Long Poems About Addiction
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Long poems about addiction. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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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5 Comments
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
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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
89 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
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1 Comment
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
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
114 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
61 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
98 reads
0 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. Papa's girlfriend forgot to leave the door unlocked when she left.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
139 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 11:58am
26th Dec 2024 11:58am
On Her Birthday
Her girlfriends took her out Friday afternoon for her birthday
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
This was her 40th
That Sunday her & her husband were leaving for a Mediterranean Cruise
That was his gift to her
He was deeply in love with her
There was also a close bond between the two of them
About ten years ago she helped her husband overcome drugs & alcohol
He was hooked for years
Almost lost his job, family, house and his own life because of these addictions
It was tough for him
Many times he fell off but he persevered and kept on pushing forward
One day,...
#addiction
#birthday
#friendship
#love
#tragedy
120 reads
6 Comments
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