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.
rickthepoetwarrior
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:29am
Yesterday 4:29am
A Woman's PMS Pictograph Poem
She loves her husband
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
He drinks, he's depressed, confused
He's hurting himself
She's enabling him
She draws and doodles
Love!
Square box with curly-ques inside
Stylized Love LOVE!!
PMS PMS PMS PMS PMS in shadow box
Box, then box with crosshairs
Love, Love, scratched out, scribbled over
Bunny picture
Bigger bunny picture
Fill big square with with little loopedey loops
Big checkerboard square
Small checkerboard square
Let's go home
I'm tired
#addiction
#depression
31 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
29th Nov 2024 3:24pm
Wraith
I'll be home for Christmas
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
Sitting all by myself
Alone and self forsaken
Refusing anyone's help
Too many mistakes
That I've made
Too many memories
I've lost along the way
Surrounded by empty bottles
Knowing it's too late
Wondering how I can still love
Something I've grown to hate
If I could turn back time
I would've taken a different road
Wish i could've seen
How things would unfold
To turn my back on everything
That I've ever held so dear
Just to wallow in self pity ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#despair
#shame
50 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 12:50pm
28th Nov 2024 12:50pm
Journal Entry - In Search of My Soul
Is this the rest of my life? A dark numbness punctuated by moments of pleasure. There's something about sharing my bed with another that fills the void inside me, if only for a short time. The laughter, the warmth, the sheer vitality of their living, breathing bodies is medicine for my spirit.
I crave touch, connection. To feel another's skin against mine, to breathe in a man's scent, to exist in the same space and share our souls! In those moments, I can almost forget the gnawing emptiness that haunts me when I'm alone. It’s the closest to contentment I’ve known.
But...
I crave touch, connection. To feel another's skin against mine, to breathe in a man's scent, to exist in the same space and share our souls! In those moments, I can almost forget the gnawing emptiness that haunts me when I'm alone. It’s the closest to contentment I’ve known.
But...
#addiction
#sex
#spiritual
131 reads
6 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 6:43pm
26th Nov 2024 6:43pm
Unwanted: Dead or Alive (Part1)
Lost for identity forfeit to alias
When pleasures are self induced traumas
Implicated by a digital fingerprint
Placed at the site of the cyber crime
Stained by the residue of a memory
Wearing paths in the neurological landscape
The wanderlust of turbulent terrain
On the fast track to a mental hell
I just want to derail
Sniff out the body count to follow the trail
I speak to cope with suffering
Making art of the bleeding
Like a mosaic in the massacre of the ways that I fail
When I am a blind man that fakes like I’m seeing ...
When pleasures are self induced traumas
Implicated by a digital fingerprint
Placed at the site of the cyber crime
Stained by the residue of a memory
Wearing paths in the neurological landscape
The wanderlust of turbulent terrain
On the fast track to a mental hell
I just want to derail
Sniff out the body count to follow the trail
I speak to cope with suffering
Making art of the bleeding
Like a mosaic in the massacre of the ways that I fail
When I am a blind man that fakes like I’m seeing ...
#addiction
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#porn
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
0 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:24am
26th Nov 2024 5:24am
Really You Are Nothing
Fill another grave with what still flails.
Forced hands finding dirt under the nails.
Soflty sob to help drown out the wails.
Found dead after the execution fails.
Giving what need only go to waste.
Attribution seemingly missplaced.
Meaning again defined as erased.
Departed live on hauntingly unfaced.
This worlds insanitys not up to measure.
Misguided by pursuit of empty treasure.
As I knowingly lie to myself at leisure.
Self destructing to elicit pleasure.
Normals feeling miserable alone.
Pick down to my now...
Forced hands finding dirt under the nails.
Soflty sob to help drown out the wails.
Found dead after the execution fails.
Giving what need only go to waste.
Attribution seemingly missplaced.
Meaning again defined as erased.
Departed live on hauntingly unfaced.
This worlds insanitys not up to measure.
