Drugs Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 6:55pm
5th Dec 2024 6:55pm
Drugged Up & Ready To Die
Your mouth says one thing
But the drugs say another
Why don't you sober up
And spend more time with your lover
The milky way is vast
Search for wisdom or hang yourself to dry
You should have pity on your soul
Pull the pins out from your eyes
The candle blows out
May the sky burn up in smoke
You give everyone an ulcer
Such an asshole, such a joke
Say cheese scumbag
You were once loved but now we all hate
I'd love to cut the disease out of you
Have you thought about your fate?
But the drugs say another
Why don't you sober up
And spend more time with your lover
The milky way is vast
Search for wisdom or hang yourself to dry
You should have pity on your soul
Pull the pins out from your eyes
The candle blows out
May the sky burn up in smoke
You give everyone an ulcer
Such an asshole, such a joke
Say cheese scumbag
You were once loved but now we all hate
I'd love to cut the disease out of you
Have you thought about your fate?
#addiction
#anger
#disappointment
#drugs
#SelfHarm
102 reads
8 Comments
rickthepoetwarrior
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:29am
2nd Dec 2024 4:29am
A Woman's PMS Pictograph Poem
She loves her husband
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
#addiction
#depression
55 reads
0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
Club Promotor
#breakup
#drugs
#heartbroken
#marijuana
#sex
85 reads
5 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
82 reads
4 Comments
ChaosScripted
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:29pm
25th Nov 2024 7:29pm
“Winter Weddings”
Turned my back;
Promises betrayed.
Vows broken.
Wishing I had stayed.
Decisions made in desperation,
Too late to turn around.
Running from my past,
A path of destruction found.
Blinded by pain.
Stupid became self-destructive:
Searching for death
Proved productive.
Clean is the razors cut;
Clean is the deadly dope.
Consumed in anguish
Killing myself to cope.
The hour soon to strike,
Fate deeply rooted.
Embrace the path,
Every step sure-footed.
Heart in His hands
Saved by His Grace. ...
Promises betrayed.
Vows broken.
Wishing I had stayed.
Decisions made in desperation,
Too late to turn around.
Running from my past,
A path of destruction found.
Blinded by pain.
Stupid became self-destructive:
Searching for death
Proved productive.
Clean is the razors cut;
Clean is the deadly dope.
Consumed in anguish
Killing myself to cope.
The hour soon to strike,
Fate deeply rooted.
Embrace the path,
Every step sure-footed.
Heart in His hands
Saved by His Grace. ...
#betrayal
#conflict
#regret
#sadness
#TimeHeals
69 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
130 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 9:02am
23rd Nov 2024 9:02am
*Rudolph's Red Nose Truth*
Rudolph the reindeer, legend so bright,
But his nose wasn’t glowing from holiday light.
No, the truth’s a bit darker, with a magical twist,
It’s the Colombian fairies you’d never have missed.
They gave him the powder, they said it was pure,
“Only the strong can handle this cure!”
For Rudolph, no wings, no flying skills given,
He’d always been grounded, his dreams unforgiven.
“Just one little deal,” said the fairies with glee,
“And soon you’ll be soaring, as high as can be!”
With a snort and a sniff, his nose took to glow,...
But his nose wasn’t glowing from holiday light.
No, the truth’s a bit darker, with a magical twist,
It’s the Colombian fairies you’d never have missed.
They gave him the powder, they said it was pure,
“Only the strong can handle this cure!”
For Rudolph, no wings, no flying skills given,
He’d always been grounded, his dreams unforgiven.
“Just one little deal,” said the fairies with glee,
“And soon you’ll be soaring, as high as can be!”
With a snort and a sniff, his nose took to glow,...
#Christmas
#drugs
#funny
92 reads
1 Comment
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
196 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
What Happened To You?
What happened to your body
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
#addiction
#drugs
#love
#TruthOfLife
#women
79 reads
6 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 6:22am
21st Nov 2024 6:22am
The joys of ecstasy
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My hands are in the air
And I don't care
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
My hands are in the air
And I don't care
My t shirts wet
It's soaked in sweat
The lights are flashing and I gotta move my feet
I can't stop dancing to the funky funky beat
#happiness
#love
75 reads
3 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
The Seamstress
We used to make potions
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
#addiction
#dark
#family
#heroin
#sister
143 reads
5 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:39am
14th Nov 2024 5:39am
Future Ben
Oh, I’m gonna pay for it tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
#addiction
#alcohol
#emptiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
84 reads
1 Comment
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