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Crystal Meth Poems

Updated on January 14, 2014

Meth Poems

Below you will find poems from Meth Kills about meth and meth addiction. Meth is a very devastating drug and meth addiction should be taken very seriously. Thank you for visiting and please feel free to rate.

A Crystal Meth poem

If my glamorous lifestyle is appealing to you.

And you want to try me because you've nothing to lose.

Then, let me give you a bit of advice. You are a fool.

And you'd better think twice.

I destroy homes. I tear families apart.

I take your children and that's just the start.

I'm more valued than diamonds. More precious than gold.

The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember; I'm easily found.

I live all around you. In school and in town.

I live with the rich. I live with the poor.

I live just down the road. And maybe next door.

I have many names, but there's one you'll know best.

I'm sure you've heard of me. My name's Crystal Meth.

My power is awesome. Try me you'll see.

But if you do, You may never break free.

read the rest... meth poems

My Name Is Meth

My Name Is Meth

My name is meth. I'll led you to death.

You'll lie to your kids, you'll steal from your wife.

My name is meth. I'll end your life.

I will rot your teeth and you'll still get high.

My name is meth. I'll make sure you die.

I'll be your master. You will be my slave.

My name is meth. I'll take you to your grave.

Now that we have met. What shall we do?

My name is meth. It's all up to you.

My Internal Confusion

I escape my problems. I ignore my fears.

I cover my pain. And don't shed tears.

I don't want to face up. To what I already know.

I have SEEN the ending. Of my reality show.

To me this drug's a doorway. A way to run from it all.

If I re-enter to reality. I know that I will fall.

You should be the one to catch me. But it's not you who's there.

This drug is in your place. And you say I'm unfair.

You gave me the Ultimatum. "It's me or this drug".

And you say these words with nothing more. Than a cold, heartless shrug.

You said I have a choice to make. And you want my answer now.

I want to chose, I really do. But I simply don't know how.

I'm so afraid that I am losing. Every single thing I worked for.

I feel as if the one I love is. Pushing me through that door.

When I reached the point of no return. And Even tried to die.

Read the rest My Internal Confusion

Tweaking

Just one more hit.

Hey I thought you quit.

I gave it a try, but I like the meth high.

I don't face reality or try to deal

And I never worry where I will get my next meal.

I have come to accept this is the life for me.

Put me in jail, I don't like being free.

I don't want to see my family, my kids, or my friends.

Is today the day it will finally all end.

I was doing so good, I was doing so great.

I saw my p.o and I wasn't late.

I went to sleep at night and woke up the next day.

I finally got legitimate pay.

I had a girl I could sit with and just talk.

Until into my mind came a clear little rock.

read the rest...Tweaking

Miss. Amphetamine

Once I found a special friend. Who promised to share my ups and downs.

"I'll be here til the end," she said. "I'll always be around." So she took me on an adventure. And then a couple more.

Before she mentioned that if I left her. She would even up the score. But I didn't want this friend of mine. To ever go away. When she was gone I would search for her. All through the night and day.

read the rest...Miss. Amphetamine

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      drkmoney 2 years ago

      FROM WHO PLAYED THE GAME AND LOST

      its 3 in the morning and I still aint been to bed I thought id stay up and get high instead

      Im geeking out the window thru a crack in the curtain think I hear something but im not certain

      There it is again that same kind of sound like someones out there sneaking around

      I wonder who they ar and what could they want is it the thieves of the night or the feds with a warrant

      I think I see one or as many as 3 two in the bushes and one in the tree

      With night visions goggles to see in the dark I had some too but tweaked mine apart

      They can hear every sound with their bionic toys even a whisper or slightest of noise

      Now im in luck cuz here comes the sone ill catch them now while their on the run

      Its bright as sunday dawn but where r the feds where have they gawn

      They faded with the night right in front of.me two in the bushes and one in the tree

      How can they come and me not see them go they either fast or im too slow

      So ill take another bump that's what I need and try to stay ahead of the game they call speed

      White county finest written by OUTLAW

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      cheryl 2 years ago

      It sure is a killer for sure terrible stuff

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      Melissa 2 years ago

      these poems really help me to understand what i am going through with my relationship right now not knowing what to do or who to talk to just wanting him to get better but not for me but for his self. thank you for all these well spoken poems they really opened my eyes to make a decision to stay or leave

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      nicole 2 years ago

      I really like the last poem Cuz it reminds me of myself when I was stuck on meth I was always lying to my kids and taking off its been 2yrs now that I have been clean and sometimes I think about it but remember how bad I was and remind myself that I don't want to be like that person I was before I jux want to say thank u to the person who wrote this poem

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      renee 3 years ago

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      lowster11 3 years ago

      @Netta3: Thanks for posting. I am always telling my kids to learn by "my" mistakes!!

