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.
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 9:32am
29th Jun 2020 9:32am
Poetaholicism*
I guess it is my dope
my way to cope
in a most prosaic
world
How to get twirled
just like a top
spinning in the mind
leave it all behind
Higher than a kite
darker than the nite
hiding all my flaws
scratches from my claws
All about my face
in every other place
I have been
I am sin
Craving a little rhyme
just to pass the time
make it go away
if ......
my way to cope
in a most prosaic
world
How to get twirled
just like a top
spinning in the mind
leave it all behind
Higher than a kite
darker than the nite
hiding all my flaws
scratches from my claws
All about my face
in every other place
I have been
I am sin
Craving a little rhyme
just to pass the time
make it go away
if ......
#addiction
38 reads
19 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 2:29am
28th Oct 2024 2:29am
Well of the Bottle
It isn’t in the well of the bottle
It’s when you miss your son’s baseball game
Or are late and absent from your daughter’s big day
They excuse you but they will remember
On a cold night in December they lie awake
Can’t even dream their way away
For when the clock rings it begins again
Bottom of the hour the procession is starting
Can’t find my tie or my keys I’m drunk awake
Get in the car I start screaming riddles
You look at me and say I’m crazy and your right
As the...
It’s when you miss your son’s baseball game
Or are late and absent from your daughter’s big day
They excuse you but they will remember
On a cold night in December they lie awake
Can’t even dream their way away
For when the clock rings it begins again
Bottom of the hour the procession is starting
Can’t find my tie or my keys I’m drunk awake
Get in the car I start screaming riddles
You look at me and say I’m crazy and your right
As the...
#addiction
#despair
#disappointment #regret
#disappointment #regret
121 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 11:36pm
23rd Apr 2025 11:36pm
There are drugs and there are drugs
Hey so I realized that I never wrote a drug poem. I wanted to hit every one of the themes this year. So this is not a poem but here is something.
A while back me and some friends decided that we are going to have a house party and have a good time.
Everyone was designated to bring something. I brought a couple of bottles of liquor and some chips. ( no I did not do any dip. I was not designated to bring that.)
We had everything. Food, drinks, music, and whatnot.
Let me explain what Whatnot is before weed was legal. We had that. ...
A while back me and some friends decided that we are going to have a house party and have a good time.
Everyone was designated to bring something. I brought a couple of bottles of liquor and some chips. ( no I did not do any dip. I was not designated to bring that.)
We had everything. Food, drinks, music, and whatnot.
Let me explain what Whatnot is before weed was legal. We had that. ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
135 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2022 3:55am
23rd Apr 2022 3:55am
Friday, 10:55pm
Hardly enough time
To write anything that could be called
“poetry”
but the evening was well spent
After a solid week of
inexplicable tears, frustration,
crises of faith,
self-diagnosis with any number of
mental disorders and neurodivergences…
It was surely time to enjoy
the finer points of losing my mind,
aided by impulsive over-consumption,
tipsy and giggling,
squelching the urge to heckle the movie
that others were watching so soberly,
enjoying this absurd buzz of normalcy
when my brain feels...
To write anything that could be called
“poetry”
but the evening was well spent
After a solid week of
inexplicable tears, frustration,
crises of faith,
self-diagnosis with any number of
mental disorders and neurodivergences…
It was surely time to enjoy
the finer points of losing my mind,
aided by impulsive over-consumption,
tipsy and giggling,
squelching the urge to heckle the movie
that others were watching so soberly,
enjoying this absurd buzz of normalcy
when my brain feels...
#shadows
#MentalHealth
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2022
509 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
20th May 2022 00:30am
20th May 2022 00:30am
Drink my blood... Again...
You are my red-hot vein, pierced through and through,
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
Subduing me in your voluptuous sins
You are the ban of the great bloody bunch,
You are my impudent and violent exciting fear
You are a drug running through closed veins,
You are the line beyond which I fall up
And in flight, I will wear wings with you,
And over the abyss I will soar like a bat
You tied my thoughts, stole my flesh,
Drank the blood, you give an unthinkable high
And managed to inject me into a storm with silence,
Begins to break my heart without a dose ...
#marijuana
#vampires
#addiction
833 reads
28 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2020 5:04am
28th May 2020 5:04am
Too Much Fun, Too Little Love
You can destroy your today
worrying about tomorrow'
-Janis Joplin
'When I sing, I don't think,
and when I sleep, I don't dream.
I am always awake, feeling everything.
Life is short, no time to dream,
but when I'm wide awake, I scream
and my soul hangs out
like the beatnik soul of everything...'
