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.
Speed Journey
Down at the Café of Expresso
I could feel my toes--
Like a Billy Goat with split hooves--
The short-haired girl began to move
I was attracted to her chest
Her hairy armpits drove me insane
She kept using her devices on me
She wanted to put her tongue in my mouth
And of legal age...
Watching the Christmas tree lights
I recall it being spring or summer
And college back packs left near the door
Someone smoked pot in the restroom
And it smelled good
I opened my vitamin bottle
Filled with "Speed Tablets"
Some kind of...
I could feel my toes--
Like a Billy Goat with split hooves--
The short-haired girl began to move
I was attracted to her chest
Her hairy armpits drove me insane
She kept using her devices on me
She wanted to put her tongue in my mouth
And of legal age...
Watching the Christmas tree lights
I recall it being spring or summer
And college back packs left near the door
Someone smoked pot in the restroom
And it smelled good
I opened my vitamin bottle
Filled with "Speed Tablets"
Some kind of...
#drugs
#addiction
#temptation
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Darkness
I walk in eternal dusk
A faint light reveals hope
Just beyond my reach
There's a lingering thought
Of complete and utter darkness
Reaching out to consume me...
At any moment
A faint light reveals hope
Just beyond my reach
There's a lingering thought
Of complete and utter darkness
Reaching out to consume me...
At any moment
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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I love you... It's a f**ked up dream
I love you cocaine but
It's a fucked up dream
find me lost somewhere else
between death and living clean
psilocybin cocaine
what a fucked up dream
for an escape that's temporary
I trade off money and self esteem
they claim it's hellish selfish
and no good for your health
watching the sane turn manic
would have most losing their mind
making snow castles
going snow blind
hope this path is similar to andy's
finding paradise after doing my time
By Tom Robertson
It's a fucked up dream
find me lost somewhere else
between death and living clean
psilocybin cocaine
what a fucked up dream
for an escape that's temporary
I trade off money and self esteem
they claim it's hellish selfish
and no good for your health
watching the sane turn manic
would have most losing their mind
making snow castles
going snow blind
hope this path is similar to andy's
finding paradise after doing my time
By Tom Robertson
#drugs
#addiction
#redemption
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Melee Utopia Redux
Trying to do something with
my life besides what they
had for me
now that’s not easy for
a bum to do
slathering Oil of
Olay all over your
face and Brylcreem in
your hair like they
couldn’t see the
dissipation in
your eyes
walking around like a
languid skeleton because
I needed adjustments that
I just wasn’t going to get
you see the few brave
people in this world and
you wonder if it’s all
really just an
algorithm
there are things done in
darkness that...
my life besides what they
had for me
now that’s not easy for
a bum to do
slathering Oil of
Olay all over your
face and Brylcreem in
your hair like they
couldn’t see the
dissipation in
your eyes
walking around like a
languid skeleton because
I needed adjustments that
I just wasn’t going to get
you see the few brave
people in this world and
you wonder if it’s all
really just an
algorithm
there are things done in
darkness that...
#courage
#conflict
#addiction
#vanity
#heroic
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True love
Spent my whole life
Trying to hide
Trying to fit in
With an invisible disguise
But you loved me for who I was
You never wanted more
Helped me escape inside
And close the door
Who knew a bottle
Could make me feel right
You poured yourself into me
Night after night
You loved me for who I was
You never wanted more
Helped me escape inside
And close the door
Trying to hide
Trying to fit in
With an invisible disguise
But you loved me for who I was
You never wanted more
Helped me escape inside
And close the door
Who knew a bottle
Could make me feel right
You poured yourself into me
Night after night
You loved me for who I was
You never wanted more
Helped me escape inside
And close the door
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#addiction
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Pulled Apart
At least God's mercy is better than that of these monsters..." - Bram Stoker
Hushed sorrowful prayers
Placed on the wings of a
Graceful black survivor
A pet crow guided by hell
Love letters from hell
Ripping into my mind
Leaving jagged deep slices
Blood and gore leaking into present moments
Hushed sorrowful prayers
Whispered by personal demons
A spoken soundtrack to
Twisted terrifying nightmares
Love letters from hell
Sickened and tattered by the
Poisoned words and trauma filled...
Hushed sorrowful prayers
Placed on the wings of a
Graceful black survivor
A pet crow guided by hell
Love letters from hell
Ripping into my mind
Leaving jagged deep slices
Blood and gore leaking into present moments
Hushed sorrowful prayers
Whispered by personal demons
A spoken soundtrack to
Twisted terrifying nightmares
Love letters from hell
Sickened and tattered by the
Poisoned words and trauma filled...
