Drugs Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems written by Top Critiquers
I was trying to give up alcohol knowing full well that was bullshit
It wasn't the alcohol that was the problem
It was when and how much
I think I figured it out
Widow Jane took me back in her loving arms ....
It was when and how much
I think I figured it out
Widow Jane took me back in her loving arms ....
#identity
421 reads
12 Comments
Screaming

#hate
#grief
#dark
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0 Comments
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
225 reads
7 Comments
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I tried to hide my colorful addiction
In the comfort of my brownstone
My silent obsession lay bare in front of me, craving the color of the newest rendition
Rocking in my bed, leg twitching, waiting for the crack of dawn
Willing the need for the hunger to be gone
Metamorphosing from a sleepy head
Once I rose from my Queen Size bed
A full blown sultry diva to welcome the calling of the birds’ morning song
Panting in...
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I tried to hide my colorful addiction
In the comfort of my brownstone
My silent obsession lay bare in front of me, craving the color of the newest rendition
Rocking in my bed, leg twitching, waiting for the crack of dawn
Willing the need for the hunger to be gone
Metamorphosing from a sleepy head
Once I rose from my Queen Size bed
A full blown sultry diva to welcome the calling of the birds’ morning song
Panting in...
#parody
#satirical
#vanity
1086 reads
14 Comments
THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SAVE YOU IS YOU
The words that have yet been spoken,
the things I need to say
to voice what's within my heart,
I just can't find a way.
I've fought with my emotions,
I've held them deep inside.
I didn't want to face what for so long
you've tried to hide.
I've been lost within the dark
for so long I've seen no light.
Holding on to the memory
of a time when things were right.
I've looked upon your face
and seen the sadness in your eyes,
the battle of addiction
you no longer can disguise.
I've...
the things I need to say
to voice what's within my heart,
I just can't find a way.
I've fought with my emotions,
I've held them deep inside.
I didn't want to face what for so long
you've tried to hide.
I've been lost within the dark
for so long I've seen no light.
Holding on to the memory
of a time when things were right.
I've looked upon your face
and seen the sadness in your eyes,
the battle of addiction
you no longer can disguise.
I've...
#love
#strength
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#bittersweet
483 reads
5 Comments
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
#drugs
#marijuana
#SelfDiscovery
971 reads
23 Comments
Brother's Keeper
Youngest of three brothers
I'm stuck being his
Oldest Brother Keeper
Makes you feel like shit
Because your oldest brother
Likes the creature called
Hard Liquor which causes
Him to do crazy things like
engaging in sexual congress
With an 18 year old girl
Which is very creepy
Because she has Daddy Issues
I'm stuck being his
Oldest Brother Keeper
Makes you feel like shit
Because your oldest brother
Likes the creature called
Hard Liquor which causes
Him to do crazy things like
engaging in sexual congress
With an 18 year old girl
Which is very creepy
Because she has Daddy Issues
#brother
#erotic
#alcohol
#dirty
#crush
561 reads
5 Comments
From Nature Into The Book
If you can't change your own habits, how can you change peoples'.
if you want to know how people feel, try hard to stay in their places and situation, then if you can, try to feel.
i can give you solution to your questions, which will fade away as soon as you walk away; " Go look for the answer ".....
Poetry is " lyrics " of the music of your feelings,so, know how to play your heart strings, they might sound dissonant if you fake them..
To be insolent is to give negative answers to positive questions and statements ...
if you want to know how people feel, try hard to stay in their places and situation, then if you can, try to feel.
i can give you solution to your questions, which will fade away as soon as you walk away; " Go look for the answer ".....
Poetry is " lyrics " of the music of your feelings,so, know how to play your heart strings, they might sound dissonant if you fake them..
To be insolent is to give negative answers to positive questions and statements ...
#happiness
#forgiveness
#motivational
#gratitude
#emotions
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4 Comments
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
261 reads
14 Comments
Desolated Adolescence
Oh how scarce a thing it has become;
That conflation of happiness and youth.
Whole eras of innocence are now spent numb,
Or worse, uneducated and uncouth!
How rare a thing is an unspoiled hide,
Or a character of honor and esteem
Where melancholy spirits are denied
From spoiling an unparalleled dream,
And the cheeks are not soaked in cliché tears
To punctuate the banal excuses
From every childhood of nightmare fears
Based on episodes of obscene abuses
Ever etching hearts into endless ache...
Confronted with forbearance...at...
That conflation of happiness and youth.
Whole eras of innocence are now spent numb,
Or worse, uneducated and uncouth!
How rare a thing is an unspoiled hide,
Or a character of honor and esteem
Where melancholy spirits are denied
From spoiling an unparalleled dream,
And the cheeks are not soaked in cliché tears
To punctuate the banal excuses
From every childhood of nightmare fears
Based on episodes of obscene abuses
Ever etching hearts into endless ache...
Confronted with forbearance...at...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
176 reads
2 Comments
I Can Make You Feel Good
You like that dont you
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off everything and get...
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off everything and get...
#drugs
435 reads
4 Comments
Abracadabra
In my fiddle-faddle mind of a broken heart
there were moonbeams at the window once
and stars in Boston rocker chairs
as lights went out with fleeting wings
blowing out life's candle and then you were gone
with the potpourri incense of eternal love
but memories and shadows still sit at my window
in twilight dusk of sifted flowers, rising,
as I whisper, 'abracadabra'
there were moonbeams at the window once
and stars in Boston rocker chairs
as lights went out with fleeting wings
blowing out life's candle and then you were gone
with the potpourri incense of eternal love
but memories and shadows still sit at my window
in twilight dusk of sifted flowers, rising,
as I whisper, 'abracadabra'
#FeelingLost
423 reads
DU Poetry : Drug, Alcohol and Addiction Poems by Top Critiquers