Least Read Drugs Poems
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
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Beyondbroken88
Poem Published
25th Aug 2019 2:41am
25th Aug 2019 2:41am
I’m in here
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
I’m in here fighting baby
Scratching at the surface of what feels like ice and I am gasping for breathe
Just. Trying. To. Breathe.
When will I be able to take a full breath in this life?
I’m in here.
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
Because of every fight
I blame myself
I am not me and me is not good either
I love you with all my heart
No matter what I say and do
Know that I’m in here
Fighting for you.
Don’t lose sight
I’m in here fighting baby
Scratching at the surface of what feels like ice and I am gasping for breathe
Just. Trying. To. Breathe.
When will I be able to take a full breath in this life?
I’m in here.
Don’t forget about me
Don’t lose sight
Because of every fight
I blame myself
I am not me and me is not good either
I love you with all my heart
No matter what I say and do
Know that I’m in here
Fighting for you.
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#marriage
#drugs
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 3:50pm
7th Jan 2019 3:50pm
the listerine strip on the tip of my tongue had a picture: earthworms
To think that flaked pieces are left behind,
back away from the porous cliff
and deny that it looks like mine
own skin. We street in the afterglow
of a burst water-tower, a sky flow still
drip-drips extending my shirtsleeve.
All I want to do is faceplant into the sponge
and be startled as from a falling dream
by the wormstars appearing after a drowning.
More specifically, there is a clearing
overhead and the underhandedness of it
is trillsqueezing out grubby life.
Gravity sluices at...
back away from the porous cliff
and deny that it looks like mine
own skin. We street in the afterglow
of a burst water-tower, a sky flow still
drip-drips extending my shirtsleeve.
All I want to do is faceplant into the sponge
and be startled as from a falling dream
by the wormstars appearing after a drowning.
More specifically, there is a clearing
overhead and the underhandedness of it
is trillsqueezing out grubby life.
Gravity sluices at...
#earth
#universe
#drugs #mirror
#drugs #mirror
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 10:06am
15th Dec 2024 10:06am
penniless in Le Havre edited stuff
Penniless in le Havre.
In the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre
in the drizzle, I saw the blue neon light of a bar
I met sailors from my country
they gave me cigarettes and wine
also money so I could take the train home
thanks to the generosity of the poor
I had a pencil and a block of paper and tried to
collect my thoughts of what I was thinking.
Found I was more educated than I thought
that is what reading a thousand books does to your brain confuse
you to believe that you are better than others.
I also saw my...
In the time of my nadir penniless in Le Havre
in the drizzle, I saw the blue neon light of a bar
I met sailors from my country
they gave me cigarettes and wine
also money so I could take the train home
thanks to the generosity of the poor
I had a pencil and a block of paper and tried to
collect my thoughts of what I was thinking.
Found I was more educated than I thought
that is what reading a thousand books does to your brain confuse
you to believe that you are better than others.
I also saw my...
#kindness
#love
#motivational
#redemption
#respect
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
21st Mar 2019 6:12am
Medicine
have you been
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
been a polar bear
feeling the pins slash needles
of an electrosoothsay therapy
for a death or its minute
from within everyone's stomach
the center pulses pluses
and i shroud myself
by the hand of
a grandmother chief
and the headdress
told me to drum all digits
into the dirt of the lean-to
the salsa the mambo
after i greeted the organs
of my organic mechanical ess
with knees angling the ground
there be tiny spider doctors
taller than you if you were...
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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2 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
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20 Comments
NP_NP
NP
NP
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
2nd Jan 2025 4:15pm
The Rave Girl
I’ve always been in love with energy,
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free— ...
which is why the rave scene felt like home to me.
Dancing to my own delight,
heightened awareness in the pulsing night.
Sweaty bodies moving, a vibrant sea,
lost in a kaleidoscope of light and ecstasy.
I’d perch on a speaker, my frequency alive,
vibrations rippling, helping others thrive.
It was always the odd, the eccentric, the free,
who gravitated toward my energy.
We’d talk for hours or dance without end,
no numbers exchanged, no ties to defend.
For that night, we were free— ...
#confessional
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Revisionary
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:24am
2nd Jan 2025 7:24am
Rehab
I feed my heart and the warmth washes my skin
Cleansed I feel when the feelings real
I relinquish all these sins to start again
It judged me with a silent bright eye in morning mist
It fades away into a grey mass, my days are ugly
A miserable heart, you wouldn’t find me good company
There’s a pain in my breast, a brand that stings
I stumble into the bathroom clinging to my chest
I see my greatest flaw, the mirrored enemy within
I’m at the brink, so I julienned malevolence
And I passed it around like medicine
I walk around...
Cleansed I feel when the feelings real
I relinquish all these sins to start again
It judged me with a silent bright eye in morning mist
It fades away into a grey mass, my days are ugly
A miserable heart, you wouldn’t find me good company
There’s a pain in my breast, a brand that stings
I stumble into the bathroom clinging to my chest
I see my greatest flaw, the mirrored enemy within
I’m at the brink, so I julienned malevolence
And I passed it around like medicine
I walk around...
#apathy
#emptiness
#forgiveness
#redemption
#TimeHeals
36 reads
1 Comment
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 6:42pm
31st Dec 2024 6:42pm
Comrade Self Destruct.
It feels like something.
Serious.
Is creeping behind my perceptions.
Ruining the high I do got.
Stalking me.
Hunting me with the ever present concern for.
Withdrawal symptoms.
The Police.
Any sort
of calamity.
And, is there enough euphoria to power me through this doldrums.
But, that's my prerogative.
Guilt and shame arise in my subconscious.
Cause I keep getting an intrusive thought.
That the cops are coming.
Someone knows something.
I'm dying.
Or
have I transcended. ...
Serious.
Is creeping behind my perceptions.
Ruining the high I do got.
Stalking me.
Hunting me with the ever present concern for.
Withdrawal symptoms.
The Police.
Any sort
of calamity.
And, is there enough euphoria to power me through this doldrums.
But, that's my prerogative.
Guilt and shame arise in my subconscious.
Cause I keep getting an intrusive thought.
That the cops are coming.
Someone knows something.
I'm dying.
Or
have I transcended. ...
#bittersweet
#boredom
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