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.
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Poem Published
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
4th Aug 2016 9:37am
Stonedhenge
I’ve wasted a good bit of my life doing this.
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
I am ashamed and chalk full of regret right now, but in a few minutes, all those terrible demons will be driven away.
I am expecting a package to be delivered.
Spent the whole day idling in wait. Lolling, rolling, indolently knolling my attention bell.
Listening, for that fateful moment when the car would ram through the building’s gates and park itself, figuratively, with the desired goods in tow, capriciously.
A few half hours away, in a thatched hut next to the railroad tracks that lead up to here, a sprightly old man...
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 11:30pm
8th Apr 2025 11:30pm
Undo me
When I look back
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
and consider the darkness,
acknowledgement dawns:
I played my part.
Genetics or influence?
Nature or nurture?
Perhaps both—
nobody's perfect
but the biggest mistake I made
is believing you.
Somebody needs to believe IN you,
and my faith in you will never diminish.
Believing you is something else.
Now you say what you think I want to hear.
Hankering after the days
when you were straight as a die,
I choose to believe you,
until the truth undoes you.
Still, I keep on thinking...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#motherhood #teens
#motherhood #teens
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Billy_Snagg
Jizzman
Jizzman
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 4:54pm
16th Nov 2022 4:54pm
Stoned At Starbucks!
#love
#courage
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery
#drugs
1615 reads
27 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 00:38am
4th Feb 2023 00:38am
Bar Tables
Twenty six years ago
Momma laid her head on dirty carpet
.. Yeah
Looked a lot like mine
On a wooden bar table, just last night
Blonde
Too drunk to know
We looked like twins
Addictive reflection
Will someone save this girl?
Momma laid her head on dirty carpet
.. Yeah
Looked a lot like mine
On a wooden bar table, just last night
Blonde
Too drunk to know
We looked like twins
Addictive reflection
Will someone save this girl?
#parent
#family
#alcohol
#addiction
#FeelingTrapped
421 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
18th Mar 2025 7:57pm
a village in the sun
A village in the sun
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
There is a small village with a few streets that have no name and houses have no number twelve I bought a small home that had stood empty for years when not used as a stable for the unique Algarvian white long-eared donkey
Retired workers in the village up the road where the shop was located next door to a café where they sat enjoying their beer fixed my house and soon I with my dogs everyone in the Algarve has a dog and I could spend my time writing poetry or walking in the wood
This Idyll was too perfect to last, one day a group of English tourists...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Apr 2018 1:24am
4th Apr 2018 1:24am
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Get your prissy self to serving drinks
You know the boss
Don’t like you popping Benzedrine
On break time
Sure you look like a 40s starlet
In that red dress with all the frills
But if you get jazzed on those pills
You might start spiking their cocktails
With crazy medicine
We might have the men
Giving the women a pat down
Like in airport security
When the camera isn’t looking
The ladies would stop patronizing us
Then the men would vanish
Like the wooly mammoths
And...
Get your prissy self to serving drinks
You know the boss
Don’t like you popping Benzedrine
On break time
Sure you look like a 40s starlet
In that red dress with all the frills
But if you get jazzed on those pills
You might start spiking their cocktails
With crazy medicine
We might have the men
Giving the women a pat down
Like in airport security
When the camera isn’t looking
The ladies would stop patronizing us
Then the men would vanish
Like the wooly mammoths
And...
#alcohol
662 reads
2 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
12th Nov 2016 00:16am
12th Nov 2016 00:16am
High Write
Was challenged to do it and that is why
i am writing this poem while exceedingly high
i had it all planned a definite route but
i've forgotten what i was going to write about
No matter i'll make it up as i go on
Look there's Tony Blair riding a swan
This is more fun than i thought it would be
Except for the fact that you're looking at me
i may do something drastically unusual
Or just continue to tease and abuse you all
When the time comes i'll know it i'm sure
i simply love the feel of orangutan fur
It's all wrong and it's going...
i am writing this poem while exceedingly high
i had it all planned a definite route but
i've forgotten what i was going to write about
No matter i'll make it up as i go on
Look there's Tony Blair riding a swan
This is more fun than i thought it would be
Except for the fact that you're looking at me
i may do something drastically unusual
Or just continue to tease and abuse you all
When the time comes i'll know it i'm sure
i simply love the feel of orangutan fur
It's all wrong and it's going...
1008 reads
8 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 10:50pm
13th Sep 2022 10:50pm
Dew Drops Down Swan Feathers
The chi of
you
surged
through channels
in
the shape
of
finger
print -
imprinted
into
sands
gold with glitter
you
surged
through channels
in
the shape
of
finger
print -
imprinted
into
sands
gold with glitter
#shadows
280 reads
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
Cold Turkey
I’ve been through withdrawals before
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
#addiction
175 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
141 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 8:55pm
2nd Nov 2024 8:55pm
The Troll From Studio 54
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#secrets
#vanity
200 reads
30 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 7:06pm
11th Mar 2025 7:06pm
Vile vial
It's an elixer, infused with a curse.
Delivered from the void.
To engulf the universe.
It wants blood, not so much at first.
As ritial demanded.
Dutifully aspersed.
Worthy cost, incant another verse.
For ever eager evoke.
In banishment of worse.
Insober dose, slake overflowing thirst.
Excess is not enough.
Course toxic crave to burst.
Elsewhere, current drift cannot reverse.
Dissolve into ethereal.
Then feel the soul disperse.
Delivered from the void.
To engulf the universe.
It wants blood, not so much at first.
As ritial demanded.
Dutifully aspersed.
Worthy cost, incant another verse.
For ever eager evoke.
In banishment of worse.
Insober dose, slake overflowing thirst.
Excess is not enough.
Course toxic crave to burst.
Elsewhere, current drift cannot reverse.
Dissolve into ethereal.
Then feel the soul disperse.
#depression
#drugs
#loneliness
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