Drugs Poems by New Members
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs) - Published by new DU Poetry members.
BaabyJay
Jerricha
Jerricha
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2018 5:13am
22nd Apr 2018 5:13am
She was the drug.
She was the drug that your parents warned you to never get addicted to. She slowly took over your mind, body, and soul. You got addicted to the way she made you feel, the way she took all your troubles away, the way she made your pain stop, the way she actually made you feel human again. She was a drug that was so deadly, you were even warned, but still proceeded.
#regret
#dark
#drugs #illness
#drugs #illness
41 reads
2 Comments
Thatgirlxo
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 8:57am
16th Apr 2018 8:57am
Drugs & murder
#love
#murder
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#prison
61 reads
0 Comments
b_a_d_n
Poem Published
14th Apr 2018 1:01am
14th Apr 2018 1:01am
Now
Now, I have all of these horrible thoughts
they aren't going anywhere
and they'll take me nowhere
but that does not change the fact that they are still there
It's all about me
because it's such a selfish disease
it took me away
and it never brought me back
I wasn't really prepared
even though I thought I was
I think we all may think this way ...
they aren't going anywhere
and they'll take me nowhere
but that does not change the fact that they are still there
It's all about me
because it's such a selfish disease
it took me away
and it never brought me back
I wasn't really prepared
even though I thought I was
I think we all may think this way ...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#drugs
#shame
#addiction
63 reads
7 Comments
Lyrically_Inclined
Poem Published
16th Apr 2018 1:44pm
16th Apr 2018 1:44pm
Coffee
Black and insatiable
Cream and a little hazelnut
Barista, you fill up my cup
Your scent, always seems to interrupt
Hot, steamy and always wet
In love with you since the day we met
Your caffeine, my only outlet
No good for me, but no regret
I can’t live without you in my soul
Coming or going? I never know
When you’re with me, I lose control
Coffee, I’m addicted to your flow
Cream and a little hazelnut
Barista, you fill up my cup
Your scent, always seems to interrupt
Hot, steamy and always wet
In love with you since the day we met
Your caffeine, my only outlet
No good for me, but no regret
I can’t live without you in my soul
Coming or going? I never know
When you’re with me, I lose control
Coffee, I’m addicted to your flow
#lust
#coffee
#addiction
47 reads
9 Comments
darkblue
Poem Published
Today 11:49am
Today 11:49am
saw my face
Saw my face
in a haze
as I came round
falling to the ground
Saw your face on the screen
laughing back at me
broken hearts are for losers
so ended up just being used again
Yesterday ha gone
today the lines heal
I fear tomorrow
but not as much as I fear me
TV news is never good
for someone like me
Elvis has left the building
so please stop following me
in a haze
as I came round
falling to the ground
Saw your face on the screen
laughing back at me
broken hearts are for losers
so ended up just being used again
Yesterday ha gone
today the lines heal
I fear tomorrow
but not as much as I fear me
TV news is never good
for someone like me
Elvis has left the building
so please stop following me
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#LifeStruggles
15 reads
0 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
4th Apr 2018 3:08am
4th Apr 2018 3:08am
At The Altar Of My Reality / Slightly Altered
Fifty Hits Of Four Way Clearlight
Fifty Button Peyote Tea
More Than An Ounce Of Psilocybin
Have All Been Teachers Of What I Call Me
I Kissed The Earth Then I Touched The Sky
I Got Many Answers When I Thus Asked Why
I Saw The Patterns All Underlying
Faced Myself And Then Started Crying
I Was One With The Great Unity
And Then I Climbed The Shaman's Tree ,
And Now The Drum And Incantation
Dance And Moving Meditation
Serve My Pathway Through The Doors
Where I Have Never Tread Before
The Wisdom Quest Of The Manifest
And...
Fifty Button Peyote Tea
More Than An Ounce Of Psilocybin
Have All Been Teachers Of What I Call Me
I Kissed The Earth Then I Touched The Sky
I Got Many Answers When I Thus Asked Why
I Saw The Patterns All Underlying
Faced Myself And Then Started Crying
I Was One With The Great Unity
And Then I Climbed The Shaman's Tree ,
And Now The Drum And Incantation
Dance And Moving Meditation
Serve My Pathway Through The Doors
Where I Have Never Tread Before
The Wisdom Quest Of The Manifest
And...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #pagan
#TruthOfLife #pagan
40 reads
0 Comments
Nikk11
Whiskey_Eyes
Whiskey_Eyes
Poem Published
8th Apr 2018 00:23am
8th Apr 2018 00:23am
Jack & MAC
Whiskey and lipstick
One makes me pretty the other makes me bold
Truth is I'm broken and my heart ice cold
Jack warms my soul and allows me to be free
MAC brightens my face so I don't look like pure misery
This little duo has become my best friend
They never leave my side here till the very end
See Jack has never lied or did me wrong
He has always boosted my spirits like a crazy rap song
MAC is kind of tricky like the jealous friend from out of town
If you pick the wrong color, she'll have you looking like a clown
Jack on ice so...
One makes me pretty the other makes me bold
Truth is I'm broken and my heart ice cold
Jack warms my soul and allows me to be free
MAC brightens my face so I don't look like pure misery
This little duo has become my best friend
They never leave my side here till the very end
See Jack has never lied or did me wrong
He has always boosted my spirits like a crazy rap song
MAC is kind of tricky like the jealous friend from out of town
If you pick the wrong color, she'll have you looking like a clown
Jack on ice so...
#heartbroken
#beauty
#alcohol
75 reads
3 Comments
young_hock
Poem Published
28th Mar 2018 7:28pm
28th Mar 2018 7:28pm
My Good Luck Charm
Been told I had a temper
and the world full of contenders.
Never been violent
but I define myself as an avenger.
We all need a helper
and Hennessy is my remedy
I choose to worship when I needed healing.
Made from wine, thin and dry
Hennessey is my buddy
that comforts me when I cry.
Having constant headaches
for being hardheaded.
Hennessey makes me to think
more pragmatic.
Covered in a brown bag
when out in public.
Swallow and settles in my stomach
Slowly turning light headed
Subduing the nightmares ...
and the world full of contenders.
Never been violent
but I define myself as an avenger.
We all need a helper
and Hennessy is my remedy
I choose to worship when I needed healing.
Made from wine, thin and dry
Hennessey is my buddy
that comforts me when I cry.
Having constant headaches
for being hardheaded.
Hennessey makes me to think
more pragmatic.
Covered in a brown bag
when out in public.
Swallow and settles in my stomach
Slowly turning light headed
Subduing the nightmares ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
38 reads
1 Comment
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