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
16 reads
4 Comments
Bricoleur
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 6:36pm
26th Mar 2023 6:36pm
~ haiku: four ~
bare, them bottles point
toward damnation of mind
"one more -then- one more"
toward damnation of mind
"one more -then- one more"
#loneliness
#alcohol
#haiku #addiction
#haiku #addiction
19 reads
0 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
21 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
Bricoleur
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 10:01am
27th Mar 2023 10:01am
Olive Demon
It dresses a friendly guise
When it yearns consumption.
After it escapes its bottled jail
Into my belly,
And turns on its mind-bending magic,
It then teleports
Inconspicuously to higher ground nearby.
And then it looks down on me
As I do extraordinary
Things of sheer stupidity,
In momentary illusion of non-consequence.
It laughs at me as I cry for help
Its olive guise now ripped off,
Revealing the demon underneath
Leaving me to succumb
In guilt, shame, and despair
All by my lonesome,
Sweating rotgut.
When it yearns consumption.
After it escapes its bottled jail
Into my belly,
And turns on its mind-bending magic,
It then teleports
Inconspicuously to higher ground nearby.
And then it looks down on me
As I do extraordinary
Things of sheer stupidity,
In momentary illusion of non-consequence.
It laughs at me as I cry for help
Its olive guise now ripped off,
Revealing the demon underneath
Leaving me to succumb
In guilt, shame, and despair
All by my lonesome,
Sweating rotgut.
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#alcohol
#addiction
27 reads
0 Comments
Bricoleur
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 11:19am
24th Mar 2023 11:19am
No Mickeys / The Stench Won’t Go
#lust
#LifeStruggles
#night
#alcohol
#addiction
30 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 6:14am
27th Mar 2023 6:14am
3/24/23b
Some nights
Consciousness fades
As the drugs take hold
And if you can
Hold the pen just right
It will keep writing
Consciousness fades
As the drugs take hold
And if you can
Hold the pen just right
It will keep writing
#drugs
#sleep
#WritingPoetry
32 reads
0 Comments
Bricoleur
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 7:05pm
24th Mar 2023 7:05pm
Drenched Veshti
Handed me a lager by the park bench.
Evening lights on, string ones with bulbs.
Under marquees by the stage
On spring grass.
The local boys
In vegan lederhosen
Were playing the alpenhorn
Me, for one, would love
A 90s fuzzed out gem
And swipe off the lederhosen
For a dirndl.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Nothing.
So I’m reduced to watching the boys play
Wickett’s fireworks across the lake
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
Cold fire confetti in the sky.
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
More confetti. ...
Evening lights on, string ones with bulbs.
Under marquees by the stage
On spring grass.
The local boys
In vegan lederhosen
Were playing the alpenhorn
Me, for one, would love
A 90s fuzzed out gem
And swipe off the lederhosen
For a dirndl.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Nothing.
So I’m reduced to watching the boys play
Wickett’s fireworks across the lake
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
Cold fire confetti in the sky.
Whoosh — boom — crack-crack-crack
More confetti. ...
#lust
#loneliness
#night #alcohol
#night #alcohol
38 reads
1 Comment
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