Short Druggie Poems

Pink opiate at breakfast
Two blues at lunch
A tiny green pill at break
Druggie? Just a hunch

Easily addicted
His choices now conflicted
The highs are great, the lows not so bad
He decides to stay addicted, my cousin Chad...

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The “Druggie” Down The Street
By: Miracle Man
4/21/2022

Oft times the thoughts he’d have caused him to fret,
and he’d sit ‘mongst wandering thoughts in deep regret.

But things long since passed he could not change,
so facts of these occurrences he’d always rearrange.

I lectured him on truthfulness and then he’d never later deny,
the response I got was, “I guess some people just like to lie”
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Shoot it in
Shoot it high
In my stream
Or I'll die

Poem drug
Just for me
Shooting up
Constantly

Poem fix
Take me high
A good trip
Paint the sky

Oh, what sweet...
ECSTACY
Taste of real...
FANTASY

All is cool
All is fine
Druggie girl
Likes her rhyme

Powered words
Potent praise
Under tongue
What a daze!

No rehab
Not for me
Got some more?
Yes, it’s free

Overdose?
No, no way
Double hit…
Starts my day

YOU’RE my drug
Can’t you see?
And your name?
Poetry!

Eileen Manassian Ghali...

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She was hilarious, funny, perky.
Thrilling, lively, exciting and quirky.
Inspiring, frisky, and delightful.
Aspiring, whimsical, and insightful.

We all wanted to be her until drugs
Embraced her, and she dropped us for bad thugs.
Angry, despondent, living in gloom.
A grotesque shell of soul-sapping doom.

Repressed, smothered inside a self-imposed cave,
Depressed, dour, she met an early grave.
Elementary friends hugging in horror.
Hoping she’ll find relief on a distant shore....

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