Poems About Addiction Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about addiction seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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Ambjr
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
whiskey’s ghost
I remember you
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #MentalHealth
#healing #MentalHealth
80 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
tempo rubato kinda life
my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
95 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
88 reads
9 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:37pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:37pm
Self Conscious Drug Use
The drugs just get me by.
And they're so mundane.
Comforting me softly in.
I'm ok with right now.
It's never strong enough.
To knock me out.
To fill this boredom with alright.
Everything for a moment of levity.
I want my mind to break
I don't wanna think.
I want to be subsumed in some feeling I don't.
Have.
For just a moment.
One second.
Of comfort.
Every drug is a footnote of what I've done.
Catalogued among all these bad trips.
I would have an excuse.
But, it's all so...
And they're so mundane.
Comforting me softly in.
I'm ok with right now.
It's never strong enough.
To knock me out.
To fill this boredom with alright.
Everything for a moment of levity.
I want my mind to break
I don't wanna think.
I want to be subsumed in some feeling I don't.
Have.
For just a moment.
One second.
Of comfort.
Every drug is a footnote of what I've done.
Catalogued among all these bad trips.
I would have an excuse.
But, it's all so...
#addiction
#apathy
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2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:39pm
30th Jan 2025 11:39pm
don't look down, you might find a mirror
You walk around these streets
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins
You asked me if I saw the junkie's
with a new born that just moved in
a few doors down
I know who you're talking about
but I didn't look at them
and think "junkie"
when I saw them
And maybe I'm the one who's naive
or maybe I don't look at poverty
and think they must be drug addicts
because you don't need to be poor
to have problems
you just have to be poor with problems ...
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins
You asked me if I saw the junkie's
with a new born that just moved in
a few doors down
I know who you're talking about
but I didn't look at them
and think "junkie"
when I saw them
And maybe I'm the one who's naive
or maybe I don't look at poverty
and think they must be drug addicts
because you don't need to be poor
to have problems
you just have to be poor with problems ...
#addiction
#hypocrisy
#poverty
110 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Rise Again
Tangled in the chaos that was my mind
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
#addiction
#hope
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
133 reads
12 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 5:39am
24th Jan 2025 5:39am
seethe (with Crimsin)
somber mood seething with energy
the closer you get the more dangerous I become
so let's rage baby
my heart's exhausted
but you still ring it of faith, of love
of all the things I need to breathe
but I'm choking on your apathy
where do you go
when you leave me alone at night?
into the dark of despair
where you can't follow
the demons there are ravenous
do you make love to the monsters in your head?
how many dead lovers line
the emptiness under your bed
little devils of my...
the closer you get the more dangerous I become
so let's rage baby
my heart's exhausted
but you still ring it of faith, of love
of all the things I need to breathe
but I'm choking on your apathy
where do you go
when you leave me alone at night?
into the dark of despair
where you can't follow
the demons there are ravenous
do you make love to the monsters in your head?
how many dead lovers line
the emptiness under your bed
little devils of my...
#addiction
#dark
#love
#lust
#obsession
153 reads
5 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 6:35am
19th Jan 2025 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
66 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
148 reads
0 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
61 reads
1 Comment
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
111 reads
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