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.
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 2:56am
10th Aug 2024 2:56am
Ground too Deep
The Henchman of caffeine
have taken me hostage
I beg of you, let me go
I am not worthy
I cant take the heart palpations
the jitters
the sleepless nights
maybe these Henchmen
should bring
me a whiskey instead.....
have taken me hostage
I beg of you, let me go
I am not worthy
I cant take the heart palpations
the jitters
the sleepless nights
maybe these Henchmen
should bring
me a whiskey instead.....
#drugs
205 reads
22 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 6:27pm
20th Oct 2024 6:27pm
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
79 reads
5 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:27am
Yesterday 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
32 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
16th Jul 2018 11:42am
Brother from Another Mother
#friendship
#death
#drugs #IMissYou
#drugs #IMissYou
771 reads
TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 5:56pm
23rd Dec 2022 5:56pm
Everyone is Broken
She's been broken.
Sexually abused.
No way to describe how her body's been used.
Look at her dead eyes.
No more tears for her cries.
See her looking down
Eyes to the ground.
No hope for the skies
She's been broken
Everybody's broken
We are all sisters or brothers
We need to look out for one another
If you see someone in need
Don't just watch them bleed
Sometimes all we need
Is a lifeline to be thown
The life you safe might be your own
Cause everybody's broken
He's been...
Sexually abused.
No way to describe how her body's been used.
Look at her dead eyes.
No more tears for her cries.
See her looking down
Eyes to the ground.
No hope for the skies
She's been broken
Everybody's broken
We are all sisters or brothers
We need to look out for one another
If you see someone in need
Don't just watch them bleed
Sometimes all we need
Is a lifeline to be thown
The life you safe might be your own
Cause everybody's broken
He's been...
#abuse
#drugs
#support
374 reads
0 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 10:36pm
19th Oct 2024 10:36pm
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
182 reads
9 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 3:45am
21st Oct 2024 3:45am
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
108 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
4th Oct 2018 1:32am
Hunted By Insanity
They stand everywhere
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
I feel them crawling through my hair
The itching drives me insane
The source of a phantom pain
I think they're always watching me
From their eyes I must be free
The child on the walk?
Does he report back and talk?
Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage
What about that mother and her carriage?
Is there a camera recording my wretched self?
I'm high as the top shelf
These pills are making me see things
I'm conversing with dead...
#drugs
#rhyming
#illness
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
394 reads
0 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
5th Feb 2024 2:56pm
My shots
I wrote one poetry today
I already had my shot.
I already had my shot.
#drugs
#addiction
199 reads
6 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 11:51pm
25th Aug 2020 11:51pm
Bore
Everything is a chore.
Everything is a bore.
Everything is worth nothing at all
And everything is no more.
You want to get high, but not experience the lows.
You want a life where anything goes.
You want the love, but not the pain.
You want a love who promises to stay.
If you get high, then low’s you will find.
If you want love, then you will lose your mind.
If you want to find your own way,
Then you will end up lost and one day fade away.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Everything is a bore.
Everything is worth nothing at all
And everything is no more.
You want to get high, but not experience the lows.
You want a life where anything goes.
You want the love, but not the pain.
You want a love who promises to stay.
If you get high, then low’s you will find.
If you want love, then you will lose your mind.
If you want to find your own way,
Then you will end up lost and one day fade away.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#love
#drugs
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
321 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 9:34pm
12th Nov 2024 9:34pm
I'm a terrible god
When you OD
they'll say it's my fault
if I was just a better person
if I was just a better mother
you wouldn't have turned to drugs
They don't know
that we've talked about this
that you don't don't blame me
for the path your walking
When we break
this joke of a bloodline
won't hold my family together
no love lost on me
when I've always been
the one to blame
for everything
especially the choices of others
they'll say it's my fault
if I was just a better person
if I was just a better mother
you wouldn't have turned to drugs
They don't know
that we've talked about this
that you don't don't blame me
for the path your walking
When we break
this joke of a bloodline
won't hold my family together
no love lost on me
when I've always been
the one to blame
for everything
especially the choices of others
#addiction
#drugs
#family
75 reads
Poetryman
Poem Published
1st Nov 2017 9:09am
1st Nov 2017 9:09am
Recidivism
This crime I repeat against an old man's breathing corpse
Injecting the serum in crystal fragments of bitter sweet pleasure
I cannot resist her temptations as I walk down the isle of despair
Where she sits, awaiting my next relapse exposed in drops of blood
One Touch is all it takes to reveal my weakness has beaten me
and the count has climbed over 400 for the fourth time in five days
The medication is not working or perhaps it was the carrot cake
or maybe it was the pumpkin pie that sent me so frightfully high
Higher than any amphetamine manufactured...
Injecting the serum in crystal fragments of bitter sweet pleasure
I cannot resist her temptations as I walk down the isle of despair
Where she sits, awaiting my next relapse exposed in drops of blood
One Touch is all it takes to reveal my weakness has beaten me
and the count has climbed over 400 for the fourth time in five days
The medication is not working or perhaps it was the carrot cake
or maybe it was the pumpkin pie that sent me so frightfully high
Higher than any amphetamine manufactured...
#drugs
#confessional
#addiction
#SelfReflection
#escape
722 reads
4 Comments
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