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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Ride The Horse
Pull The Rein And Ride The Horse,
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
#horse
#drugs
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From the Diary
for Neill
April, 2006
My body is at it again,
ever-demanding like a man,
yet I’ve never felt more like a moon -
the way it folds into the sky,
examining itself before refleshing.
I am so greedy with my body,
too greedy with my light.
I went to the beach at night,
unfurled the sand, the wet grey
unveiling a whiter, dryer earth.
A bony finger wrote: yes, this is me.
My cells, my sickness, semiotic things
telling me what to want.
What coral. What misnomer.
What jellyfish bubbling up
its medusa – a gelatinous bell...
April, 2006
My body is at it again,
ever-demanding like a man,
yet I’ve never felt more like a moon -
the way it folds into the sky,
examining itself before refleshing.
I am so greedy with my body,
too greedy with my light.
I went to the beach at night,
unfurled the sand, the wet grey
unveiling a whiter, dryer earth.
A bony finger wrote: yes, this is me.
My cells, my sickness, semiotic things
telling me what to want.
What coral. What misnomer.
What jellyfish bubbling up
its medusa – a gelatinous bell...
#beach
#drugs
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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Nail Biting
Sing to me of the woman
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
Muse to none
But,
Herself
She kept crystal meth under her
Fingernails, but
Now
She bites them short
To keep those demons away
From everything she
Touches.
#drugs
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Final Detox
I love drugs.
uppers, downers, cherry clowners.
All my friends do it,
Some cuz it makes them think there bad, some cuz if they don't there sad.
Me? I liked drugs first cuz of the buzz.
Then became hooked to the Rebel book.
Rocka, rolla, Naughty kicks.
The big kids version of stealin pick n mix.
then theres that crazy episode.
from terror to bliss i wouldn't be told.
Then depression said hello.
Doctors answer- blue meanies for you.
Valium is just the start.
Zombie drugs, drugs you need, drugs that makes your pride smart.
So drugs, should...
uppers, downers, cherry clowners.
All my friends do it,
Some cuz it makes them think there bad, some cuz if they don't there sad.
Me? I liked drugs first cuz of the buzz.
Then became hooked to the Rebel book.
Rocka, rolla, Naughty kicks.
The big kids version of stealin pick n mix.
then theres that crazy episode.
from terror to bliss i wouldn't be told.
Then depression said hello.
Doctors answer- blue meanies for you.
Valium is just the start.
Zombie drugs, drugs you need, drugs that makes your pride smart.
So drugs, should...
#drugs
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Addiction.
I bet you won't call
You know it's true
You're addicted to drugs
I'm addicted to you
I stay up waiting for your call
Insomnia : sleepless
you will never realize
You are my biggest weakness
You said you would be here an hour ago
It's cold and I'm still waiting
It will never be you
Only the drugs I'll be hating
Happy Anniversary baby!
What? Acid again?
Call me when your trip is over
Maybe we can talk then
I don't like this side of you
Drunk, tripping, chapped, whatever!
It hurts so damn bad
But I will leave you never...
You know it's true
You're addicted to drugs
I'm addicted to you
I stay up waiting for your call
Insomnia : sleepless
you will never realize
You are my biggest weakness
You said you would be here an hour ago
It's cold and I'm still waiting
It will never be you
Only the drugs I'll be hating
Happy Anniversary baby!
What? Acid again?
Call me when your trip is over
Maybe we can talk then
I don't like this side of you
Drunk, tripping, chapped, whatever!
It hurts so damn bad
But I will leave you never...
#sadness
#rejection
#breakup
#drugs
#addiction
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Mystik Dreams
awareness escapes through the bottleneck of apathy
as the surge of these fumes engulf my vortices in tranquility
i let go of my thoughts, cruel images vaporize
liberated through the wisps of air that i breath in and out
buoyancy rises from the ashes of cynicism
so i close my eyes, and surrender to the powers of mysticism
i'm a spirit now that is free to roam, to glide
where the moon goes to wait and rest on sunrise
unicorn droppings sparkle on feathered grass fixed on ice
sprout honey minuscules engulfed in...
as the surge of these fumes engulf my vortices in tranquility
i let go of my thoughts, cruel images vaporize
liberated through the wisps of air that i breath in and out
buoyancy rises from the ashes of cynicism
so i close my eyes, and surrender to the powers of mysticism
i'm a spirit now that is free to roam, to glide
where the moon goes to wait and rest on sunrise
unicorn droppings sparkle on feathered grass fixed on ice
sprout honey minuscules engulfed in...
#drugs
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Observing The Night Life
Your flying over all of our cares
Constantly in the air
Perhaps theres something else there...
...In the insanity, the zenith of human existance
where all the beauty lies, randomness...
Sex.
Us.
War.
Poverty and strife, all of our life
Decadence and disgust
lust for a young lover, to buy a few minutes of her time...
any drug will do just fine...
Rolling over each other laughing,
a good experiance free of any fee
All...
Constantly in the air
Perhaps theres something else there...
...In the insanity, the zenith of human existance
where all the beauty lies, randomness...
Sex.
Us.
War.
Poverty and strife, all of our life
Decadence and disgust
lust for a young lover, to buy a few minutes of her time...
any drug will do just fine...
Rolling over each other laughing,
a good experiance free of any fee
All...
#LifeStruggles
#city
#drugs
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Psychosis Memoirs
love and hate. nothing.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
#drugs
#memories
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Run on Sentences
The drugs drain away reality replacing rational reasoning with a never ending need for more.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
They don't deny me their usual pleasure
as THC laces through my morning air.
A bitter battle of morals blazes through my brain until I resort to simply being happy to be high.
Unless I am mistaken my mother would not approve of my hidden tattoos and addictions and habits and quirks.
But in the end with the question of my sanity aside I am happy and content to live the life of an experimentalist.
#drugs
#SelfReflection
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The man who was living in Dreams
I must commit a silent suicide
to wake me from this sleep...
So I drag my feet to the mirror,
A place I hope can set me free.
As my fingers grasp the sink,
I lower my head and pray for peace,
With a tear of pain in every blink.
But my heart is a gaping hole,
A cavity where regret extinguishes coal.
When memories are lost, and faith is forgotten,
I turn to Drugs to make me whole....
To make me feel...
To make me numb...
To let me know a façade of love...
To try and forget what I remember
To fight for myself as an enslaved contender....
to wake me from this sleep...
So I drag my feet to the mirror,
A place I hope can set me free.
As my fingers grasp the sink,
I lower my head and pray for peace,
With a tear of pain in every blink.
But my heart is a gaping hole,
A cavity where regret extinguishes coal.
When memories are lost, and faith is forgotten,
I turn to Drugs to make me whole....
To make me feel...
To make me numb...
To let me know a façade of love...
To try and forget what I remember
To fight for myself as an enslaved contender....
#drugs
#addiction
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Ghetto love
My baby my boo
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
#boyfriend
#city
#money
#drugs
#addiction
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Higher
High High so high I can see the world, It's fear and angry it's a mess, I'm gonna go higher see if this world fades, Higher to place were no one can see, So high I'll find peace in my highness, So high I'll be unnoticed and unseen, So high no one will touch me but me ..So high all the pain will stay and I'll finally be free, and everyone will let me b ::
#identity
#drugs
#marijuana
#confessional
#addiction
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