Poems about Drugs
#drugs
Poetry about drug use, abuse and addiction. Poems here cover a broad spectrum of drug poems, from recreational drug use to serious drug addiction. This is poetry about all different types of drugs, including smoking, alcohol, painkillers and prescription medication, and illegal drugs.
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Went Into The Bedroom And Found Clare
Matthew came over
and saw Brian run into
the close bathroom to throw up.
While that was going
on, Matthew went into the
bedroom and found Clare asleep.
He discovered that
she was also naked and
next to a bag of mushrooms.
That made Matthew call
some friends to help him get her
to a local rehab place.
and saw Brian run into
the close bathroom to throw up.
While that was going
on, Matthew went into the
bedroom and found Clare asleep.
He discovered that
she was also naked and
next to a bag of mushrooms.
That made Matthew call
some friends to help him get her
to a local rehab place.
#drugs
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#sex
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James Gang
Life in lockdown, no different for me,
I lived it all wild, and I lived it all free.
Posters on the windows, "No mask, no serve!"
"Don’t enter bare-faced. You’ve got some nerve!"
But out I’d go in, lanyard 'round my neck,
Snap a selfie, give a cheeky peck,
To Instagram with vids, “Mr Exempt”
Mockin' the masks felt so contempt.
Me and Snooper, down the leprechaun’s lane,
Mobility car, she weren’t the same,
Up to L-Town, we’d head for a score,
Boxes o’ weed, rip-offs galore.
Drive down Pembz, drop...
I lived it all wild, and I lived it all free.
Posters on the windows, "No mask, no serve!"
"Don’t enter bare-faced. You’ve got some nerve!"
But out I’d go in, lanyard 'round my neck,
Snap a selfie, give a cheeky peck,
To Instagram with vids, “Mr Exempt”
Mockin' the masks felt so contempt.
Me and Snooper, down the leprechaun’s lane,
Mobility car, she weren’t the same,
Up to L-Town, we’d head for a score,
Boxes o’ weed, rip-offs galore.
Drive down Pembz, drop...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs
#marijuana
#temptation
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Dealer
Soul survivor a rebel a rider, you can call me that. Bullets whiz by my head, pistols pointed to my back.
A street entrepreneur my corner is a open market. Yo right here I got it all dope weed and crack.
Watching my life go by as I am counting stacks. I live on borrowed time, yet with my last breath or with my lost of freedom I will pay it back.
But I can't take my cash with me when I am stretched out in the back, of that black Cadillac.
I just don't deal drugs I deal facts, the streets is the biggest pimp in the game I call it the Mack.
Rain sleet or shine...
A street entrepreneur my corner is a open market. Yo right here I got it all dope weed and crack.
Watching my life go by as I am counting stacks. I live on borrowed time, yet with my last breath or with my lost of freedom I will pay it back.
But I can't take my cash with me when I am stretched out in the back, of that black Cadillac.
I just don't deal drugs I deal facts, the streets is the biggest pimp in the game I call it the Mack.
Rain sleet or shine...
#drugs
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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
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Affixed with fire— with Adagio
Faded quips of the wanton liar
Swelling lines affixed with fire
Gone to ashes of cooling char
From a distance spreading far
Bated breath, alas to be
Until he sipped catastrophe
You splayed the spool of tethers line
And made the fool drink poisoned wine
From the flesh of tainted brine
As the dark permits decline
Under, at last, the tailors spell
Distressed and cruel; a lot like hell
Tasting the silent Methamphetamine
Of the dark's mescaline
Swelling lines affixed with fire
Gone to ashes of cooling char
From a distance spreading far
Bated breath, alas to be
Until he sipped catastrophe
You splayed the spool of tethers line
And made the fool drink poisoned wine
From the flesh of tainted brine
As the dark permits decline
Under, at last, the tailors spell
Distressed and cruel; a lot like hell
Tasting the silent Methamphetamine
Of the dark's mescaline
#dark
#drugs
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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
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“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
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Sedative
You think you have the answer
You say that you've seen the light
You've seen the seven wonders,
morning, noon & night
Pulsing, flashing, spiritual sounds
Make you doubt your sanity
You think about making music,
twisted & out of key
You say you have traced your roots
Under the secrets of your mind
How can you be happy,
when it's you you can't find
You say that you've seen the light
You've seen the seven wonders,
morning, noon & night
Pulsing, flashing, spiritual sounds
Make you doubt your sanity
You think about making music,
twisted & out of key
You say you have traced your roots
Under the secrets of your mind
How can you be happy,
when it's you you can't find
#drugs
#identity
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
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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
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Cycle
She’ll take you for a ride
and when she’s done with you
she’ll rip out all your pride
make you wish you weren’t alive
make you listen to the lies
and then you’ll realize
it’s just a waste of life
-Will you make it to the end
or will you start over again?
Will you be able to mend
or repeat this cycle again?- (Chorus)
Does she leave you breathless
do you feel defenseless
every time you distress
over what is regressed
does she make you suffer
by pulling you down further
does she make...
and when she’s done with you
she’ll rip out all your pride
make you wish you weren’t alive
make you listen to the lies
and then you’ll realize
it’s just a waste of life
-Will you make it to the end
or will you start over again?
Will you be able to mend
or repeat this cycle again?- (Chorus)
Does she leave you breathless
do you feel defenseless
every time you distress
over what is regressed
does she make you suffer
by pulling you down further
does she make...
#drugs
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics #PersonalGrowth
#lyrics #PersonalGrowth
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Toxic
She starts her day out just the same as any other
She hasn't heard a single word from her brother
In ages
She'd like to think her life won't sink to the bottom
She tells herself she needs no help with her problems
Outrageous
-She takes the pain and shoves it down
She swears that she won't let it out
Now all alone she starts to drown
In her own spiritual drought
And everyone around
Can see she's lost her crown
As she helplessly falls to the ground
She's become toxic now- (chorus)
She pops her pills now just to...
She hasn't heard a single word from her brother
In ages
She'd like to think her life won't sink to the bottom
She tells herself she needs no help with her problems
Outrageous
-She takes the pain and shoves it down
She swears that she won't let it out
Now all alone she starts to drown
In her own spiritual drought
And everyone around
Can see she's lost her crown
As she helplessly falls to the ground
She's become toxic now- (chorus)
She pops her pills now just to...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #lyrics
#drugs #lyrics
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Love on the point of a needle
It’s like love on the tip of a needle
I look at you you are gone you drift away
Firming up your arm look for a vein I can connect to
I connect to you you drift away from me
It’s like looking for love on a point of a needle
We dream and string out long it’s ephemeral
How come you can’t treat me like I’m love in a needle
We connect and it’s like I’m in a carnival
But after a few minutes I can’t speak
Looking for love on the point of a needle
I look at you you are gone you drift away
Firming up your arm look for a vein I can connect to
I connect to you you drift away from me
It’s like looking for love on a point of a needle
We dream and string out long it’s ephemeral
How come you can’t treat me like I’m love in a needle
We connect and it’s like I’m in a carnival
But after a few minutes I can’t speak
Looking for love on the point of a needle
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin #temptation
#heroin #temptation
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DU Poetry : Poems about Drugs