Poems About Addiction Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about addiction seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:59am
9th Dec 2024 1:59am
Religion
Men once marveled at your beauty—
I still see the flicker of who you could have been.
“You could have had it all,” I think,
And it burns my soul the most.
You clung to holy morals,
Clutching a Bible like a lifeline,
And it anchored you
In a sea of suffering you couldn't escape.
You could have graced the runway,
Dazzling, free, unbound—
But you never closed that book,
Never flipped the preacher off,
Never let the dream breathe.
Instead, you let men break you,
Bruise your spirit,
Tell you to cover up, ...
I still see the flicker of who you could have been.
“You could have had it all,” I think,
And it burns my soul the most.
You clung to holy morals,
Clutching a Bible like a lifeline,
And it anchored you
In a sea of suffering you couldn't escape.
You could have graced the runway,
Dazzling, free, unbound—
But you never closed that book,
Never flipped the preacher off,
Never let the dream breathe.
Instead, you let men break you,
Bruise your spirit,
Tell you to cover up, ...
#addiction
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
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oldmanG
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 7:09pm
7th Dec 2024 7:09pm
Red Wine and Money
Feel like the home team prevails
Perfect day to play two
Popcorn and pretzels
On
Bleachers scream home team
Grabbing some dogs and beer
Phone bet 200
Settle seat rooting for money
9th inning tied game
Buckner 1st base
Pitch in place
Man on third
Ball rolling down the line
Sets his feet
Glove almost down
Ghost ball through the 5 hole
Next day put down 20 wine and spirits
Green bottle in bag
Look down the green lens
See empty bottle
...
Perfect day to play two
Popcorn and pretzels
On
Bleachers scream home team
Grabbing some dogs and beer
Phone bet 200
Settle seat rooting for money
9th inning tied game
Buckner 1st base
Pitch in place
Man on third
Ball rolling down the line
Sets his feet
Glove almost down
Ghost ball through the 5 hole
Next day put down 20 wine and spirits
Green bottle in bag
Look down the green lens
See empty bottle
...
#addiction
#alcohol
#money #sports
#money #sports
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 6:55pm
5th Dec 2024 6:55pm
Drugged Up & Ready To Die
Your mouth says one thing
But the drugs say another
Why don't you sober up
And spend more time with your lover
The milky way is vast
Search for wisdom or hang yourself to dry
You should have pity on your soul
Pull the pins out from your eyes
The candle blows out
May the sky burn up in smoke
You give everyone an ulcer
Such an asshole, such a joke
Say cheese scumbag
You were once loved but now we all hate
I'd love to cut the disease out of you
Have you thought about your fate?
But the drugs say another
Why don't you sober up
And spend more time with your lover
The milky way is vast
Search for wisdom or hang yourself to dry
You should have pity on your soul
Pull the pins out from your eyes
The candle blows out
May the sky burn up in smoke
You give everyone an ulcer
Such an asshole, such a joke
Say cheese scumbag
You were once loved but now we all hate
I'd love to cut the disease out of you
Have you thought about your fate?
#addiction
#anger
#disappointment
#drugs
#SelfHarm
80 reads
8 Comments
Bsp4444
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 1:09pm
4th Dec 2024 1:09pm
The Crave
He sits in shadows, undetected
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
#addiction
#emptiness
#weakness
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rickthepoetwarrior
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 4:29am
2nd Dec 2024 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
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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
182 reads
7 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
81 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
74 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
66 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
107 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
74 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
130 reads
5 Comments
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