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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4 Comments
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
22 reads
8 Comments
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
24 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 1:59am
6th Oct 2024 1:59am
Hymn for the Plastered
Hymn for the Plastered
I’m a drunk I’m trying to be a dad
Sit n stew get drunk before work
Hoping that these 8 hours wear off
Forgetting I have children looking at a lost father
Wake up in the sins that I deliver
Toss and turn my hip my shoulder are tender
I’m a drunk just like my father who I swear I would never be
I wish I wasn’t writing this but this is who I am
So I follow in the footsteps of my father
Trying to be a real dad
But everywhere I turn I go back to sin ...
I’m a drunk I’m trying to be a dad
Sit n stew get drunk before work
Hoping that these 8 hours wear off
Forgetting I have children looking at a lost father
Wake up in the sins that I deliver
Toss and turn my hip my shoulder are tender
I’m a drunk just like my father who I swear I would never be
I wish I wasn’t writing this but this is who I am
So I follow in the footsteps of my father
Trying to be a real dad
But everywhere I turn I go back to sin ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#hate #shame
#hate #shame
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0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
Absinthe Minded
Froward deity
Candied intoxication
Through vision spinning
Candied intoxication
Through vision spinning
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#temptation
#senryu
34 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 9:16pm
1st Oct 2024 9:16pm
Idea Alcohol
Idea alcohol
Sip some of this
Let your dreams run real
Step away go cold turkey
Feels so good in yer bones
But my mind is full of blanks
Know what I have to do
Creep back in the bottle
Gives me thoughts deep down
The solution is idea alcohol
What to do I’ve got kids too
Should stay away from Taylor’s Port
But my dreams die from a withering vine
Go in kiss the leprechaun
Just enough for a song to come out
The idea is alcohol but the seeds form from
A brain with a...
Sip some of this
Let your dreams run real
Step away go cold turkey
Feels so good in yer bones
But my mind is full of blanks
Know what I have to do
Creep back in the bottle
Gives me thoughts deep down
The solution is idea alcohol
What to do I’ve got kids too
Should stay away from Taylor’s Port
But my dreams die from a withering vine
Go in kiss the leprechaun
Just enough for a song to come out
The idea is alcohol but the seeds form from
A brain with a...
#alcohol
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
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0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
Dad’s Tool Closet (4/3/1987)
Dad’s tool closet (4/3/1987)
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
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