Drugs Poems by Top Critiquers
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Poetry about drug use and addiction (alcohol, medication and recreational drugs)
Poems written by Top Critiquers
highlyfunctional
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 6:18pm
9th Aug 2019 6:18pm
Hopelessly Old School
And so as Manbun explained over my shoulder that “they’re getting carried away with the hops” and that he just didn’t care for beers that were too hoppy and his girl confirmed his beliefs by calling whatever they were talking about a “beermosa,” I sank my bourbon and silently tapped the rim of the glass—a secret message to the bartender that I’d like another and that I’m hopelessly old-school.
#alcohol
135 reads
32 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
175 reads
2 Comments
LostGirl18
Poem Published
11th Mar 2017 3:01am
11th Mar 2017 3:01am
Her Tragedy: in Haiku
Submission meant for 'You're Always In My Heart' competition.
Little girl in love.
Never wanting to sit still;
thought other men gross.
Huddled together.
Trench coats in dark alleyways.
One too many pokes.
Poison in her veins.
A final kiss goodbye is
just a lie she told.
A camera clicks.
Beautiful her pain may be -
it hurts to look close.
Wilhelmina star:
Gia Marie Carangi -
left to die alone.
G I A
1960 - 1986
Little girl in love.
Never wanting to sit still;
thought other men gross.
Huddled together.
Trench coats in dark alleyways.
One too many pokes.
Poison in her veins.
A final kiss goodbye is
just a lie she told.
A camera clicks.
Beautiful her pain may be -
it hurts to look close.
Wilhelmina star:
Gia Marie Carangi -
left to die alone.
G I A
1960 - 1986
475 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th May 2019 8:53pm
11th May 2019 8:53pm
Moving The Kilos
#dark
#drugs
167 reads
0 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
66 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 1:02am
22nd Jul 2019 1:02am
real-time
I'm not happy with a side of nightmares
I lie at night not facing my feelings
down a couple sleeping pills
saying bye to them...we'll talk later
I've hidden in fantasy
my emotions are out for blood
they stalk me in Dreamtime
I'm wanted for crimes committed against my conscious
my gentle heart weeps inconsolably
the chemical makeup of my brain is in mutiny
all synapses are misfiring
causing a rift between body and soul
I don't know how to reconcile the two
I feel hopeless
my mind...
I lie at night not facing my feelings
down a couple sleeping pills
saying bye to them...we'll talk later
I've hidden in fantasy
my emotions are out for blood
they stalk me in Dreamtime
I'm wanted for crimes committed against my conscious
my gentle heart weeps inconsolably
the chemical makeup of my brain is in mutiny
all synapses are misfiring
causing a rift between body and soul
I don't know how to reconcile the two
I feel hopeless
my mind...
#love
#drugs
#addiction
109 reads
13 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
27th Feb 2019 12:39pm
27th Feb 2019 12:39pm
Ear Bud
I used to find wisdom in a rolling paper
aware of my breath
wandering outside
the subtleties of sound,
a phantom track
extremely panned
left to right
drawn from the mix
remastered?
but the source recording
is the same
I've had all these years
but an undetected magic
is revealed
in the scrutiny
of something familiar
revisited
and missed.
aware of my breath
wandering outside
the subtleties of sound,
a phantom track
extremely panned
left to right
drawn from the mix
remastered?
but the source recording
is the same
I've had all these years
but an undetected magic
is revealed
in the scrutiny
of something familiar
revisited
and missed.
#music
#marijuana
#memories
109 reads
4 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Feb 2017 11:36am
19th Feb 2017 11:36am
Be My Guest
Addiction
is an escape into a fictional world
and a rather easy getaway at that
though the hard irony is
that such make-believe realities
are the most difficult situations
to extract oneself from
A bystander with a crowbar
pulling you from an auto wreck
out in the middle of Nowhere
seems a more likely outcome
when too engrossed to mark chapter's end
lay the book aside for now on the coffee table
resume daily life with all of its heartbreaks
but just as your fogged brain is clearing
the...
is an escape into a fictional world
and a rather easy getaway at that
though the hard irony is
that such make-believe realities
are the most difficult situations
to extract oneself from
A bystander with a crowbar
pulling you from an auto wreck
out in the middle of Nowhere
seems a more likely outcome
when too engrossed to mark chapter's end
lay the book aside for now on the coffee table
resume daily life with all of its heartbreaks
but just as your fogged brain is clearing
the...
#StephenKing
460 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Aug 2018 1:21pm
24th Aug 2018 1:21pm
Dreaming in Wild Turkey 101
Second night in a row visiting with 101
Still think it's the best damn bourbon out there
The amazing burn and glow as it coats my lips
I've learned to drink it slow and savor the 101 aura
I've drank many bourbon
Some very expensive
I keep coming back to 101 though
Iconic in nature
A perfect blend of bourbon and rye
You dream wild after drinking 101
Drink too much and you could do crazy things
Sip it slow and easy
Life will be good
Still think it's the best damn bourbon out there
The amazing burn and glow as it coats my lips
I've learned to drink it slow and savor the 101 aura
I've drank many bourbon
Some very expensive
I keep coming back to 101 though
Iconic in nature
A perfect blend of bourbon and rye
You dream wild after drinking 101
Drink too much and you could do crazy things
Sip it slow and easy
Life will be good
#alcohol
159 reads
16 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
7th Mar 2019 2:12pm
7th Mar 2019 2:12pm
next time...let's just not...
I've gotta tell ya
never
and I mean never
get me drunk
it's not pretty
I'm not sure it's really worth it
this usually quiet gal gets unusually aggressive
I'm mouthing off to food
sassing my drink
clinging to the table cuz my world is unstable
and my reasoning is shot
I don't know what the hell possessed me to pick up a pen
like a word of this is gonna make any kinda sense
he tells me
(never mind who
cuz that's nobody’s business)
he says leave the heavy lifting to him
but damn if these fools don't think it's...
never
and I mean never
get me drunk
it's not pretty
I'm not sure it's really worth it
this usually quiet gal gets unusually aggressive
I'm mouthing off to food
sassing my drink
clinging to the table cuz my world is unstable
and my reasoning is shot
I don't know what the hell possessed me to pick up a pen
like a word of this is gonna make any kinda sense
he tells me
(never mind who
cuz that's nobody’s business)
he says leave the heavy lifting to him
but damn if these fools don't think it's...
#friendship
#alcohol
#funny #confessional
#funny #confessional
113 reads
12 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
30th May 2018 11:52pm
30th May 2018 11:52pm
Obfuscation
Grinning gargoyles ornament
the doorway to my soul...
Past deceptions melt away
into the offering bowl...
A trip is what you make of it
a part... perhaps a whole...
Remember that my constancy
extends from Pole to Pole.
the doorway to my soul...
Past deceptions melt away
into the offering bowl...
A trip is what you make of it
a part... perhaps a whole...
Remember that my constancy
extends from Pole to Pole.
#identity
#dreams
#drugs
213 reads
10 Comments
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