Least Read Poems About Addiction
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russell_snow
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 6:29pm
22nd Apr 2023 6:29pm
Yeah It's Over (So Here I Go)
Fast Rant]
I'm tired of the way you act
as if the world is slowing down
but you're still flying through the air
at faster than the speed of sound
if you can't hear the things I say
then maybe you should sit with me
so we can talk about all this
and why it is that I'll be leaving you
[chorus]
yeah it's over
and you should know
if you were sober
well, I'd still go
yeah it's over
and it goes to show
I'm no push-over
ugh!
so here I go
[regular]
I'm giving us another chance
I hope...
I'm tired of the way you act
as if the world is slowing down
but you're still flying through the air
at faster than the speed of sound
if you can't hear the things I say
then maybe you should sit with me
so we can talk about all this
and why it is that I'll be leaving you
[chorus]
yeah it's over
and you should know
if you were sober
well, I'd still go
yeah it's over
and it goes to show
I'm no push-over
ugh!
so here I go
[regular]
I'm giving us another chance
I hope...
#relationships
#breakup
#addiction #denial
#addiction #denial
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
6th Nov 2017 6:20pm
DRAMA QUEEN
I have come to the conclusion that everyone craves a little drama in their life-
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
It is what keeps life from being a forever-standing monotonous timeline.
There are just some people completely bored out of their minds
Living that pathetic, monotonous timeline
that the only thing they CAN do is create or find their drama
By being angry just to be angry!
When such a person begins to stir up trouble against you
Or whirl their rants and raves your way
Just turn and walk away....
It is the silent way, without use of words or...
#depression
#funny
#addiction #philosophical
#addiction #philosophical
18 reads
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:05am
Yesterday 3:05am
Loss
Loss of youth
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#drugs
#emptiness
34 reads
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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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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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oskar
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 1:14pm
10th Oct 2024 1:14pm
after the novel
After the novel
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
#addiction
#anxiety
#apathy #bipolar
#apathy #bipolar
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scatteredsilence
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 5:17pm
8th Dec 2024 5:17pm
Black holes
Wishful thinking…
That for tonight only
We could fall into the blackest of holes
And find ourselves…
Comforted by the gloomiest radiance
Tightly bound together
By a festering sense of hurt
Sliding deeper
Waiting for broken wings to carry us…
Further into the time of our demise
That you and I might find each other’s decaying souls…
Buried beyond the help of Jesus
Crushing as it is…
Let’s do it all again and again
Not only tonight
Nail me to the floor
Pretend it’s pleasure ...
That for tonight only
We could fall into the blackest of holes
And find ourselves…
Comforted by the gloomiest radiance
Tightly bound together
By a festering sense of hurt
Sliding deeper
Waiting for broken wings to carry us…
Further into the time of our demise
That you and I might find each other’s decaying souls…
Buried beyond the help of Jesus
Crushing as it is…
Let’s do it all again and again
Not only tonight
Nail me to the floor
Pretend it’s pleasure ...
#addiction
47 reads
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
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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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Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 3:40am
1st Nov 2024 3:40am
Fallen Angel
Quietly, she sits alone in an empty home
But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore
Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust
But the only thing disgusting is her own soul
-And now she's too far gone
She cannot be saved
Just like a fallen angel- (chorus1)
Desperately, she tries to make her way through this life
But life doesn't want her to find a way inside
Frantically, she searches for a reason to try
But all she can find is more pain for all her crimes
-Oh, now she's too far gone
She'll never be saved ...
But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore
Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust
But the only thing disgusting is her own soul
-And now she's too far gone
She cannot be saved
Just like a fallen angel- (chorus1)
Desperately, she tries to make her way through this life
But life doesn't want her to find a way inside
Frantically, she searches for a reason to try
But all she can find is more pain for all her crimes
-Oh, now she's too far gone
She'll never be saved ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#lyrics #MentalHealth
#lyrics #MentalHealth
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 11:58pm
2nd Nov 2024 11:58pm
On The Hill
On the hill
All the pennies dropped
Should have bought a mansion on the hill
Tried to be a winner
I’m such a loser through and through
All the time I spent
Instead of being present
Chasing dollar signs
Being on the wrong side
I still remember
My first time
It was 1994….Eagles and Niners
Garner laid it down and I
Collected two bills
The start of something
So destructive
Wish I could go back cause
I see it’s killing my family
Pennies dropped
Add up to a bucket ...
All the pennies dropped
Should have bought a mansion on the hill
Tried to be a winner
I’m such a loser through and through
All the time I spent
Instead of being present
Chasing dollar signs
Being on the wrong side
I still remember
My first time
It was 1994….Eagles and Niners
Garner laid it down and I
Collected two bills
The start of something
So destructive
Wish I could go back cause
I see it’s killing my family
Pennies dropped
Add up to a bucket ...
#addiction
#greed
#money #sports
#money #sports
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xthan
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 3:48am
6th Nov 2024 3:48am
Mother Brighton
It's February and i'm
here Mother Brighton
I already feel your purple
and blues rising to the
surface, bleeding like
no other month or
place ever could
I could never tell whether
it's instinct or coincidental,
as your arms widen knowing
i'm falling the fuck apart which
is the only metaphor my tongue
could pluck about bleeding
with a chance of violence.
It's February and i'm
here Mother Brighton
my hands slot heavy rocks
with splattered patterns in
two of my front...
here Mother Brighton
I already feel your purple
and blues rising to the
surface, bleeding like
no other month or
place ever could
I could never tell whether
it's instinct or coincidental,
as your arms widen knowing
i'm falling the fuck apart which
is the only metaphor my tongue
could pluck about bleeding
with a chance of violence.
It's February and i'm
here Mother Brighton
my hands slot heavy rocks
with splattered patterns in
two of my front...
#addiction
#confessional
#depression
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