Misguided by pursuit of empty treasure.
As I knowingly lie to myself at leisure.
Self destructing to elicit pleasure.
Normals feeling miserable alone.
Pick down to my now...
#addiction
#depression
#TruthOfLife
59 reads
2 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:39am
26th Nov 2024 2:39am
He had the last laugh
Bradley lived more life
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#loneliness
#rejection
63 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
23rd Nov 2024 11:30am
Flying High
She has a problem
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
She worships drugs
She has a boyfriend who is a dealer & user
She just recently gave birth to a baby girl
They live in this crack house that you wouldn't send your worst enemy to live in
Filth, roaches, fleas, violence, and death are in the air daily
They had no food or clean water
Always had money though for the hard stuff
Her baby was suffering with medical issues
She couldn't take care of herself, how was she caring for a newborn
One drug induced night, she believed she was the messiah and her boyfriend was a demon in...
#abuse
#addiction
#birth
#death
#drugs
93 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
21st Nov 2024 10:46am
What Happened To You?
What happened to your body
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
You used to be so good looking
It looks like a storm ripped through your eyes
Like you were rung out to dry
Pasty, dry skin
Sagging, paint peeling
What?
No shit
Crystal Meth?
That shit tore you up
You look like you've been fucked by the Army, Navy and the Lower East Side
Damn!
You use to be so fine
I used to love you
I loved the old you
The old you that wasn't an addict
The old you that wasn't beat up by men
By me talking to you right now, I can see the old you
When your eyes...
#addiction
#drugs
#love
#TruthOfLife
#women
64 reads
6 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
20th Nov 2024 1:46pm
The Seamstress
We used to make potions
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
#addiction
#dark
#family
#heroin
#sister
118 reads
5 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 6:52am
16th Nov 2024 6:52am
Live positive
Live moments in positivity
Discard negative
Just did something
Gave away the key
To prosperity
If I sit and stew
And bake a monster of anger
Doesn’t help those i love
Think a circuit is undone
In my cerebellum
Scream at the tv when they don’t
Do what i say to comfort
And fatten the wallet
I cant just beat me
To pay for my sins
So I’m starting something new
Turn a lemon to victory
in my mind I’m aware i watch me
I’m living in positivity
Not down won’t...
Discard negative
Just did something
Gave away the key
To prosperity
If I sit and stew
And bake a monster of anger
Doesn’t help those i love
Think a circuit is undone
In my cerebellum
Scream at the tv when they don’t
Do what i say to comfort
And fatten the wallet
I cant just beat me
To pay for my sins
So I’m starting something new
Turn a lemon to victory
in my mind I’m aware i watch me
I’m living in positivity
Not down won’t...
#addiction
#grief
#money #sports
#money #sports
46 reads
0 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:39am
14th Nov 2024 5:39am
Future Ben
Oh, I’m gonna pay for it tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
#addiction
#alcohol
#emptiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
74 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 11:19am
13th Nov 2024 11:19am
Wet, Drunk & Miserable
He went to the bar
got into a fight
drank lots of Yeg
was up half the night
He was so wasted
he could hardly talk
barely made it to the bed
kept stumbling, couldn't walk
Fell right asleep
out like a light
along came the dream
of mountains and streams
It was so peaceful or so it seemed
the sound of dripping awakened him
he could smell the stench of human pee
He could feel the warmth between his legs
he pissed his pants and it seeped all over the bed
he jumped and ran...
got into a fight
drank lots of Yeg
was up half the night
He was so wasted
he could hardly talk
barely made it to the bed
kept stumbling, couldn't walk
Fell right asleep
out like a light
along came the dream
of mountains and streams
It was so peaceful or so it seemed
the sound of dripping awakened him
he could smell the stench of human pee
He could feel the warmth between his legs
he pissed his pants and it seeped all over the bed
he jumped and ran...
#addiction
#alcohol
#funny #rhyming
#funny #rhyming
55 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Addiction
