Popular Drugs Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 1:09pm
13th Feb 2021 1:09pm
(coffee) pot dealer ~ a senryú
bold enticement
darkness courses through my veins
to ensure that rush
darkness courses through my veins
to ensure that rush
#coffee
#addiction
#senryu
120 reads
36 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
26th Feb 2021 10:46pm
from a tin can
from a tin-can
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
Soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.
Skylight please wretch
out the chaos and body,
the village and mind
and pin down one good, real and true thought.
Yes breathe.
echoed in the chest
and breast and best.
Say it.
#anxiety
#alcohol
#MentalHealth #escape
#MentalHealth #escape
49 reads
8 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 3:34am
21st Feb 2021 3:34am
me and my two brains
despite being clean
and sober for fourty
or so years, occasionally
my old brain visits me
from out of nowhere
and whispers to my
soul,
" Come on-get high
one more time! It will
make everything okay!
No one will ever know."
but my new brain says,
"what the FUCK are you
thinking! You'll know!
why don't you stay sober
one more day and every-
thing will be great!"
glad I listen to that
new brain.
love y'all
and sober for fourty
or so years, occasionally
my old brain visits me
from out of nowhere
and whispers to my
soul,
" Come on-get high
one more time! It will
make everything okay!
No one will ever know."
but my new brain says,
"what the FUCK are you
thinking! You'll know!
why don't you stay sober
one more day and every-
thing will be great!"
glad I listen to that
new brain.
love y'all
#addiction
58 reads
17 Comments
anna_grin
ilchruthach
ilchruthach
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 1:24am
11th Feb 2021 1:24am
possibly an early manic episode
the taste
of blood on my lip
the irregular vice of teeth
uncontrollably
i chew a piece of flesh
like gum
the vessels
are so very close to the skin
i send a suggestive text
and almost collapse
at the mere
thought
of giving head
of blood on my lip
the irregular vice of teeth
uncontrollably
i chew a piece of flesh
like gum
the vessels
are so very close to the skin
i send a suggestive text
and almost collapse
at the mere
thought
of giving head
#dirty
103 reads
13 Comments
Kehlida
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 1:03pm
28th Feb 2021 1:03pm
Now All I Know Is Alone
My heart is hidden in those walls alongside memories of the time we spent
hungering for our next hit
I cannot remember when our room went dim or the faucet no longer dripped
Or how, below overdue bills piled on your desk I found a pink slip
Our love would never be one on which stories are built
But nothing will numb my sadness
it just grows in place of your absence
Would he be bound to secrecy or keep telling lies?
Life is absolute and to be absolved is to live in light
I know my love’s way remains impure, but I can only pray for mine ...
hungering for our next hit
I cannot remember when our room went dim or the faucet no longer dripped
Or how, below overdue bills piled on your desk I found a pink slip
Our love would never be one on which stories are built
But nothing will numb my sadness
it just grows in place of your absence
Would he be bound to secrecy or keep telling lies?
Life is absolute and to be absolved is to live in light
I know my love’s way remains impure, but I can only pray for mine ...
#grief
#hope
#addiction #MovingOn
#addiction #MovingOn
52 reads
5 Comments
anna_grin
ilchruthach
ilchruthach
Poem Published
11th Feb 2021 00:40am
11th Feb 2021 00:40am
untitled
clean, so clean, so pinbright new
stick the pin through the tension point in the palm
of your hand and feel nothing.
but does the stomach flip
like a little beastie is beating himself off in there?
i can stand up fine and my brain is like a new flipchart
someone in my head wastes paper
we're of the same mind then we both want to watch humanity choke on its polluted piss
people say what goes up must come down and
every silver lining has a cloud
my sky's clear, clear
i guess there has to be a comedown...
stick the pin through the tension point in the palm
of your hand and feel nothing.
but does the stomach flip
like a little beastie is beating himself off in there?
i can stand up fine and my brain is like a new flipchart
someone in my head wastes paper
we're of the same mind then we both want to watch humanity choke on its polluted piss
people say what goes up must come down and
every silver lining has a cloud
my sky's clear, clear
i guess there has to be a comedown...
#happiness
52 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Feb 2021 11:58pm
7th Feb 2021 11:58pm
Chronic CHF / O, Eterna-man!
Little doubt about it now, but seems'tho the main porpoise in the
Rest of My Life
is to be a Dead guy.
I mean, not like it's any big fckng deal. Happens
to thousands'o folks every bloody day.
It's well documented how i've
"teetered-on-the-brink" so many times in the last 22 years that it's
nigh'on ridiculous.
Hell, i've "cheated death" 'nough times times that it
may be that i'm not gonna die ever. Have...
Rest of My Life
is to be a Dead guy.
I mean, not like it's any big fckng deal. Happens
to thousands'o folks every bloody day.
It's well documented how i've
"teetered-on-the-brink" so many times in the last 22 years that it's
nigh'on ridiculous.
Hell, i've "cheated death" 'nough times times that it
may be that i'm not gonna die ever. Have...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
48 reads
3 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
19th Feb 2021 12:59pm
19th Feb 2021 12:59pm
Bedsit
A bedsit room above a street
I’ve known since childhood.
(This poem comes from childhood.)
The street is known for drugs
and poverty.
A taxi driver recently
told me about a fare he drove
to and from a crack house on that street.
(I can’t write “crack house” unsmilingly.
It’s just a funny phrase, like “batty boy”
or “government integrity”.)
An emaciated woman leant
in the doorway.
She wore a loose bathrobe,
the merest courtesy
hiding her breasts and bones.
The bedsit as I picture it
was up a...
I’ve known since childhood.
(This poem comes from childhood.)
The street is known for drugs
and poverty.
A taxi driver recently
told me about a fare he drove
to and from a crack house on that street.
(I can’t write “crack house” unsmilingly.
It’s just a funny phrase, like “batty boy”
or “government integrity”.)
An emaciated woman leant
in the doorway.
She wore a loose bathrobe,
the merest courtesy
hiding her breasts and bones.
The bedsit as I picture it
was up a...
#mother
42 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 00:20am
23rd Feb 2021 00:20am
Excuses
So you are not who
You thought you would be.
Unfortunate that life threw you
A curve
A banana peel
on which you swerved
Never control regained
Choosing to live in a
World of drugs, booze
And pain.
You thought you would be.
Unfortunate that life threw you
A curve
A banana peel
on which you swerved
Never control regained
Choosing to live in a
World of drugs, booze
And pain.
#dark
#emptiness
52 reads
8 Comments
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