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
Phantom2426
Poem Published
16th May 2020 3:42am
16th May 2020 3:42am
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
108 reads
5 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 7:18pm
7th Aug 2019 7:18pm
Reds
Your deep velvety feel
Puce luster shimmering in crystal
Swirling you in my mouth
Feeling the bite on the back of my tongue
One swallow sending cataclysmic shivers down my spine
The warmth deep inside
Replacing sad memories
With hope for new souvenirs
Wing man to my new flirty style
Liquid courage when I had none
Something to hold when there was no one else
Too much, too little
You became too needed
Letting you go was as difficult...
Well, it was hard just the same
Puce luster shimmering in crystal
Swirling you in my mouth
Feeling the bite on the back of my tongue
One swallow sending cataclysmic shivers down my spine
The warmth deep inside
Replacing sad memories
With hope for new souvenirs
Wing man to my new flirty style
Liquid courage when I had none
Something to hold when there was no one else
Too much, too little
You became too needed
Letting you go was as difficult...
Well, it was hard just the same
#alcohol
197 reads
4 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
7th May 2020 1:04am
7th May 2020 1:04am
The Edge
I sat and watched you fight the current
as you were bashed along the jutted rocks,
fighting for your life...
gasping for air...
mind gone adrift...
I was there.
When the pain became too much to bear
and nearly swept you over the edge
as you clung on for dear life,
to that tiny
little
rock
I offered you my hand,
In the utmost care,
but I just couldn’t reach you.
You couldn't see me there.
THAT is when I grasped despair.
as you were bashed along the jutted rocks,
fighting for your life...
gasping for air...
mind gone adrift...
I was there.
When the pain became too much to bear
and nearly swept you over the edge
as you clung on for dear life,
to that tiny
little
rock
I offered you my hand,
In the utmost care,
but I just couldn’t reach you.
You couldn't see me there.
THAT is when I grasped despair.
#hope
#dark
#addiction
#despair
#disappointment
216 reads
20 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Jun 2020 8:26am
26th Jun 2020 8:26am
Prose Fiend
I’m a prose fiend
It’s my dopamine
I inject it with a pencil
With the potential it will give me a high better than any amphetamine
Then my brain reigns supreme
Hiding a larger scheme
The stencil is essential
With a beast mode better than the average if you know what I mean
I’m a poem addict
It’s a vicious habit
I insert it with a pen
When I make the time to do a line and rhyme to redesign my wildest dreams
It’s bulging in my genes
Splitting at the seams
Wanting a good...
It’s my dopamine
I inject it with a pencil
With the potential it will give me a high better than any amphetamine
Then my brain reigns supreme
Hiding a larger scheme
The stencil is essential
With a beast mode better than the average if you know what I mean
I’m a poem addict
It’s a vicious habit
I insert it with a pen
When I make the time to do a line and rhyme to redesign my wildest dreams
It’s bulging in my genes
Splitting at the seams
Wanting a good...
#rhyming
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
28th Oct 2019 7:49pm
A DARK BLACK HOLE
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#nightmares
358 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 11:03pm
15th Apr 2020 11:03pm
the cruel day
the afternoon lingered...
it stretched its long shadow over my soul and feast
it fed on my irritation picking the bones clean
my addiction festered under the boiling sun
and the day smiled at me deliriously
I sought comfort in the faces of others
their grins seemed distorted and false
looking in a funhouse mirror they mocked me
just a phene wound up about to pop
fists to the wall might be the release I needed
but I was loathed to admit my pitiful state even to myself
keep it together I told myself...hold your shit
...
it stretched its long shadow over my soul and feast
it fed on my irritation picking the bones clean
my addiction festered under the boiling sun
and the day smiled at me deliriously
I sought comfort in the faces of others
their grins seemed distorted and false
looking in a funhouse mirror they mocked me
just a phene wound up about to pop
fists to the wall might be the release I needed
but I was loathed to admit my pitiful state even to myself
keep it together I told myself...hold your shit
...
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
136 reads
13 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 7:20am
31st Jan 2020 7:20am
Do~poem~ine
Write a line, keep it neat, count the words, rhyme it sweet. Should I form? Or freely flow? And what to say, though, who will know? If I pour out, cathartic words, I make absurd, and whipped fear stirs. And who's this muse, who writes through me? Sometimes I read, but that's not me. I read it twice and twice again, I use my thumbs, I crave the pen. I write for me, I write for you, you want a hit, a line or two. I'm not quite sure, I write like drugs, I spend too much time, on this fucking site!
#drugs
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
217 reads
12 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01pm
Yesterday 2:01pm
Detox - I'm Sure the Corner Liquor Store Misses Me
It hasn't been that bad
It's not a full out quit
Decided on 4 to 5 days a week sober
I was always ahead of my alcohol purchasing
2 drinks left
Buy another bottle
Not doing that this time
Gonna drink what I have
Money is tighter
Gonna drink the widow now
Was hoarding her sexy ass
I deserve her smoothness
Juxtaposed against my rough persona
She's my muse now
Bourbon bombshell
She always knows how to play me
Turning the tables
Debit card on empty
No fault detox
Sleeping like a old dog should
...
It's not a full out quit
Decided on 4 to 5 days a week sober
I was always ahead of my alcohol purchasing
2 drinks left
Buy another bottle
Not doing that this time
Gonna drink what I have
Money is tighter
Gonna drink the widow now
Was hoarding her sexy ass
I deserve her smoothness
Juxtaposed against my rough persona
She's my muse now
Bourbon bombshell
She always knows how to play me
Turning the tables
Debit card on empty
No fault detox
Sleeping like a old dog should
...
#determination
35 reads
11 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
253 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th May 2019 8:53pm
11th May 2019 8:53pm
Moving The Kilos
#dark
#drugs
275 reads
0 Comments
flowergirl
Poem Published
14th Apr 2015 1:24am
14th Apr 2015 1:24am
Crippled Soul
looking into tears of a crippled soul
not knowing who I look upon this very moment
such sadness in her heart dripping from weary eyes
like an unknown demon darkness haunts
trying to convince herself it's not how it seems
that nothing is lost but seeming not much gained
feeling alone with many voices silenced
when she truly only needed a little luv to bloom
emptiness revealed looking upon her tear streaked face
strength creeps within a near empty bottle
as she seeks an answer from another swig of liquid fake luv
convinced there...
not knowing who I look upon this very moment
such sadness in her heart dripping from weary eyes
like an unknown demon darkness haunts
trying to convince herself it's not how it seems
that nothing is lost but seeming not much gained
feeling alone with many voices silenced
when she truly only needed a little luv to bloom
emptiness revealed looking upon her tear streaked face
strength creeps within a near empty bottle
as she seeks an answer from another swig of liquid fake luv
convinced there...
677 reads
10 Comments
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