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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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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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
oskar
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 12:19pm
18th Nov 2024 12:19pm
his self believe
His self believe
When a child, they said there was no God
if there was one, why would he (always a he)
let us suffer poverty and need
The wealthiest man in the world believes
God is a loving person because he worships
him and not the power bestowed on him
he thinks his gift of plenty is given by God
Not for him to believe his riches is a curse
given by an identity that hates humanity
Money in our material world is power
doors open the wealthy
He thinks politicians sit by his feet for
sagacity gives him a position that makes ...
When a child, they said there was no God
if there was one, why would he (always a he)
let us suffer poverty and need
The wealthiest man in the world believes
God is a loving person because he worships
him and not the power bestowed on him
he thinks his gift of plenty is given by God
Not for him to believe his riches is a curse
given by an identity that hates humanity
Money in our material world is power
doors open the wealthy
He thinks politicians sit by his feet for
sagacity gives him a position that makes ...
#anger
#anxiety
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
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