Popular Drugs Poems
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:26am
6th Nov 2024 11:26am
In the Glass
Temptation breakdown
Warmth melts from rock-sold ice cube
Diluted disillusion
Warmth melts from rock-sold ice cube
Diluted disillusion
#haiku
190 reads
21 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 8:55pm
2nd Nov 2024 8:55pm
The Troll From Studio 54
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#secrets
#vanity
112 reads
30 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
93 reads
10 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
30th Nov 2024 10:41pm
Club Promotor
#breakup
#drugs
#heartbroken
#marijuana
#sex
56 reads
5 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
The Seamstress
We used to make potions
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
#addiction
#dark
#family
#heroin
#sister
118 reads
5 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 opiate 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
126 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
What Happened To You?
What happened to your body
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
#addiction
#drugs
#love
#TruthOfLife
#women
64 reads
6 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 1:13am
12th Nov 2024 1:13am
Liquid, Soothing
Liquefy my mind
I got nothing else to give
Heathen of mischief
I got nothing else to give
Heathen of mischief
#addiction
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter #temptation
#LifeAsAWriter #temptation
79 reads
3 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
30th Nov 2024 4:20pm
Delving into past memories like a hand deep in the biscuit tin
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Never really been one for seeing a therapist, this bleeding of ink being my preferred method.
However embellished or not they may be, remembering. Never let the truth get in the way of a good yarn.
When ones muse, is the literal picking at scars. Well its relatable and understandable how the truth can sometimes gets blurred.
Smoking, that guiding light to the final coffin nail. That said there is something soothing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
61 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 8:20pm
1st Nov 2024 8:20pm
Dilemmhaiku
Very cold Vodka
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
#alcohol
#drugs
#haiku #WritingPoetry
#haiku #WritingPoetry
74 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
1st Nov 2024 11:30am
Alcoholic Haiku
two shots of vodka
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
#alcohol
#art
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
70 reads
9 Comments
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