Drugs Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
PenneyWyze
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 10:56pm
18th Sep 2019 10:56pm
I Am Not An Addict
Spinning, and spinning, I am spiraling down, my feet have envy for the hard, solid ground. I cannot differentiate the earth from the sky. I cannot tell what I feel, if I laugh, or if I cry. Do my eyes lack such focus they've no more ability to see? Perhaps it's not that I need the drugs, perhaps the drugs need me. I do so miss the innocence, the days of remembering "when". I miss the beauty I could once see within my fellow man. I find I'm wishing for the time when I was most free. I feel such longing for the days I felt beauty inside me. Now I'm cast in shadow, in a world I don't belong. A...
#hope
#courage
#addiction
#FeelingLost
#choices
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 00:05am
16th Sep 2019 00:05am
Too drunk to drown us
Angry as a tasered tiger
setting fires with staggered steps,
the thunder of each stampede
sends the birds out from the trees .
Flames hang like sharp teeth
weals redden in the heat,
belt buckled and melted
we age before his drunken sleep.
At last the sun rises tangerine,
rapids reach the rivers bend.
As light returns across the leaves
we slip like otters into streams.
setting fires with staggered steps,
the thunder of each stampede
sends the birds out from the trees .
Flames hang like sharp teeth
weals redden in the heat,
belt buckled and melted
we age before his drunken sleep.
At last the sun rises tangerine,
rapids reach the rivers bend.
As light returns across the leaves
we slip like otters into streams.
#bullying
#alcohol
#addiction #DomesticViolence
#addiction #DomesticViolence
29 reads
3 Comments
HisGoodgirl2017
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 5:27pm
18th Sep 2019 5:27pm
I Watched a Man
I watched a wonderful man lose his soul,
all for the love of a tiny meth hole.
A tiny meth hole that punctured his skin,
I often wondered,
Will he ever be the same again?
I watched a sexy man lose his soul,
all the for the love of a dirty meth whore.
A dirty meth whore who stole his money,
I had to asked him,
What are you to do now, hunnie?
I watched a smart man lose his soul,
all for the love of the meth trap game,
a meth trap game that stole all of his time,
I often reminded him,
Is it really worth this...
all for the love of a tiny meth hole.
A tiny meth hole that punctured his skin,
I often wondered,
Will he ever be the same again?
I watched a sexy man lose his soul,
all the for the love of a dirty meth whore.
A dirty meth whore who stole his money,
I had to asked him,
What are you to do now, hunnie?
I watched a smart man lose his soul,
all for the love of the meth trap game,
a meth trap game that stole all of his time,
I often reminded him,
Is it really worth this...
#drugs
#addiction
#healing
23 reads
1 Comment
Kaleidoscope_Heart
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 4:17am
16th Sep 2019 4:17am
Justified Drunk
Self sedation is both soothing and dangerous.
If all of it is poison, then is it so wrong to just pick one?
We are all temporary.
We are all terminal.
Time is never a guarantee.
We are always so pretentious to assume we will only die from an illness that results from our bad choices....
But what about accidents? What about nature?
What about something as terrifying as an object falling from the sky?
A simple, accident. No evil, no misguided action. Death was simply a result of time and place. It was that...
If all of it is poison, then is it so wrong to just pick one?
We are all temporary.
We are all terminal.
Time is never a guarantee.
We are always so pretentious to assume we will only die from an illness that results from our bad choices....
But what about accidents? What about nature?
What about something as terrifying as an object falling from the sky?
A simple, accident. No evil, no misguided action. Death was simply a result of time and place. It was that...
#alcohol
40 reads
1 Comment
Jiminex
Poem Published
7th Sep 2019 8:51pm
7th Sep 2019 8:51pm
Other addictions
Drugs come in many forms
But at this moment I'll more reflect
We all find ways to ride out the storms
Fear something will reject
My kids are my drug
I can't live without
I need those butterfly kisses and hug
An addiction I assure you no doubt
I can be angry at the things of the day
In that moment it all goes away
To listen to th many things they say
To all the heartfelt games we play
You can argue how its not a drug to me
Yet the addiction I believe is stronger
You'll never cure this disease
May...
But at this moment I'll more reflect
We all find ways to ride out the storms
Fear something will reject
My kids are my drug
I can't live without
I need those butterfly kisses and hug
An addiction I assure you no doubt
I can be angry at the things of the day
In that moment it all goes away
To listen to th many things they say
To all the heartfelt games we play
You can argue how its not a drug to me
Yet the addiction I believe is stronger
You'll never cure this disease
May...
#father
#children
66 reads
1 Comment
Hypodermicsally
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 8:31pm
9th Sep 2019 8:31pm
Hungry
Hundreds of thoughts dancing in my head,
I want to make love wildly with a dead
And for thinking this thought I'm not sorry,
Cause it's only a thought, not my story.
I'm a magnet to the trouble and misery,
And I want to be hated by history,
Share the cake you hungry whore,
Well sorry, I didn't mean it, and he swore.
cigarette, drugs, and pancakes,
Mistakes and conspiracy is what I make,
Call me a greedy or hungry whore, I don't care,
Cause just like you, your words don't matter anywhere.
Dinner only for a...
I want to make love wildly with a dead
And for thinking this thought I'm not sorry,
Cause it's only a thought, not my story.
I'm a magnet to the trouble and misery,
And I want to be hated by history,
Share the cake you hungry whore,
Well sorry, I didn't mean it, and he swore.
cigarette, drugs, and pancakes,
Mistakes and conspiracy is what I make,
Call me a greedy or hungry whore, I don't care,
Cause just like you, your words don't matter anywhere.
Dinner only for a...
#sex
#drugs
#food
#addiction
#greed
59 reads
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Syd
False Sense
False Sense
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 1:31am
5th Sep 2019 1:31am
Shades
Dank thick perspiration
drapes over our oily nervous skin
like freshly salted slugs...
No breeze
the air is hot and still..
We carve up limes with a kitchen knife
as the other commuters look nervous.
We lick salt and do shots of tequila,
the butterflies in our stomachs do back flips
as we hurtle along in a tin tube
following the ancient British mainline
The English weather has for once done us proud. This bank holiday weekend will be a story to tell our grandchildren.....If we survive.
The festival ground is dry...
drapes over our oily nervous skin
like freshly salted slugs...
No breeze
the air is hot and still..
We carve up limes with a kitchen knife
as the other commuters look nervous.
We lick salt and do shots of tequila,
the butterflies in our stomachs do back flips
as we hurtle along in a tin tube
following the ancient British mainline
The English weather has for once done us proud. This bank holiday weekend will be a story to tell our grandchildren.....If we survive.
The festival ground is dry...
#music
#travel
#freedom
#dance
#passion
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