Long Drugs Poems
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 11:36pm
23rd Apr 2025 11:36pm
There are drugs and there are drugs
Hey so I realized that I never wrote a drug poem. I wanted to hit every one of the themes this year. So this is not a poem but here is something.
A while back me and some friends decided that we are going to have a house party and have a good time.
Everyone was designated to bring something. I brought a couple of bottles of liquor and some chips. ( no I did not do any dip. I was not designated to bring that.)
We had everything. Food, drinks, music, and whatnot.
Let me explain what Whatnot is before weed was legal. We had that. ...
A while back me and some friends decided that we are going to have a house party and have a good time.
Everyone was designated to bring something. I brought a couple of bottles of liquor and some chips. ( no I did not do any dip. I was not designated to bring that.)
We had everything. Food, drinks, music, and whatnot.
Let me explain what Whatnot is before weed was legal. We had that. ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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6 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 7:01am
20th Apr 2025 7:01am
bE ThAt aS iT mAY
Craved by death and the grave but not today
Hooray although scathed I played and got away
Time flies good bye bye
Hurry up and seize the day today
BE THAT AS IT MAY they say
Come on let come what may my way
So little time remains yet
There's so much still left to say
Mayday Mayday
Mqybe everything will be okay someday
Displaced today from this dretched dismay
How everything was kept then swept away
Disgraced this way in a rant I rave
Cliches fillet in this escapade
Like the birds of...
Hooray although scathed I played and got away
Time flies good bye bye
Hurry up and seize the day today
BE THAT AS IT MAY they say
Come on let come what may my way
So little time remains yet
There's so much still left to say
Mayday Mayday
Mqybe everything will be okay someday
Displaced today from this dretched dismay
How everything was kept then swept away
Disgraced this way in a rant I rave
Cliches fillet in this escapade
Like the birds of...
#addiction
#Christian
#death
#redemption
#SelfReflection
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0 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 4:31am
5th Apr 2025 4:31am
Untitled
Everybody keeps telling me it will get better
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
yet I am startng to doubt that it ever actually will
Every time I get back on my own 2 feet and do good
the drugs and toxicity pull me back in
I can never seem to get my fill
12 years sober
12 motherfucken years sober
And here I am, full circle
back in this nightmare, perforating my skin
Syringes full of poison that consumes me in the worst ways
Despite that, here I am as if I've forgotten the heartbreak of addiction
As if I've forgotten where I've been
Sober me and in recovery has this...
#acceptance
#addiction
#confessional #despair
#confessional #despair
126 reads
1 Comment
Ambjr
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
if you give an addict tramadol
if you give an addict some tramadol
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
#addiction
#alcohol
173 reads
11 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 4:20pm
9th Mar 2025 4:20pm
Licking Debbie's Chalice
#dirty
#marijuana
#porn
157 reads
0 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
18th Feb 2025 7:40am
The Brownie and the Poet
On a pair of kick-ass headphones he was listening to music
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
that simulates a trip… while tripping.
Being there live on the scene, I asked him, won’t that start to make you sick,
Won’t it bugger your biorhythm, or jack with something?
He looked away keenly and said “and who’s this prick?”.
What follows is our conversation from right to left,
and what he pre-posthumously said.
I had my faculties, he was bereft,
So I recorded it all before he was dead.
My words in italics, his in san serift.
How can...
#food
#LifeAsAWriter
#marijuana
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veins_of_shame
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
Dope You Know?
Here I am no surprise, checked into rehab again
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
#addiction
#courage
#heroin
#hope
#inspirational
213 reads
3 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
339 reads
4 Comments
Nowhere_
HaleyJade
HaleyJade
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:28am
29th Jan 2025 5:28am
Groundhog Day.
My unbeating heart makes not one
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
#dark
#LifeCycle
#sadness
189 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
149 reads
0 Comments
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
547 reads
7 Comments
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
Lost Boy
Among the shadows where the silence breathes,
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
#addiction
#drugs
#healing
#homelessness
#support
338 reads
3 Comments
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