#depression
#addiction
#hell #suffering
#hell #suffering
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Hotdogs and battery acid
Man,
fuck,
hotdogs and battery acid
you should never just ass out
in a glass house
full of dads couch
stains from that beer
and those happy or sad tissues he keeps piled near the ashtray in the front
I might score a blunt
but most likely i’ll break
that glass dick,
that glass pipe,
he takes hits,
there's no good nights,
only them waves, beat in insights, beaten in spite,
keep that shit in,
let school see nice,
bent broke 3 times,
buried, but never been right,
so it seems wrong to just...
fuck,
hotdogs and battery acid
you should never just ass out
in a glass house
full of dads couch
stains from that beer
and those happy or sad tissues he keeps piled near the ashtray in the front
I might score a blunt
but most likely i’ll break
that glass dick,
that glass pipe,
he takes hits,
there's no good nights,
only them waves, beat in insights, beaten in spite,
keep that shit in,
let school see nice,
bent broke 3 times,
buried, but never been right,
so it seems wrong to just...
#addiction
#revenge
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Here we go again
Bring on the hurt
I've thrown myself
Back in the dirt
Given into my sins
Opened that bottle
And killed it again
Speaking of killing...
How about myself
I guess I'm just sick
Of crying out for help
Drown myself
Drown my sorrows
Wake up again
Do it tomorrow
Pour another one
Drink from the cup
Do it again
Till I don't wake up
I've thrown myself
Back in the dirt
Given into my sins
Opened that bottle
And killed it again
Speaking of killing...
How about myself
I guess I'm just sick
Of crying out for help
Drown myself
Drown my sorrows
Wake up again
Do it tomorrow
Pour another one
Drink from the cup
Do it again
Till I don't wake up
#anxiety
#depression
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
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Addiction.
Ups & Downs.
Always telling lies.
Mood swings left and right.
Dozing off in front of my eyes.
Mama, I don’t mean to be rude
But are you even trying.
I mean.
It’s been a long time.
I’ve given you time,
To find that inner strength
Times running out.
When I was a kid, my only wish was for you to quit.
Til this day it remains the same.
I’ve grown up & depression found its destination.
Calling me it’s forever home.
Always telling lies.
Mood swings left and right.
Dozing off in front of my eyes.
Mama, I don’t mean to be rude
But are you even trying.
I mean.
It’s been a long time.
I’ve given you time,
To find that inner strength
Times running out.
When I was a kid, my only wish was for you to quit.
Til this day it remains the same.
I’ve grown up & depression found its destination.
Calling me it’s forever home.
#addiction
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Normal?
What is normal?
Who can tell me, please?
Why it's not normal
To be like me
Who's to say I'm crazy
If I'm true to myself
You're the one who's locked
In your self made cell
Is my mind really lost
Because it's not like yours?
Do you think it makes me
Rotten to the core?
If you don't understand
What I'm talking about
Maybe you're the one
With the bulbs burnt out
Who can tell me, please?
Why it's not normal
To be like me
Who's to say I'm crazy
If I'm true to myself
You're the one who's locked
In your self made cell
Is my mind really lost
Because it's not like yours?
Do you think it makes me
Rotten to the core?
If you don't understand
What I'm talking about
Maybe you're the one
With the bulbs burnt out
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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A Drug Induced Coma
The feelings of
Not wanted
Fills the mind
Uprooting
An individuals confidence
Only a drug
In their mind
Can fill that hole
A drug
With a catchy name
Or no name at all
A thin line
Between reality
And death
Either or
But who really cares
When it is them
That is suffering the most
So they snort
Grab that needle
And wait
For the drugs to kick in
Or their body rejects
The doses they put in
And they lay flat
With no muscle tension at all
Waiting to be...
Not wanted
Fills the mind
Uprooting
An individuals confidence
Only a drug
In their mind
Can fill that hole
A drug
With a catchy name
Or no name at all
A thin line
Between reality
And death
Either or
But who really cares
When it is them
That is suffering the most
So they snort
Grab that needle
And wait
For the drugs to kick in
Or their body rejects
The doses they put in
And they lay flat
With no muscle tension at all
Waiting to be...
#drugs
#addiction
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Left with a heavy heart.
Growing up together was something ill never forget. Brother and sister forever. Things werent always perfect but no sibling rivalry is.so many laughs so many tears. U struggled to find a place in this world.u were a wild spirit no one could tame. But deep in my heart i feel somewhat too blame.i kept in contact as often as i could. Living on the streets isnt easy but that was ur world.im sorry i couldn't do more to help u But i tried to show u through it all u werent alone. Everyday u were in the back of my mind.when u were missing i always wondered why. Addiction had its fangs in u so deep...
#brother
#family
#addiction
#IMissYou
#hurt
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