Long Poems About Drugs
#drugs
Long poems about drugs. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 7:49pm
1st Mar 2025 7:49pm
All In
Hey, where you drivin’. What’s your plan.
Will you circle round again, try an understand.
Catch a toxic glimpse, a decent chew on fear.
When all the while the maniac’s in rear view mirror.
Yeah, now you see it, ‘first chance,’ and time is up.
So, what yawl binge thinkin’,
fill yer vein-junk cup?
Yeah,
you’re freakin’ tweekin’ now,
you’re all in what to do.
It’s the ‘law, drugs, and money,’
ease on back and think this through.
‘And through!’
You owe, whoa, owe, bad blood
who live to feud, ...
Will you circle round again, try an understand.
Catch a toxic glimpse, a decent chew on fear.
When all the while the maniac’s in rear view mirror.
Yeah, now you see it, ‘first chance,’ and time is up.
So, what yawl binge thinkin’,
fill yer vein-junk cup?
Yeah,
you’re freakin’ tweekin’ now,
you’re all in what to do.
It’s the ‘law, drugs, and money,’
ease on back and think this through.
‘And through!’
You owe, whoa, owe, bad blood
who live to feud, ...
#addiction
#drugs
#grief
#heroin
#music
65 reads
0 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
266 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:30pm
13th Jan 2025 8:30pm
Programmed
I'm as sure as big women barefooted or wearing footies
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
As cutoff jeans in trailer parks and hoods with hoodies
As Ken and Karen leaving home prepared to attack
Yes as blacks in this country having a bullseye on their back
There are kids in this world that have heard words unslurred
No difference psychologically than when crack or meth purred
Can the words be retrieved, fucking needle withdrawn to before the arm bleeds
A father of my father, mother of my mother, may have planted the seeds
Innocence met with violence is the way humanity is...
#abuse
#drugs
#humankind
118 reads
13 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. Papa's girlfriend forgot to leave the door unlocked when she left.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
156 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
To Heaven
#dark
#drugs
#horror
#scary
#sex
137 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:48pm
23rd Oct 2024 10:48pm
why do you only call me when you're high?
The phone rings
and I feel like I'm playing
Russian Roulette with
Jekyll and Hyde
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
I answer
And it's all "hey babe
how you doing
I miss you"
and I can pretend
with total conviction
that this is the real you
that this moment in time
is a slice of reality
untainted
30 minutes in and I wish
I hadn't picked up
the fucking phone
...
and I feel like I'm playing
Russian Roulette with
Jekyll and Hyde
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
I answer
And it's all "hey babe
how you doing
I miss you"
and I can pretend
with total conviction
that this is the real you
that this moment in time
is a slice of reality
untainted
30 minutes in and I wish
I hadn't picked up
the fucking phone
...
#addiction
#depression
#drugs #friendship
#drugs #friendship
189 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
“It A Hit!”
CABONI’S ITALIAN RISTORANTE
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
#city
#drugs
#love
281 reads
4 Comments
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
Lost Boy
Among the shadows where the silence breathes,
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
#addiction
#drugs
#healing
#homelessness
#support
299 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 1:04am
13th Oct 2024 1:04am
Wounded In The Deadly Aftermath
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
The chauffer pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He parked the vehicle, withdrew the key from out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt. He pushed his door open and stepped out. He pushed the door close
Mr. Delaro and three other men were already assisting Tango and Domenico out the limousine.
Two men placed Tango’s arm around their shoulder.
Mr. Delaro and another man, placed Domenico’s arm around their shoulder.
“Hang in there Domenico and stay with me.”
“Fuck!”...
Long Island, New York
The chauffer pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He parked the vehicle, withdrew the key from out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt. He pushed his door open and stepped out. He pushed the door close
Mr. Delaro and three other men were already assisting Tango and Domenico out the limousine.
Two men placed Tango’s arm around their shoulder.
Mr. Delaro and another man, placed Domenico’s arm around their shoulder.
“Hang in there Domenico and stay with me.”
“Fuck!”...
#city
#drugs
206 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 7:54am
12th Oct 2024 7:54am
“Don’t Move”
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
#city
#drugs
179 reads
3 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
9th Oct 2024 9:35am
Plane 2 Spain
Alright, geez, let me give ya the squeez,
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
'Bout James Rocco, who had his fees,
In Hazza West, down at Wacko’s place,
Where the drugs flowed free, it was quite a disgrace.
With cider in hand and the parties ablaze,
The nights were a blur, lost in the haze,
"Oi, Rocco!" they'd shout, "Another round, mate!"
And his liver cried mercy. It wasn’t so great.
GT levels were sky-high at 178,
Yet Rocco would laugh, "It’s me usual state!"
Friends all around, in houses and streets,
Drug use was...
#drugs
#freedom
#marijuana
#passion
#travel
135 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
Stash Snatched
#drugs
#rhyming
#ShortStory
138 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Drugs
