need won't get the best of me
carnal understanding, the body remembers
what it feels like to be impenetrable
my frailty shows, and I fear
still legs shaking, I keep walking
ferocious desire it's on my mind
Some say it's easy
My brain synapses say it's not
It knows one thing
The road to devastation is easier
walking into the sunlit reality
where ever flaw shows daunting
Shrinking violet I am ...
suspicious doubt worries
my heart faulters but I stand my ground
Tiny need won't get the best of me
carnal understanding, the body remembers
what it feels like to be impenetrable
my frailty shows, and I fear
still legs shaking, I keep walking
ferocious desire it's on my mind
Some say it's easy
My brain synapses say it's not
It knows one thing
The road to devastation is easier
walking into the sunlit reality
where ever flaw shows daunting
Shrinking violet I am ...
#addiction
#drugs
42 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 7:24pm
30th Mar 2025 7:24pm
sleepy
corrupted rhythm I can't get out of this thought process
insidious need calls, and I want to get high
scary visions haunt in dreams I do
succumbing to my crave
sleepily crawling through each day
It is with no small effort I obstain
sulking while everyone talks fast
appeasing their demons
while mine starve
Deadly last rites, should I fold
They'll bury me in shame
But what a way to go
The autopsy will read her heart explode
no one would weep after all it was my own damn fault
So I stay clean,...
insidious need calls, and I want to get high
scary visions haunt in dreams I do
succumbing to my crave
sleepily crawling through each day
It is with no small effort I obstain
sulking while everyone talks fast
appeasing their demons
while mine starve
Deadly last rites, should I fold
They'll bury me in shame
But what a way to go
The autopsy will read her heart explode
no one would weep after all it was my own damn fault
So I stay clean,...
#addiction
#drugs
76 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 7:52pm
28th Mar 2025 7:52pm
He Apologized For Last Night
Nastassja woke up on Sunday.
She got hungover from drinking that champagne.
That's before she saw Jason.
He walked from the bathroom.
She discovered he was hungover and naked.
He apologized for last night.
She looked at Jason confused.
Then, she discovered she was also naked.
The confusion turned into shock.
She attended his bachelor party.
He challenged her to a drinking contest.
It doesn't matter who won.
Jason is supposed to marry Julie tomorrow.
What should they try to tell her?
She got hungover from drinking that champagne.
That's before she saw Jason.
He walked from the bathroom.
She discovered he was hungover and naked.
He apologized for last night.
She looked at Jason confused.
Then, she discovered she was also naked.
The confusion turned into shock.
She attended his bachelor party.
He challenged her to a drinking contest.
It doesn't matter who won.
Jason is supposed to marry Julie tomorrow.
What should they try to tell her?
#alcohol
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
#suffering
58 reads
0 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 11:03pm
27th Mar 2025 11:03pm
loneliness and the devil craves
temptation flares I'm still weak
Old friends drop by
and is the polite custom to offer
my soul withdraws my body craves
a deep need, it will fix everything for a moment
I decline with a half-hearted no
they can see the need in my eyes
but my body can't handle another blow
so my psychological pain must be dealt with on my own
My friends are gone
My party days are over
Loneliness kicks in, and I cry
Old friends drop by
and is the polite custom to offer
my soul withdraws my body craves
a deep need, it will fix everything for a moment
I decline with a half-hearted no
they can see the need in my eyes
but my body can't handle another blow
so my psychological pain must be dealt with on my own
My friends are gone
My party days are over
Loneliness kicks in, and I cry
#drugs
#temptation
67 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 2:26pm
25th Mar 2025 2:26pm
She'll Get In Trouble For Throwing A Wild Party
Gabriela woke with a hangover.
She saw herself and the others naked.
Thankfully, her parents aren't home.
She saw herself and the others naked.
Thankfully, her parents aren't home.
#alcohol
#fiction
#home
#sex
#suffering
68 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 1:46am
25th Mar 2025 1:46am
That Hangover Made Lori Want To Stay
Lori woke on a Sunday.
She was hungover in a big way.
Then, she looked at Trey.
Saw they're both naked on that day.
That hangover made Lori want to stay.
She was hungover in a big way.
Then, she looked at Trey.
Saw they're both naked on that day.
That hangover made Lori want to stay.
#alcohol
#fiction
#friendship
#SelfDiscovery
#sex
61 reads
0 Comments
Chere-Rene13
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 6:44am
23rd Mar 2025 6:44am
Sever The Cord...Severe The Cut
For the dead don't die & demons don't need a ceiling to uplift the one they decided to pick & take. Crawling in the shadows, a mind's enemy of the night. For the devil's, the tricksters, the nightmares of blindfold insecurities...Chewing the chain of sewn thread tightly wove to have a blind eye. For fear of submerging depths of suffocating, hyperventilating results...show's the dealer your poker hand's deal. In a room of never fathom of entry. A room beyond ever wanting to walk over this dark threshold of entrance. A room thugs & drugs...Lined along the wall. A man of any color at...
#fear
#greed
#monsters
87 reads
0 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
64 reads
0 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 6:55am
21st Mar 2025 6:55am
Mary Jane
I like to date rape.
I don't need rope or tape.
Just a good friend,
That recommends a vape,
Instead of rolls.
Not sushi, but baked.
I like her eyes half open.
I feel masculine and safe.
She stumbles like her legs are broken.
Is this date rape?
She invited me over.
So it's definitely not fake.
Her legs are wide open.
She flows like a lake.
Mary Jane is who I'm groping.
She always wins the race.
The field is always open,
So let me out of the gate.
I like to date rape.
I don't...
I don't need rope or tape.
Just a good friend,
That recommends a vape,
Instead of rolls.
Not sushi, but baked.
I like her eyes half open.
I feel masculine and safe.
She stumbles like her legs are broken.
Is this date rape?
She invited me over.
So it's definitely not fake.
Her legs are wide open.
She flows like a lake.
Mary Jane is who I'm groping.
She always wins the race.
The field is always open,
So let me out of the gate.
I like to date rape.
I don't...
#addiction
#dirty
#MentalHealth #women
#MentalHealth #women
129 reads
5 Comments
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