Drugs Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems published by members most recently online.
Welcome To My Scurvy
Barnacles of tyranny ghosting urchins between
my ears listening to the pulse of hypochondriacs
shadowing my fears, screaming..."Get out of my
house." From the crawlspace where my eyes
shine like spotlights on a highway following the
yellow lines to bury me in my contagious scurvy
my ears listening to the pulse of hypochondriacs
shadowing my fears, screaming..."Get out of my
house." From the crawlspace where my eyes
shine like spotlights on a highway following the
yellow lines to bury me in my contagious scurvy
#dark
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demon kin
in my depths I drown
the darkness acquainted with my soul glower
it had a child of gentleness in its mix
sewing seeds of kindness and respect
the demons weren't used to this
they were accustomed to commands
I showed them love and they respond
telling me of their fears and worries
teaching me their sacred language and traditions
no one cares about demons
they are fearsome creatures
but they have dreams too
and some don't like torturing humans,
living secondhanded lives
they are an ancient culture
one...
the darkness acquainted with my soul glower
it had a child of gentleness in its mix
sewing seeds of kindness and respect
the demons weren't used to this
they were accustomed to commands
I showed them love and they respond
telling me of their fears and worries
teaching me their sacred language and traditions
no one cares about demons
they are fearsome creatures
but they have dreams too
and some don't like torturing humans,
living secondhanded lives
they are an ancient culture
one...
#love
#dark
314 reads
7 Comments
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
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
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10 Comments
MELTING..The Castle..5/5
Biker tradition of shots were fired
Into the still of the summer night
When we returned chaos transpired
Pagans and warlocks wanting a bite
They wanted some of what we were on
But Dave provided us protective cover
He knew we were extremely far gone
Still looking for new lands to discover
So he worked out some future deals
So I could escape and avoid the hassle
A distribution network and other ideals
As Andrea and I escaped to the castle
We crossed over the drawbridge ...
Into the still of the summer night
When we returned chaos transpired
Pagans and warlocks wanting a bite
They wanted some of what we were on
But Dave provided us protective cover
He knew we were extremely far gone
Still looking for new lands to discover
So he worked out some future deals
So I could escape and avoid the hassle
A distribution network and other ideals
As Andrea and I escaped to the castle
We crossed over the drawbridge ...
#happiness
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Stoned At Starbucks!
I found myself stoned -
Stoned in Starbucks, actually.
The queue was long, it helped!
Was there any place finer to be,
Any state better to be in,
As I gently sipped my freshly ground -
NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember...
Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned,
As today could potentially be your last -
And if you get through, it'll still be a blast!
Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss,
No, NOT Kate Moss -
Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
Come join me in long conversation, ...
Stoned in Starbucks, actually.
The queue was long, it helped!
Was there any place finer to be,
Any state better to be in,
As I gently sipped my freshly ground -
NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember...
Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned,
As today could potentially be your last -
And if you get through, it'll still be a blast!
Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss,
No, NOT Kate Moss -
Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
Come join me in long conversation, ...
#love
#courage
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery
#drugs
1465 reads
25 Comments
The Cost of Love at Any Cost
Those who say
‘all is fair in love and war’
only do because
they’ve never gone to war
with death for you,
and learned for themselves
the cost of winning love
at any cost
‘all is fair in love and war’
only do because
they’ve never gone to war
with death for you,
and learned for themselves
the cost of winning love
at any cost
#depression
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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Intoxicated
I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
#addiction
#bipolar
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
283 reads
5 Comments
Do Not Take Relief Upon Innocent People's Grief
Do not take relief upon innocent people's grief
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
#addiction
#confessional
#drugs
#emotional
#uplifting
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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
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
65 reads
4 Comments
Absinthe Minded
Froward deity
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#temptation
#senryu
141 reads
2 Comments
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