Drugs Poems
Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
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John Wayne Brown II
by Randy Johnson
Just one month ago, you were walking around.
But now you're dead and buried in the ground.
So much can change in just the blink of an eye.
You went too soon, forty-eight was too young to die.
Forty years ago in 1979, we became friends.
I wish that your life hadn't come to an end.
On the 3rd day of June, you took your final breath.
You overdosed on drugs and it caused your death.
Because you were a drug user, you didn't survive.
Drugs eventually kill, that's why you're no longer alive.
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Addicts Blood
by Mariah Odom
as a girl i was taught lesson one: love was the only thing that was gonna save me,
as my mom closed every prayer with “please bring a good husband for my baby”
you’ll find your worth in being wanted, dreams mean nothing with no one next to you so first you find a man and the rest will come eventually
lesson 2: no drugs, don’t drink, steer clear of any vices
poor daddy left his apathy, his family, and his sanity all for the high he couldn’t stop chasing
addict’s in your blood no turning back once you’re lost,
plus boys won’t like a druggie, nobody wants a baggage cost
child those little white lines won’t cure your emptiness, you’ll just ride some lifts and lows,
but open arms will make you whole, you’re not depressed you’re just lonely
a good romance will heal your soul
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Rive Vekk Musklene
by Teo Luchin
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
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Drugs
by Helen Brownell
Drugs
Have made you old and me older
Drugs and mental illness
Drugs and mental illness interspersed with accusation, rationalization, retaliation
Arrests, hearings, warrants
Missed opportunities and stagnation
Suicide attempts and hospitalization
I could go on
But it started with drugs
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Rive Vekk Musklene
by Teo Luchin
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
......
Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
......
in front of the toilet
by Sunny Cromwell
We stood in front of the toilet and waited.
You said you couldn't do it anymore.
She would be the perfect woman
But not your home.
Your home is there in the first booth
Your home is doing lines
You stood in front of the toilet and waited
I feel disgusted and
this pseudo-romanticism quite ridiculous.
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inner turmoil
by aditya vats
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
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Drugs.
by Poetry of the Lost <3
The thing that makes people feel alive again.
The thing that ends up killing them.