'I wanted a true friend,
it came and went and so did
the gigantic love in the crowd of eyes,
but the rush never dies,
only I do in receiving it. ...
worrying about tomorrow'
-Janis Joplin
'When I sing, I don't think,
and when I sleep, I don't dream.
I am always awake, feeling everything.
Life is short, no time to dream,
but when I'm wide awake, I scream
and my soul hangs out
like the beatnik soul of everything...'
'I wanted a true friend,
it came and went and so did
the gigantic love in the crowd of eyes,
but the rush never dies,
only I do in receiving it. ...
#music
#drugs
649 reads
12 Comments
thoughtsdie
Poem Published
16th Apr 2024 6:46pm
16th Apr 2024 6:46pm
Savor Death
Trashcans overflow with unfulfilled desire
The scent of sips drowned
How many times could I shatter
Show you every time you’d rather
Death has been grieved in advance
No sips will be cried later
You die more everyday
Decaying in new shapes
I wait for that fateful day
Slurs twist and turn
Broken words churn
Break, use, batter, savor
You’ve always been good at that
The scent of sips drowned
How many times could I shatter
Show you every time you’d rather
Death has been grieved in advance
No sips will be cried later
You die more everyday
Decaying in new shapes
I wait for that fateful day
Slurs twist and turn
Broken words churn
Break, use, batter, savor
You’ve always been good at that
#alcohol
221 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
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
395 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 11:18pm
5th Jan 2023 11:18pm
Your Uber is Here
To make extra money I signed up to be an Uber driver
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
So I took my car to get detailed and waxed
Later that night I would pick up my first customer
And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking
I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row
There were a lot of folks up and down the street
The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max
But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make
So I parked...
#dogs
#drugs
#funny
465 reads
14 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
30th Oct 2018 9:33pm
30th Oct 2018 9:33pm
Up For Air
Life, my life, in general,
rippled daze and blurriness;
a view I’d experienced
more times than I’ll admit.
Life becomes surreal,
without form or feel,
while prone or kneel'd,
drowning in a vat,
a wooden sake 酒 vessel
of addiction to. . .
escape.
After a couple of times,
times one-hundred,
when dehydration
sledge hammers me
back
to a sober reality,
I’m up for air;
my head just above
the liquid line of
my self destruction.
And though in pain,
life appears clearer.
...
rippled daze and blurriness;
a view I’d experienced
more times than I’ll admit.
Life becomes surreal,
without form or feel,
while prone or kneel'd,
drowning in a vat,
a wooden sake 酒 vessel
of addiction to. . .
escape.
After a couple of times,
times one-hundred,
when dehydration
sledge hammers me
back
to a sober reality,
I’m up for air;
my head just above
the liquid line of
my self destruction.
And though in pain,
life appears clearer.
...
#addiction
#SelfDiscovery
#apathy
668 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 3:39am
7th Apr 2024 3:39am
Taken to the Stump
Pale moonlit flame
chicken on the wind
lights in the distance
now behind
flushed from the bush
to shushing heights
into the eye of the storm
through a stomach for details...
he crept from a solemn
white midnight
tune of phrases
seldom used:
"Itch the soul.
Scratch the brain."
a life of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of beginning...
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was
the rope-a-dope of croaking & the...
chicken on the wind
lights in the distance
now behind
flushed from the bush
to shushing heights
into the eye of the storm
through a stomach for details...
he crept from a solemn
white midnight
tune of phrases
seldom used:
"Itch the soul.
Scratch the brain."
a life of lines
cut to the dumb numb
dull in luxury
of beginning...
necessity, now,
for ending:
It was
the rope-a-dope of croaking & the...
#drugs
#culture
#FreeVerse
215 reads
0 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
19th Jul 2013 4:54am
19th Jul 2013 4:54am
X Marks the Spot
I ask her
what she needs
and she tells me:
She wants to be
loved and accepted,
treasured
but not put
on a pedestal,
understood
but not condescended to,
pleasured
but not abused
to death,
given to but not taken from,
joined but not ripped off,
licked and stirred,
kissed and fondled,
cuddled not coddled,
respected not blamed,
esteemed not given sarcasm,
turned on not turned out,
elevated and supported,
not manipulated or man-handled,
inspired and given intimacy,
freed to be whole...
what she needs
and she tells me:
She wants to be
loved and accepted,
treasured
but not put
on a pedestal,
understood
but not condescended to,
pleasured
but not abused
to death,
given to but not taken from,
joined but not ripped off,
licked and stirred,
kissed and fondled,
cuddled not coddled,
respected not blamed,
esteemed not given sarcasm,
turned on not turned out,
elevated and supported,
not manipulated or man-handled,
inspired and given intimacy,
freed to be whole...
890 reads
12 Comments
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