Drug Abuse Poems

Poems by Teens about Drug Abuse

Of all age categories that abuse drugs, the teen population is definitely the highest. Older people may use drugs on a recreational basis, but teens approach drugs with the same intensity and desperation with which they approach everything else. Many teens have a sense that they are immortal and that nothing that they do will have a lasting effect. Unfortunately, much to their chagrin, many find themselves struggling with addiction their whole lives.

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Poem About Smoking Pot
  • By Emily F
  • Published: February 2014
Escape

The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs...

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  • Rating 4.41
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I can relate to every word written. Drug misuse/addiction is very complex and to anyone outside of it will never truly understand how people think, feel, behave when they are gripped by the...

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Heroin Poem
  • By Emma
  • Published: September 2011
30 Inch Gauge

How were the shrooms? The Beer? The LSD?
I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
I can show you how to steal and lie.
Trust me, it's all you need to get by....

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  • Rating 4.40
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My Dad, Christopher Hernandez has suffered from drugs since he was 14. He did his first line of meth a week after his 14th birthday, to be exact. He became an addict over the years and put my...

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Pills And Violence

Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
holding my blade tight....

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  • Rating 4.39
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I'm sitting here about to cry reading this. I can relate to this so much being that I went through the same thing 2 years ago. I was really depressed and I would drink a lot. I had just got...

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  • By Kayla Saunders
  • Published: August 2008
My Escape

I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It's starting to make me feel good
Just like it should...

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I'm starting to become a piece of my pipe, when I light the tip and I start to hit, I become the brownness and the white, the fire hits the smoke comes out how did I get here and how do I get...

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  • By Shayne Smith
  • Published: June 2009
My Parents

I'm lucky that I have the parents that I do,
you would be lucky if you had them too.
They don't have a lot of money because they spend too much on me,
they can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee. ...

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  • Rating 4.38
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My (almost 18) year old daughter read this yesterday and cried. She was a sophomore at an elite public school and made the varsity cheer squad. Junior year she started on her down hill and...

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Mom Chose Drugs
  • By Sabrina Felix
  • Published: May 2011
All We Can Do Is Wait

You were never really there,
And when you came around, all people did was stare,
You chose drugs over us,
At least you loved yourself, that's a plus....

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  • Rating 4.38
Poem By A Recovering Addict
  • By Amy Brunson
  • Published: February 2009
Crystal

Crystal was once my friend
She was always there for me
Whenever I was in need
She helped me through my ups and downs...

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  • Rating 4.36
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Wow, that touched my heart. My mom is a drug addict and she and I used to be best friends with Crystal. I never thought I'd do it, because of my mom doing it. but then I found myself doing...

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Poison

As the glass meets my lips
As the sweet smoke fills my lungs
I can feel my self losing grip, begin to slip
The world fades to gray, as my mind begins to sway....

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  • Rating 4.32
  • By Jess
  • Published: March 2011
With Darkness Come Death

How could family be so cruel?
How could I have been so naive & such a fool?
My sister had frozen off my money for years,
When I found out it reduced me to tears,...

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  • Votes 121
  • Rating 4.32
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I lost my older brother to drug abuse when I was 10 and he was the only family I had. My parents died in a car crash when I was 3 but now I'm 15 and I'm a foster child. Can I ask have you...

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Regret Past With Drugs
  • By Cammy
  • Published: December 2007
I Did It Too

You only know what you learn
I was so young and had no where to turn
Growing up I said I wouldn't do that to my kid
I repeated the cycle and I did...

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I'm a 28 year old mother of 2 wonderful children and I'm currently struggling with a Meth addiction. I also come from parents that still struggle with addiction. I lived with my aunt as a...

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