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.
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 line
That intertwined into a bind being confined becoming blind
Lost in my mind lost track of time
Never to find the signs...
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 line
That intertwined into a bind being confined becoming blind
Lost in my mind lost track of time
Never to find the signs...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
92 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
73 reads
0 Comments
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
87 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
441 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
264 reads
3 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 5:16am
15th Sep 2024 5:16am
PSYCHOACTIVE HALF MOON PRAYER (Monday, 6-10-19, 9:09pm; Palm Springs, California.)
another hot mid june
southern california desert
summer night
i walked outside
up to my condo apartment s pool
for my nightly two hour long
ritual hot spa soak
just after 4 hits
off my 420 vape pen
then upon looking up
into the velvety dark
vast deep bowl
of wide open
gaping night s sky above
i was immediately swallowed up
spellbound enamored completely
by and with
the luminous soft white milky salve
of smiling near half moon light s
frosted silvery bath
silently glazing it s ...
southern california desert
summer night
i walked outside
up to my condo apartment s pool
for my nightly two hour long
ritual hot spa soak
just after 4 hits
off my 420 vape pen
then upon looking up
into the velvety dark
vast deep bowl
of wide open
gaping night s sky above
i was immediately swallowed up
spellbound enamored completely
by and with
the luminous soft white milky salve
of smiling near half moon light s
frosted silvery bath
silently glazing it s ...
#marijuana
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#water
158 reads
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
Bottling Woe Is Me
Bottoms of bottles are mainly saliva
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
191 reads
2 Comments
KrumblyKrumb16
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 2:59pm
28th Jul 2024 2:59pm
Not a poem, but a song - "Children Chase the Night and All That Comes With It":
Verse 1:
Oh, weren't we shooting stars,
Flying, dreaming, crashing, burning,
Weren't we a drunken daydream,
Living faster, oh so faster,
Weren't we just children in costumes,
Giggling, kicking, shrieking, crying,
Aren't we young pretenders,
Living a life our parents can't afford for us,
Chorus:
I want to live as fast as we can drive into the tangerine sunrise,
And I wan to go down in a haze of glory, smoke and sweat,
I want to live my roaring twenties at the age of just fifteen,
I don't want to grow up yet I'm not the...
Oh, weren't we shooting stars,
Flying, dreaming, crashing, burning,
Weren't we a drunken daydream,
Living faster, oh so faster,
Weren't we just children in costumes,
Giggling, kicking, shrieking, crying,
Aren't we young pretenders,
Living a life our parents can't afford for us,
Chorus:
I want to live as fast as we can drive into the tangerine sunrise,
And I wan to go down in a haze of glory, smoke and sweat,
I want to live my roaring twenties at the age of just fifteen,
I don't want to grow up yet I'm not the...
#childhood
#emptiness
#teens
138 reads
3 Comments
Jmora25
JayThePoet
JayThePoet
Poem Published
24th Jul 2024 7:55am
24th Jul 2024 7:55am
Antithetical Addict Understanding Love
I love you…
You mean the world to me…
I’m so lost in your spell. You’ve changed my life in more than one way. Bringing me peace of heaven and the perpetual punishment of hell.
I’ve learned how to live my life surrounded by pleasing you and trying to obtain you in the best way I can possibly achieve.
Even if you’re not the best on some days it doesn’t matter cause it’s just you what I crave.
You give me such a high and when you’re gone it’s so low. When you’re around you make everything go away. You’re so warm, loving and full of life. I’m stuck wanting to keep...
You mean the world to me…
I’m so lost in your spell. You’ve changed my life in more than one way. Bringing me peace of heaven and the perpetual punishment of hell.
I’ve learned how to live my life surrounded by pleasing you and trying to obtain you in the best way I can possibly achieve.
Even if you’re not the best on some days it doesn’t matter cause it’s just you what I crave.
You give me such a high and when you’re gone it’s so low. When you’re around you make everything go away. You’re so warm, loving and full of life. I’m stuck wanting to keep...
#death
#drugs
#love
215 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 11:21pm
27th Jun 2024 11:21pm
Crackman
Vomit stains in the front-shit stains in the back
His everyday soul mission in life is smoking crack,
“His superhuman abilities from crack are uncharacteristically unique
Giving him the worldwide nickname ‘Smoke Daddy the Super Freak’,
“He has the telepathic power to eliminate soap and water on the spot
Forever remaining funky with also the ability to transform any substance into crack rock,
“His slightest touch will cause anyone to become a crack addict
Having them constantly scratching and going to the extremes to support their habit,...
His everyday soul mission in life is smoking crack,
“His superhuman abilities from crack are uncharacteristically unique
Giving him the worldwide nickname ‘Smoke Daddy the Super Freak’,
“He has the telepathic power to eliminate soap and water on the spot
Forever remaining funky with also the ability to transform any substance into crack rock,
“His slightest touch will cause anyone to become a crack addict
Having them constantly scratching and going to the extremes to support their habit,...
#addiction
#anxiety
#strength
347 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
Do Not Take Relief Upon Innocent People's Grief
Do not take relief upon innocent people's grief
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
#addiction
#confessional
#drugs
#emotional
#uplifting
248 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 3:26pm
6th Jun 2024 3:26pm
bittersweet memories (Corey)
#abuse
#addiction
#drugs
#MeToo
#sex
156 reads
3 Comments
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