Poems About Drugs by Top Critiquers
#drugs
Poems about drugs by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 1:57am
27th Dec 2020 1:57am
Gangsta Paradise
The Fourth Installment Of My Nun Runner Series
Brought To You By
Another K Production
Brought To You By
Another K Production
#city
#drugs
98 reads
13 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
130 reads
10 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
17th Jun 2020 5:31am
17th Jun 2020 5:31am
Serpent's Work
We get poisoned by
the black mamba
snake to succumb
to his way of evil
by doing his dirty
work like killing
drug dealers who
sell their shit
to innocent kids
because kids our the future
the black mamba
snake to succumb
to his way of evil
by doing his dirty
work like killing
drug dealers who
sell their shit
to innocent kids
because kids our the future
#dark
#children
#evil
#drugs
#dirty
119 reads
3 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 4:32am
21st Jan 2019 4:32am
Cheese Sticks and Antidepressants
Get happy with cheese sticks
If that doesn't work
Diet pills and prozac babe
Yin Yang mofo
If that doesn't work
Diet pills and prozac babe
Yin Yang mofo
#drugs
240 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 11:03pm
15th Apr 2020 11:03pm
the cruel day
the afternoon lingered...
it stretched its long shadow over my soul and feast
it fed on my irritation picking the bones clean
my addiction festered under the boiling sun
and the day smiled at me deliriously
I sought comfort in the faces of others
their grins seemed distorted and false
looking in a funhouse mirror they mocked me
just a phene wound up about to pop
fists to the wall might be the release I needed
but I was loathed to admit my pitiful state even to myself
keep it together I told myself...hold your shit
...
it stretched its long shadow over my soul and feast
it fed on my irritation picking the bones clean
my addiction festered under the boiling sun
and the day smiled at me deliriously
I sought comfort in the faces of others
their grins seemed distorted and false
looking in a funhouse mirror they mocked me
just a phene wound up about to pop
fists to the wall might be the release I needed
but I was loathed to admit my pitiful state even to myself
keep it together I told myself...hold your shit
...
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
240 reads
13 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 9:44pm
8th Feb 2019 9:44pm
ODE TO BLUE DEVIL AD
#men
#sex
#drugs #rhyming
#drugs #rhyming
320 reads
9 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:22pm
Yesterday 1:22pm
A word on collecting
He once said
our spare room
looked like
a bazaar
as he weaved through
stained glass lamps,
occult oddities
and herbs.
I've collected burn marks,
cigarettes, orgasms,
bruises
I've collected good scotch
trip stories, nicknames
and muses
and it's easy enough
to be a collector to prove
you exist—
all that's left
are guitars and
crystals
I don't think he knows
how lucky he is.
our spare room
looked like
a bazaar
as he weaved through
stained glass lamps,
occult oddities
and herbs.
I've collected burn marks,
cigarettes, orgasms,
bruises
I've collected good scotch
trip stories, nicknames
and muses
and it's easy enough
to be a collector to prove
you exist—
all that's left
are guitars and
crystals
I don't think he knows
how lucky he is.
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
#drugs
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
36 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 11:46pm
1st Nov 2020 11:46pm
BeBoperalusion Blues Dream for Chas.Parker Centenary (1920)
Bird's centenary,
b.1920 (Kansas City), d.1955 (New York City)
Alto saxophone's great proponent- the standard for the rest
of us who ever tried to play that thing.
Didn't live here long. (Not on earth much longer than my dear daughter, Leah at
her alcoholic death.)
SaXophone-God, narcotics, alcohol, chaotic life, death (at close to) 35 years.
"Bird Lives" scratched on
public toilet walls all over ...
b.1920 (Kansas City), d.1955 (New York City)
Alto saxophone's great proponent- the standard for the rest
of us who ever tried to play that thing.
Didn't live here long. (Not on earth much longer than my dear daughter, Leah at
her alcoholic death.)
SaXophone-God, narcotics, alcohol, chaotic life, death (at close to) 35 years.
"Bird Lives" scratched on
public toilet walls all over ...
#death
#music
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
63 reads
4 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 1:22am
13th Jan 2021 1:22am
On Love and Drugs
Love is a two-ton fickle
elephant, stepped on and stepped over, our blind
eyes lacking all of the things we should find useful.
Drugs are something else. They
covet our attention: whisper and caress.
While you numb
out of existence in a cloud
of billowing brain cells, I choose
to eat my spiritual experiences.
Why are we like this?
elephant, stepped on and stepped over, our blind
eyes lacking all of the things we should find useful.
Drugs are something else. They
covet our attention: whisper and caress.
While you numb
out of existence in a cloud
of billowing brain cells, I choose
to eat my spiritual experiences.
Why are we like this?
#love
#drugs
63 reads
18 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 12:16pm
7th Jan 2020 12:16pm
[ Stephen King inspired ] Ignition Keys
Exploit
God given talents for
fortune and fame
fanning the flame
as fanned based
brand name
recognition grows
out of control
into something
you can't tame
---not without
more substances
highly flammable:
drugs
alcohol
taking their toll
when all you really wanted
was to live life your way
not theirs
Who cares? Who cares?
No one seems to
as you use, use, use
and the exploitation continues...
God given talents for
fortune and fame
fanning the flame
as fanned based
brand name
recognition grows
out of control
into something
you can't tame
---not without
more substances
highly flammable:
drugs
alcohol
taking their toll
when all you really wanted
was to live life your way
not theirs
Who cares? Who cares?
No one seems to
as you use, use, use
and the exploitation continues...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction #StephenKing
#addiction #StephenKing
263 reads
25 Comments
Ronethone
Kieron
Kieron
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 9:41pm
7th Jan 2021 9:41pm
Love, Drugs And A Catatonic State Of Affairs
We're living in a world of love
As we love to hate everything
In these dark seasons of snuff and politics
The slow way to die and I still feel sixteen
But my body's grown old in these cold winters
Broken rhymes and murder lines
That's what it feels like to be human
Dancing in the ash of cremation
And you know I don't want this at all
I'm that high there's an ocean in the sky
A figment of my imagination
As we all dream a lie like a dream
The concept of what makes happiness
Cheap sex cascading on emotional freedom ...
As we love to hate everything
In these dark seasons of snuff and politics
The slow way to die and I still feel sixteen
But my body's grown old in these cold winters
Broken rhymes and murder lines
That's what it feels like to be human
Dancing in the ash of cremation
And you know I don't want this at all
I'm that high there's an ocean in the sky
A figment of my imagination
As we all dream a lie like a dream
The concept of what makes happiness
Cheap sex cascading on emotional freedom ...
#drugs
55 reads
4 Comments
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