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      Netta3 3 years ago

      Very powerful poems. The first one, I have a copy of one like it, except it replaces meth with oxy contin. Addictions unravel every last thread of life for the ones suffering addiction and their loved ones trying to help and not being able to. Addictions lead to three places: institutionalized in a mental facility, jail, or death. Most people don't understand that after years of being clean, an addict still can be triggered, fall into depressions, and as bad as it can get, an addict always misses the high, the chase, and games of finding the high. I live in a small town in southwest Va where drugs and boredom run plenty. I have two gorgeous daughters, 11 and 8, that I can only hope and pray learn from mistakes of others. Thank you for sharing these.

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      wow ur right hope any1 can read it so they can realiza that ur damn dangeruos

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      You hit that one right on the head. So true. Good job, if only everyone knew. Thank you

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      @anonymous: I'm a struggling addict and i want to say thank-you for having enough heart to apologize. I respect the fact that you took the time to think about people that didn't give u a reason to think twice about. I hope you know its not ur fault if it wasn't you it would be someone else. Dealers do play big role i the dope game but so to us addicts we choose our own way and we all realize that we got lost down the road. Half of us care about turning around the other half don't want to be found. They never turn around cuz they don't want to care were or when the road ends. Don't feel to bad the cooks are the heartless ones. Thanks again stay straight good job

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      @anonymous: You have my forgiveness joe I pray to god my daughter will see the light and come home, joe may your life be filled with much love and peace. God bless you

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      Sounds a lot like what my Dad wrote and I posted online years ago.....

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      Denise M Alvarado 4 years ago from Southwest

      Love your originality in addressing this issue. Blessed by a Squid Angel:)

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      brittany_star 4 years ago

      my father was on meth when i was a little girl.....i remember his sunk in face, blood-shot eyes, ripped skin, and his temper......my mom did meth when she was prego with me......

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      RandySturridge 4 years ago

      Very powerful...One of my best friends uses and still does to this day. He has since left where we lived and moved on to TX where I fear he wil always be in and out of the cycles. He is the most talented person but he feels he cannot perform, or write, or be creative in any way without it. It's really sad and I miss him. I have a poetry lens that is kind of depressing that holds traces of him on there and I am going to put up "Behind Hollow Eyes" which was written for him when he was really spiraling out of control. I hope you check it out.

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      hello, you may not know me but i used to be your friend, but most likely your enemy, i used to be a meth dealer, i had a chemist in my basement cooking it, after i stepped out of the life i never realized how many lives i have destroyed, and people affected, i never been caught, because i had street sellers afraid of me, people you would never expect, a lot were 10-12 yr old kids, fear bred respect that's how i was raised, i never killed anyone, or so i thought, the reason i'm writing this is to apoligize, and give my teatmony, my name is joe, and on june 30th 2012, i gave my life to jesus christ, i was alone in the woods, and tired of my life, and the way i was living it, i had a nickle plated .45 in my hand and i was gonna end my life, i prayed to god for the very first time in my life, asking basically for forgivness, i put the gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger, most people say the gun didn't go off, in similer testamonies, mine was differen't my gun wen't off, but as i squeazed the trigger, and random person saved me and ripped the gun from my hands, it was a christian, the bullet never touched me, i don't think it was a coincidence, i honestly believe god heard my prayer, i made a commitment to myself and god to reach out and say i'm sorry to all the lives i have destroyed, so i ask you can you forgive me, i may not have infected your life, but i was a distributer of meth to the streets, maybe someone will hear my strory and be moved enough to give there life to jesus, because he saves people, he saved my life and everyone in my neighborhood

      thank you joe

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      so sad but so true

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      this has always been my favorite poem, it lightens people's veiws and helps people understand the real power of meth, its deadly and can rip people apart, and don't even start.