Poems About Addiction Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about addiction seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
Today 3:52am
Today 3:52am
It Started Out As Fun
It started out as fun
Just a few hundred bucks
Sometimes I played I won
Mostly I lost which sucks
Maybe a roll of the dice
Or a spin of the wheel
Double down once or twice
The lights and sound appeal
Adrenaline had me hooked
My heart raced extra fast
But inside I was cooked
I couldn't stop if asked
I lost all my money
But I still felt okay
Acting like it was funny
And returned another day
Searching for that streak
A chance for a big score
Multiple times a week ...
Just a few hundred bucks
Sometimes I played I won
Mostly I lost which sucks
Maybe a roll of the dice
Or a spin of the wheel
Double down once or twice
The lights and sound appeal
Adrenaline had me hooked
My heart raced extra fast
But inside I was cooked
I couldn't stop if asked
I lost all my money
But I still felt okay
Acting like it was funny
And returned another day
Searching for that streak
A chance for a big score
Multiple times a week ...
#addiction
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
30th Jan 2025 11:20am
Too Much
Too much of a good thing isn't good for any of us
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
At least that's what they say
Too much of a good thing can kill a person
Too much drugs
Too much alcohol
Too much food
Too much sex
Too much fame
They uphold that motto even when it gets to close to the truth
I suppose too much truth leads to too much loneliness
And we all know too much of that isn't good at all.
#addiction
#loneliness
#philosophical #temptation
#philosophical #temptation
56 reads
8 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 8:38pm
24th Jan 2025 8:38pm
Destination
#addiction
#drugs
28 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 10:04pm
23rd Jan 2025 10:04pm
Bury you 5 ft under tonight
You can try and shout for change
Higher officials suck
Day to day life drains you dry
Nobody gives two fucks!
Professional Castigation
A disbelieving eye
Drug Free America won’t occur
Supply & demand until you die
People here are dazed
Epidemic of handling life
Drunk to remember tomorrow
Buried five feet under tonight
Higher officials suck
Day to day life drains you dry
Nobody gives two fucks!
Professional Castigation
A disbelieving eye
Drug Free America won’t occur
Supply & demand until you die
People here are dazed
Epidemic of handling life
Drunk to remember tomorrow
Buried five feet under tonight
#addiction
#alcohol
#corruption
#drugs
#ignorance
70 reads
8 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
God, What a Moment
It was... God, what a moment!
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
#addiction
#LifeChangingMoment
#orgasm
158 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
His Pet Antelope
Valentines Day Massacre cumming all over your pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
#addiction
#fiction
#greed
#sex
#violence
63 reads
4 Comments
veins_of_shame
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 3:59pm
20th Jan 2025 3:59pm
Echoes of Relapse
It comes in the night, as you lay in your bed,
you think you are safe, then it creeps in your head.
It whispers in your ear to come out and play,
"You know that you want to, you've been thinking about it all day."
It holds me tight, promises it'll all be okay,
It'd have to be right? I watched 5 leave today.**
Now that the thought has been placed in my brain,
It's really appealing, I can feel in it in my veins.
I'm ready to go, like you already knew,
but hold up real quick, let's play the tape through:
I'm heading back to Kensington,...
you think you are safe, then it creeps in your head.
It whispers in your ear to come out and play,
"You know that you want to, you've been thinking about it all day."
It holds me tight, promises it'll all be okay,
It'd have to be right? I watched 5 leave today.**
Now that the thought has been placed in my brain,
It's really appealing, I can feel in it in my veins.
I'm ready to go, like you already knew,
but hold up real quick, let's play the tape through:
I'm heading back to Kensington,...
#addiction
#anxiety
#drugs
#healing
#hope
91 reads
3 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
105 reads
14 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
69 reads
5 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
52 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
73 reads
6 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
85 reads
3 Comments
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