Poems about Addiction
#addiction
Poetry about addiction to drugs or alcohol, and the effects of addiction on friends, family and relationships. Here you'll find poems tackling addiction to a range of behaviours and substances including smoking, drinking, prescription drugs and recreational drugs.
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:35am
Yesterday 6:35am
Belief
Belief was a dream
I lost it all
Last night
Stood by and watched
As it all
Withered and died
I don't even believe myself
I'm not giving in
I'm giving up
Tired of living a lie
Sick of my life
I've had enough
Used to see the light
Now everything
Is cold and grey
Used to feel free
Now I have
Nothing to say
I wished for dreams
That forever turned
Into nightmares
Changing me into
A saddened joke
And pitiful liar
So take my...
I lost it all
Last night
Stood by and watched
As it all
Withered and died
I don't even believe myself
I'm not giving in
I'm giving up
Tired of living a lie
Sick of my life
I've had enough
Used to see the light
Now everything
Is cold and grey
Used to feel free
Now I have
Nothing to say
I wished for dreams
That forever turned
Into nightmares
Changing me into
A saddened joke
And pitiful liar
So take my...
#addiction
#alcohol
#disappointment
#frustration
#temptation
34 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
18th Jan 2025 10:12pm
get off my sourdough
Narcissistic imbecile nullifying
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
Novocain needle manipulating masses
with swollen cerebellum of embroidered ego
and terminal testicles awash in tequila
a turd today a rigor tomorrow where limboed
souls congregate awaiting fate in a cold morgue...
"stop messing with my sourdough"
#addiction
#corruption
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#zombies
61 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 5:39pm
18th Jan 2025 5:39pm
words from the down side
for a junkie
no high is ever
high enough
not the sky
not outer space
not passing by heaven
and handing God a tissue
to wipe a tear from his eye
for what a junkie does to life
a junkies brain consists
of poisonous spiders
crawling over electrified
barbwire
it goes on day after
self murderous day
addiction shows no respect
to the body,
...
no high is ever
high enough
not the sky
not outer space
not passing by heaven
and handing God a tissue
to wipe a tear from his eye
for what a junkie does to life
a junkies brain consists
of poisonous spiders
crawling over electrified
barbwire
it goes on day after
self murderous day
addiction shows no respect
to the body,
...
#addiction
51 reads
10 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 10:03pm
16th Jan 2025 10:03pm
Apologies K2 and R0
One skinny bitch two, three and then four
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking...
Why not a cola with rum roo?
Im just having fun
Oh what a delight
K2 and R0 buying each coctail i drink
Two shots of fireball, one more bottle of beer
My train time is moving closer i fear.
Good thing my man brought me more booze
A liter of beer and a little bit of liquor
How much more could she drink?
Its 6:30 AM my mom's got work
By the time she gets to the pisser,
the door is locked
"How much longer you fucking...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#death
#despair
47 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 9:00pm
16th Jan 2025 9:00pm
100 Days
100 Days
It’s been 100 days
Feel I’m slipping out of the haze
Eyes no longer carry the red glaze
Like I’ve been born on Mars
It’s been 100 days
I’m starting to mend my ways
I no longer gaze
At the black part of my soul
It’s been 100 days
I’m feeling firmer in my veins
I’m no longer ashamed
To be living in my skin
It’s been 100 days
No longer feel out of place
Think I can break out of the chains
To walk among the living
But it’s only been 100 days
Takes a lot more to...
It’s been 100 days
Feel I’m slipping out of the haze
Eyes no longer carry the red glaze
Like I’ve been born on Mars
It’s been 100 days
I’m starting to mend my ways
I no longer gaze
At the black part of my soul
It’s been 100 days
I’m feeling firmer in my veins
I’m no longer ashamed
To be living in my skin
It’s been 100 days
No longer feel out of place
Think I can break out of the chains
To walk among the living
But it’s only been 100 days
Takes a lot more to...
#addiction
#alcohol
#LifeChangingMoment #redemption
#LifeChangingMoment #redemption
33 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 11:38am
16th Jan 2025 11:38am
Legalize Patience & Understanding
You probably see what the photographer photographed
A variety of liquor bottles ready for purchase and consumption
I sorta see that too
Many see this image and think of people partying, having a good time,
getting drunk and maybe fucking their lover or some total stranger,
alcohol has that effect
Many people use it to relax after a hard days work or school
Some may see alcohol as a crutch, a friend,
something they can turn to when life gets to heavy or complex
Millions rely on alcohol to wash away their memories, their tragedies, ...
A variety of liquor bottles ready for purchase and consumption
I sorta see that too
Many see this image and think of people partying, having a good time,
getting drunk and maybe fucking their lover or some total stranger,
alcohol has that effect
Many people use it to relax after a hard days work or school
Some may see alcohol as a crutch, a friend,
something they can turn to when life gets to heavy or complex
Millions rely on alcohol to wash away their memories, their tragedies, ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#motivational
#nonfiction
#support
52 reads
6 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Bumped 15th Jan 2025 1:40am
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. She has forgotten her house key in her locker at school.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
Jamie...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
105 reads
4 Comments
MamiB
Mamii
Mamii
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
13th Jan 2025 7:20am
Raw Versions of Me
I guess underneath it all, I’m something like a monster
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
I’m still exploring. Still experimenting. Still getting to know, Me.
I say monster, politely.
Like a prismatic fuzzball waiting for the light to shine in its dusty corner, hoping to be discovered and cleansed from its impurities,
I grow every time a door creaks or the wind seeps.
And as mush as I don’t belong, the guilty pleasure burns hot , pestering for a chance to release submerged feelings.
But in the mean time, I’ll filter the air, faintly grasping at any and...
#addiction
#aging
#MentalHealth #motherhood
#MentalHealth #motherhood
70 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
memories are an imprecise form of time travel
#addiction
#hope
#LifeStruggles #memories
#LifeStruggles #memories
37 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
59 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
12th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Prisoner
Swallowed by shadows
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
Crawling blindly
Looking for help
Regrets remain
Clear in my brain
Remember myself
And miss myself
Before enslavement
Buried my testament
Is this how it ends?
Howling humiliation
Strangles hope
Vices victorious
Over a beaten soul
God help me
Yours truly,
Poisoned prisoner
#addiction
#alcohol
#depression
#drugs
#temptation
68 reads
0 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:33am
10th Jan 2025 4:33am
Even after death?
Will you still love me when my flesh rots away,
when decay claims my form and worms start to play?
Will you cherish my remains like what i once was,
and still love me eternally?
Will you hold me close despite the decay?
Despite the putrid stench that won't go away?
Will you cling to me despite the bugs on display?
And still love me eternally?
Will you stay as my flesh dissolves away?
Or will you turn away?
Give up, and run away?
. . . . . . .
...
when decay claims my form and worms start to play?
Will you cherish my remains like what i once was,
and still love me eternally?
Will you hold me close despite the decay?
Despite the putrid stench that won't go away?
Will you cling to me despite the bugs on display?
And still love me eternally?
Will you stay as my flesh dissolves away?
Or will you turn away?
Give up, and run away?
. . . . . . .
...
#addiction
#dark
#death #obsession
#death #obsession
94 reads
7 Comments
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