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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whiskey, drugs & the incurable romantic
the whiskey
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
funny,
but not pretty to watch
the drugs
made me happy to forget
before i remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop
the women
fucked with me, as I with them
years dancing by
our impossible quests
the search for love everlasting
or...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
funny,
but not pretty to watch
the drugs
made me happy to forget
before i remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop
the women
fucked with me, as I with them
years dancing by
our impossible quests
the search for love everlasting
or...
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
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What the Water Gave Him
Drip of the faucet, steady and hypnotic, surf
of the bathwater creeping over his bloated belly,
rising and ebbing with each breath, his knees
protruding like icebergs, soft dangle
between his legs, safe as in the womb. Paris,
an oscillation, a rolling exhibition, vast
spaceship of a city just outside the walls
of his rented flat. He knows how to be alone,
to get inside the cave of his brain, to shut it all off
like a yogi, water a conduit. He is not well.
Murky screen, a hallucinogenic drive-in: the surface
roils, clouds...
of the bathwater creeping over his bloated belly,
rising and ebbing with each breath, his knees
protruding like icebergs, soft dangle
between his legs, safe as in the womb. Paris,
an oscillation, a rolling exhibition, vast
spaceship of a city just outside the walls
of his rented flat. He knows how to be alone,
to get inside the cave of his brain, to shut it all off
like a yogi, water a conduit. He is not well.
Murky screen, a hallucinogenic drive-in: the surface
roils, clouds...
#death
#drugs
#memorial
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THC
Im running out of excuses to use,
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
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Fifty Two Days
Fifty two days I lasted.
Not many people were sure
how it had happened.
Hell!
I had money,
an easy job
and a lot of free time.
From outside you might think
that they are better things to do
with £400 a week,
but when the only people saying otherwise
are married, or divorced
or depressed or sitting at home
watching prime time television
or still believing in that man upstairs,
-who for the record was put there
by the same people that gave us
banking systems,
and the sickness behind American Presidencies.
It's all...
Not many people were sure
how it had happened.
Hell!
I had money,
an easy job
and a lot of free time.
From outside you might think
that they are better things to do
with £400 a week,
but when the only people saying otherwise
are married, or divorced
or depressed or sitting at home
watching prime time television
or still believing in that man upstairs,
-who for the record was put there
by the same people that gave us
banking systems,
and the sickness behind American Presidencies.
It's all...
#drugs
#freedom
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Substance Abuse
a piece of news
in platitudes
hybrid hyper media
seconded to
a lesser kind of life
a soft intelligence
far from cut up
rearranged
reconstituted
just opaque
shamelessly profane
this is
a lesser kind of
layer cake
more a multilevel glass box
fixed together with
the filaments of yesterday
& the lifeblood
of tomorrow’s dreams.
in platitudes
hybrid hyper media
seconded to
a lesser kind of life
a soft intelligence
far from cut up
rearranged
reconstituted
just opaque
shamelessly profane
this is
a lesser kind of
layer cake
more a multilevel glass box
fixed together with
the filaments of yesterday
& the lifeblood
of tomorrow’s dreams.
#drugs
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DU Poetry : Poems about Drugs