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.
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 5:43pm
27th Jun 2020 5:43pm
Poet-aholic
A friend called me a poet-aholic...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet somehow seeing a clearer...
They aren’t wrong
you won’t find any denial here
Just call me an addict
and no need to keep it anonymous
I drink up people’s organized words
like they’re on tap
sitting on my favorite bar stool
eagerly waiting
for my beloved poetic barkeep
to poor me another round
Shot after shot
until my head is spinning with imagery
and my liver is drowning in metaphors
Stumbling all over myself
yet somehow seeing a clearer...
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
87 reads
10 Comments
anna_grin
grin
grin
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 9:55pm
14th Jun 2020 9:55pm
olanzipine blues
all my muscle feels like
struggling in
punishing weights on
ankles and wrists
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my mind feels like
running into padded corners
smashing body
against blue mattress
no one can hear me
no one that matters
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my joints feel like
old machine needs oiling
rheumatic pain
thank you thank you
for this
struggling in
punishing weights on
ankles and wrists
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my mind feels like
running into padded corners
smashing body
against blue mattress
no one can hear me
no one that matters
im supposed to say
thank you for this
my joints feel like
old machine needs oiling
rheumatic pain
thank you thank you
for this
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
95 reads
10 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 2:48am
23rd Jun 2020 2:48am
Why I drink
over 90% of what's taking place in the world is bullshit.... false illusions.... everyone is a "spiritual teacher" ....etc etc.
real talk.... artificial smiles; the truth is that most ppl are more or less miserable.... trying to make sense out of this life....I'm real enough to admit that I am....
I feel like a rebel; i don't care to be one....but it beats being stuck in a robotic mechanical mentality; I believe in something greater than what meets the eye and beyond comprehension of the human mind....
but I refuse to be...
real talk.... artificial smiles; the truth is that most ppl are more or less miserable.... trying to make sense out of this life....I'm real enough to admit that I am....
I feel like a rebel; i don't care to be one....but it beats being stuck in a robotic mechanical mentality; I believe in something greater than what meets the eye and beyond comprehension of the human mind....
but I refuse to be...
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
#humankind #myself
#humankind #myself
72 reads
Mookie
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 9:52pm
10th Jul 2020 9:52pm
Sobriety
Day 1, I can't do this, do I want to do this?
Day 2, Yesterday is done, can i do this, do i really want to do this?
Why am i so fearful of my of my own reality?
Why don't i just change what's mine and remove what isn't mine?
I can do this.
I will do this.
I am doing this
I am sober...
Day 2, Yesterday is done, can i do this, do i really want to do this?
Why am i so fearful of my of my own reality?
Why don't i just change what's mine and remove what isn't mine?
I can do this.
I will do this.
I am doing this
I am sober...
#SelfReflection
46 reads
8 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 4:19pm
2nd Jul 2020 4:19pm
Lost and found
Rambled down many streets
Casting shadows with my feet
Chased the rabbit down the hole
Looking for my pot of gold
Lost myself along the way
Tripped myself through night and day
If you're looking for me
Don't look far
I'm still beneath the same ole stars
You'll find me on the dark side of town
Hidden in the lost and found
Casting shadows with my feet
Chased the rabbit down the hole
Looking for my pot of gold
Lost myself along the way
Tripped myself through night and day
If you're looking for me
Don't look far
I'm still beneath the same ole stars
You'll find me on the dark side of town
Hidden in the lost and found
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
68 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01pm
Yesterday 2:01pm
Detox - I'm Sure the Corner Liquor Store Misses Me
It hasn't been that bad
It's not a full out quit
Decided on 4 to 5 days a week sober
I was always ahead of my alcohol purchasing
2 drinks left
Buy another bottle
Not doing that this time
Gonna drink what I have
Money is tighter
Gonna drink the widow now
Was hoarding her sexy ass
I deserve her smoothness
Juxtaposed against my rough persona
She's my muse now
Bourbon bombshell
She always knows how to play me
Turning the tables
Debit card on empty
No fault detox
Sleeping like a old dog should
...
It's not a full out quit
Decided on 4 to 5 days a week sober
I was always ahead of my alcohol purchasing
2 drinks left
Buy another bottle
Not doing that this time
Gonna drink what I have
Money is tighter
Gonna drink the widow now
Was hoarding her sexy ass
I deserve her smoothness
Juxtaposed against my rough persona
She's my muse now
Bourbon bombshell
She always knows how to play me
Turning the tables
Debit card on empty
No fault detox
Sleeping like a old dog should
...
#determination
33 reads
10 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 12:29pm
8th Jul 2020 12:29pm
Dependency
For the first time really
Looking into alcohol self dependency
Never have had an addictive personality
Don't even drink that much
Yet the pattern has always been daily
A friend recently said the same thing
Got me thinking
Not a wine drinker
An occasional beer
For me it's whiskey
Straight no chaser
Ice at the most
Sleep then is haphazard
Dreams I'd rather forget
Last night it was Gatorade Zero
Now there's a switch
No proclamations of quitting here
Writing it is good therapy
Knowing my...
Looking into alcohol self dependency
Never have had an addictive personality
Don't even drink that much
Yet the pattern has always been daily
A friend recently said the same thing
Got me thinking
Not a wine drinker
An occasional beer
For me it's whiskey
Straight no chaser
Ice at the most
Sleep then is haphazard
Dreams I'd rather forget
Last night it was Gatorade Zero
Now there's a switch
No proclamations of quitting here
Writing it is good therapy
Knowing my...
#alcohol
52 reads
12 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2020 9:27pm
2nd Jul 2020 9:27pm
Drink your memory back
Every night I come home
To an empty silent house
No calls on the phone
No reason to go out
Light a candle, watch it burn
Pour a drink in a dirty glass
Try to drink away the hurt
And bring your memory back
Well I lost you long ago
And cannot get you back
Now the only relief I know
Is to drink your memory back
To an empty silent house
No calls on the phone
No reason to go out
Light a candle, watch it burn
Pour a drink in a dirty glass
Try to drink away the hurt
And bring your memory back
Well I lost you long ago
And cannot get you back
Now the only relief I know
Is to drink your memory back
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
66 reads
8 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 4:19am
26th Jun 2020 4:19am
Where There's a Will There's a Way
Until the sun rises in the north and sets in the South I will,
until my heart pumps its final beat and my lungs expand for my last breath I will
all day every day until my last day I will love her. I'd kill or be killed for her I'd take a bullet for the one I love even if it was from the one I love because at the end of the day no matter how hard I try to convince myself why I shouldn't I can't and I still love her anyway and when I pass away my last thought will be of her even now I can picture her smiling face. My love for her remains and she'll remain in my heart mind and spirit...
until my heart pumps its final beat and my lungs expand for my last breath I will
all day every day until my last day I will love her. I'd kill or be killed for her I'd take a bullet for the one I love even if it was from the one I love because at the end of the day no matter how hard I try to convince myself why I shouldn't I can't and I still love her anyway and when I pass away my last thought will be of her even now I can picture her smiling face. My love for her remains and she'll remain in my heart mind and spirit...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#betrayal
#philosophical
84 reads
9 Comments
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