Poems About Drugs Published by Members Recently Online
#drugs
Poems about drugs published by members recently online.
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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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
72 reads
0 Comments
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
72 reads
0 Comments
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
72 reads
0 Comments
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
259 reads
6 Comments
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
259 reads
6 Comments
Pill
Bloodshot eyes stare wildly
Just looking for a reason
Chemicals come on mildly
Within the mystic season
Watching stars drift slowly
I cast my gaze inward
Walking amongst the lowly
My skin feels awkward
Panic races through fear
Walking across the wire
Muted sound going clear
As my pulse spikes higher
Crash off the fucking cliff
Connection has went offline
All my limbs growing stiff
On prescriptions I dine
For whatever makes us ill
They’ll invent another pill
Just looking for a reason
Chemicals come on mildly
Within the mystic season
Watching stars drift slowly
I cast my gaze inward
Walking amongst the lowly
My skin feels awkward
Panic races through fear
Walking across the wire
Muted sound going clear
As my pulse spikes higher
Crash off the fucking cliff
Connection has went offline
All my limbs growing stiff
On prescriptions I dine
For whatever makes us ill
They’ll invent another pill
#drugs
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14 Comments
Bluff
It is how nature hedges
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
#loneliness
#nature
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
8 Comments
Bluff
It is how nature hedges
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
#loneliness
#nature
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
8 Comments
Bluff
It is how nature hedges
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
#loneliness
#nature
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
8 Comments
Bluff
It is how nature hedges
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
#loneliness
#nature
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
8 Comments
Bluff
It is how nature hedges
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
her many bets
hides all her regrets
upon these rounded cliffs
Stowing them way up high
where she can safely try
to finally tend
each and every wound
Yet feeling so marooned
by the dizzying heights
the ritualist rights
canonized by solitude
While savoring quietude
the bold roar of silence
its stifled violence
louder than any scream
Within some poet's dream
as she jots down each word
right before it is heard
before they call her...
#loneliness
#nature
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Drugs Published by Members Recently Online