Poems About Drugs Seeking Friendly Advice
#drugs
Poems about drugs seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 8:16am
29th Apr 2025 8:16am
smoking with your ghost
I don't have a date and time
to pin your memory to
so I'll make one up
a different day every year
I'll have a joint for you
pretend the tears
are just smoke in my eyes
and not the rebreaking
of vital organs
that beat an erratic goodbye
whenever I think of you
I'm all out of safe places
and as much as these
visions of you hurt
I cling to the memory
of your transient safety
For just a moment
we were suspended
out of space
out of time
two wayward souls ...
to pin your memory to
so I'll make one up
a different day every year
I'll have a joint for you
pretend the tears
are just smoke in my eyes
and not the rebreaking
of vital organs
that beat an erratic goodbye
whenever I think of you
I'm all out of safe places
and as much as these
visions of you hurt
I cling to the memory
of your transient safety
For just a moment
we were suspended
out of space
out of time
two wayward souls ...
#drugs
#friendship
#grief #marijuana
#grief #marijuana
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Veraceouz
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 4:29am
28th Apr 2025 4:29am
Slow Burn
Let me take a puff of your mind. So I can feel you inside of me, in my bloodstream where you reclined. My five senses are going crazy. Your skin is like a cigar. I wanna lick and bust you down the middle. Transfer your consciousness like an avatar. Within me where our souls jiggle. I’ma chain smoker like your love was nicotine. I'm addicted to you and I can't quit. I'm a fiend and I don't wanna get clean. Whenever I'm sober I'll lose it. Because without you in my life I can't function. So I need you like a drug to keep me high. Without you in my life, I'll malfunction. Like a baby without its...
#drugs
#love
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JusTim_
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 1:33am
10th Apr 2025 1:33am
addiction
the chills never saw the summer heat
not that we would ever meet
I'm a little sick inside
and don't even know what to say
it's my participle was dangling
all over your jagged verse
I liked you
the way you cursed
when you came
I'll never be the same
worse, better
apart, together
spreading chapters in unheld inhibition
and every conceivable position
I crave for you
my drug
my drug
it's better
cause I'm a little sick inside
not that we would ever meet
I'm a little sick inside
and don't even know what to say
it's my participle was dangling
all over your jagged verse
I liked you
the way you cursed
when you came
I'll never be the same
worse, better
apart, together
spreading chapters in unheld inhibition
and every conceivable position
I crave for you
my drug
my drug
it's better
cause I'm a little sick inside
#addiction
#drugs
#lover
114 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 10:30pm
18th Feb 2025 10:30pm
here we go again
You use ideas as weapons
try and make me a villain
in your story
where I'm not
and never have been
the bad guy
You act like boundaries
is a dirty word
when you just want a life
without consequences
I understand that your
flight or flight response
is to turn me into a bitch
so you can be the martyr
but no one is looking
to burn you at the stake
and turning your trauma on me
won't heal the wounds
within either of us
I won't break myself
so you can kill...
try and make me a villain
in your story
where I'm not
and never have been
the bad guy
You act like boundaries
is a dirty word
when you just want a life
without consequences
I understand that your
flight or flight response
is to turn me into a bitch
so you can be the martyr
but no one is looking
to burn you at the stake
and turning your trauma on me
won't heal the wounds
within either of us
I won't break myself
so you can kill...
#addiction
#despair
#DomesticViolence #drugs
#DomesticViolence #drugs
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6 Comments
PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 5:51am
18th Feb 2025 5:51am
Writing a Poem on an Ambien Cloud
Thought I'd write a poem
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
On a wave of Ambien foam
On a wave, right now, coherent
And untrustworthy
Unstable
Like answering
my Drunk Mother's call,
something I would never do
When my brains is functionally queued
or writing texts
of loving gestures
to a man
that I have no care for
Maybe I love him
But he smells like cigarettes
and failure
Slide my phone under my bed
because I'll write words I'll dread
in the morning.
Tho I sleep on a pillow of air
My thoughts...
#clouds
#drugs
#nightmares #sleep
#nightmares #sleep
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
16th Feb 2025 2:32am
War with myself
I face my fears everyday
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
Creeping through crevices
Of my sacred guarded tower
Subduing me like a hypnotist
Appearing from the dark
With their forbidden enticements
I try looking away
So not to fall for their enchantments
Sneaking inside, they secretly surround
Tempting and twisting my thoughts
Into thinking that
They were everything I sought
I try to run, but there is no escape
I try to scream, but there is no help
Such is my fate
When I'm at war with myself
#addiction
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#drugs
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2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Prisoner
Swallowed by shadows
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
#addiction
#alcohol
#depression
#drugs
#temptation
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:30pm
9th Jan 2025 11:30pm
Reverence
I built a temple in my chest,
A sacred place for you to rest.
Your name is stitched beneath my ribs,
A whispered vow, a life to give.
I am the altar, you the flame,
Devotion bound in endless pain.
And every breath becomes your prayer,
A hollow hymn left hanging there.
You write your scripture in my veins,
A litany of sweet remains.
Each word you speak, a curse I crave,
A holy wound, a shallow grave.
I begged for light, you gave me night,
And still, I bathe in your delight.
Consume me—
Take my flesh...
A sacred place for you to rest.
Your name is stitched beneath my ribs,
A whispered vow, a life to give.
I am the altar, you the flame,
Devotion bound in endless pain.
And every breath becomes your prayer,
A hollow hymn left hanging there.
You write your scripture in my veins,
A litany of sweet remains.
Each word you speak, a curse I crave,
A holy wound, a shallow grave.
I begged for light, you gave me night,
And still, I bathe in your delight.
Consume me—
Take my flesh...
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
#passion
#temptation
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1 Comment
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
4th Jan 2025 2:49am
Methamphetamine
Needles were never meant to pierce your skin.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
My dear, you are not a doll.
Those needles can't sew you back together again.
#addiction
#dark
#drugs
#grief
#SelfHarm
260 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
15th Dec 2024 00:34am
a lucid haze
My bedsheets smell of
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
lavender and indica
silk pillowcase a cushioned ocean
for my restless mind
that floats through the dark
unseeing and unsleeping
I'm nowhere in particular
if I wait for the dawn I might see it
#depression
#drugs
#insomnia #marijuana
#insomnia #marijuana
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12 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:05am
10th Dec 2024 3:05am
Loss
Loss of youth
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#drugs
#emptiness
209 reads
5 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 5:27am
18th Nov 2024 5:27am
I Was 18 and Stoned, Okay?
What do the stars mean?
Absolute realization of one's aliveness.
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.
But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her
with ecstasy, not obstacles?
Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern
A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity
...
Absolute realization of one's aliveness.
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.
But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her
with ecstasy, not obstacles?
Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern
A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity
...
#college
#drugs
#mountains
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Drugs Seeking Friendly Advice
