Long Poems About Addiction
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Long poems about addiction. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:53am
Yesterday 7:53am
they call the train station crack central (home town observations)
A pigeon was scavenging scraps
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
along the edge of the drive-thru
while we were waiting in line
for coffee and fries
and I imagined it pecking
on every car door
asking if we had any potato
and salt to spare
The people 'round here
aren't that much different
to that small grey pigeon
scavenging for scraps
and shiny things left on the ground
...
There's a family of shopping trolleys
around the corner from my house
that are filled with molding rubbish
It's only a matter of...
#addiction
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #poverty
#LifeStruggles #poverty
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Ambjr
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
if you give an addict tramadol
if you give an addict some tramadol
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
#addiction
#alcohol
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11 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
25th Feb 2025 9:08pm
the storm I created
she broke into this world
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
a storm wrapped in pink blankets
the daughter that borrowed my eyes
my temper
my frown
my tendency to stand
at the edge of shadows
what else could we do but spark?
squarin up over nothin and everythin
we catch fire the same way
quiet and hot
both refusin to bend or break
same flush in our cheeks
I still see her as four
hands on her hips
determination set
in the corners of her mouth
small voice deliverin judgement
speakin fluently in...
#addiction
#daughter
#fatherhood
#PersonalGrowth
#redemption
156 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 10:49am
24th Feb 2025 10:49am
I love your plastic halo (lyrics)
verse]
You know I'm a sucker for pain
you make it feel so heavenly
got me wrapped around your plastic halo
love drunk on
everything you say
even when I know you're lying
but I keep coming back for more
[Bridge]
Build me up
just to knock me down
break me just to take me
all my resolve is
a house of cards
and you're the dealer
you're the dealer
(of everything I need)
[Chorus]
I'm just a pretty little addict
another silly little addict
stick around so I can take ...
You know I'm a sucker for pain
you make it feel so heavenly
got me wrapped around your plastic halo
love drunk on
everything you say
even when I know you're lying
but I keep coming back for more
[Bridge]
Build me up
just to knock me down
break me just to take me
all my resolve is
a house of cards
and you're the dealer
you're the dealer
(of everything I need)
[Chorus]
I'm just a pretty little addict
another silly little addict
stick around so I can take ...
#addiction
#obsession
#UnrequitedLove
176 reads
8 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 6:31pm
17th Feb 2025 6:31pm
…
the mirror cracks
under the weight of truths
that I've spent years tryin to drown
change is the strangest thing
burnin and strippin away
the comfort of self told lies
I don't wanna know myself
this stranger wearin my skin,
this sloppily pieced together
patchwork of rage and sorrow
blind is easier
leavin myself unquestioned…unchallenged
because the words…
once you say them out loud
you can't take them back
"I'm a fuck up
I'm an alcoholic
I'm a loser
I’m a cheater
I’m a...
under the weight of truths
that I've spent years tryin to drown
change is the strangest thing
burnin and strippin away
the comfort of self told lies
I don't wanna know myself
this stranger wearin my skin,
this sloppily pieced together
patchwork of rage and sorrow
blind is easier
leavin myself unquestioned…unchallenged
because the words…
once you say them out loud
you can't take them back
"I'm a fuck up
I'm an alcoholic
I'm a loser
I’m a cheater
I’m a...
#addiction
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
11th Feb 2025 00:43am
letter to the universe’s absentee father
dear god
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
this is the closest I’ve come to prayer since the bottles stopped bringin me to my knees. I don’t believe in you…and you don’t believe in me. but sometimes I find myself callin out to that abandoned throne. my cries echoin back at me in the emptiness of your absence. I tried to believe but they lost me when they said we are made in your image. seems bit backwards. you are made in our image. twisted. broken. selfish. cruel.
we are lot alike. you and i. how else do you explain floods and rainbows. plagues and manna. the violent jealousies. the need to be...
#addiction
#anger
#bipolar
#faith
#God
139 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
121 reads
2 Comments
veins_of_shame
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
Dope You Know?
Here I am no surprise, checked into rehab again
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
#addiction
#courage
#heroin
#hope
#inspirational
187 reads
3 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
123 reads
9 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 3:52am
1st Feb 2025 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...
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...
#addiction
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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
154 reads
14 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
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1 Comment
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