Long Poems About Addiction
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Long poems about addiction. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:48pm
23rd Oct 2024 10:48pm
why do you only call me when you're high?
The phone rings
and I feel like I'm playing
Russian Roulette with
Jekyll and Hyde
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
I answer
And it's all "hey babe
how you doing
I miss you"
and I can pretend
with total conviction
that this is the real you
that this moment in time
is a slice of reality
untainted
30 minutes in and I wish
I hadn't picked up
the fucking phone
...
and I feel like I'm playing
Russian Roulette with
Jekyll and Hyde
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
to answer or ignore
I answer
And it's all "hey babe
how you doing
I miss you"
and I can pretend
with total conviction
that this is the real you
that this moment in time
is a slice of reality
untainted
30 minutes in and I wish
I hadn't picked up
the fucking phone
...
#addiction
#depression
#drugs #friendship
#drugs #friendship
182 reads
2 Comments
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
19th Oct 2024 7:27pm
Lost Boy
Among the shadows where the silence breathes,
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
A lost boy walks, torn like autumn leaves
With haunted eyes, echoes of pain
Looking for shelter down the pouring rain
Once a dreamer in a world so vile,
Now, a wanderer with nowhere to hide
He's endured the harm of many hearts unkind,
Yet his spirit wishes for a chance to rise
Through nights of darkness, inhaling your fear,
Crystal ghosts haunt you; I feel you near
Each scar a story, each tear a song,
In a world that feels so painfully wrong
Stolen...
#addiction
#drugs
#healing
#homelessness
#support
267 reads
3 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:11pm
22nd Aug 2024 8:11pm
Secret lovers: Chronicles of a f**ked up suburban family
#dark
#sex
#addiction
#erotic
#marriage
232 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 7:36pm
9th Aug 2024 7:36pm
They returned from Vegas, minus one
He was a terrible gambler. Any chance he had he spent his money on some sort of game, machine or table. One summer the family all went to Vegas for a wedding. His nephew was getting married. He wanted to gamble. He can taste it. His wife knew that she had to put her foot down. She was stern and very emotionless when she told him, "NO GAMBLING!" She once mentioned to him during the flight to Vegas, "If you gamble just once I'm going to personally kill you! Don't come back to the room if you do." He promised that he won't. She held everything of his, cards, money etc..
...
...
#addiction
#conflict
#disappointment
#frustration
#weakness
126 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
A Tuesday in July at 6:28 am (Part 2)
On my second day out on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I headed down towards the Claridge Hotel and Brighten Park. As seen in the picture. The Claridge was once a Hotel/Casino from 1981 to 2014. Since 2014 the Claridge operates as a hotel.
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
#addiction
#city
#homelessness
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
137 reads
5 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 3:36am
28th Jun 2024 3:36am
habits die harder in nightmares
It was like one of those
cigarette dreams where you smoke
(or drink or break your
sobriety)
and get pissed at
yourself
but do it anyway
Filthy habits always seem
to die
harder in dreams
So it was with us
last night
We stood on
opposite sides
of a cursed door
foreheads pressed
eyes closed
palms flat
as if we could
transmogrify
the sick regret
to anything
anything
else
through the...
cigarette dreams where you smoke
(or drink or break your
sobriety)
and get pissed at
yourself
but do it anyway
Filthy habits always seem
to die
harder in dreams
So it was with us
last night
We stood on
opposite sides
of a cursed door
foreheads pressed
eyes closed
palms flat
as if we could
transmogrify
the sick regret
to anything
anything
else
through the...
#addiction
#breakup
#depression
#dreams
#nightmares
409 reads
22 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 11:21pm
27th Jun 2024 11:21pm
Crackman
Vomit stains in the front-shit stains in the back
His everyday soul mission in life is smoking crack,
“His superhuman abilities from crack are uncharacteristically unique
Giving him the worldwide nickname ‘Smoke Daddy the Super Freak’,
“He has the telepathic power to eliminate soap and water on the spot
Forever remaining funky with also the ability to transform any substance into crack rock,
“His slightest touch will cause anyone to become a crack addict
Having them constantly scratching and going to the extremes to support their habit,...
His everyday soul mission in life is smoking crack,
“His superhuman abilities from crack are uncharacteristically unique
Giving him the worldwide nickname ‘Smoke Daddy the Super Freak’,
“He has the telepathic power to eliminate soap and water on the spot
Forever remaining funky with also the ability to transform any substance into crack rock,
“His slightest touch will cause anyone to become a crack addict
Having them constantly scratching and going to the extremes to support their habit,...
#addiction
#anxiety
#strength
372 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
8th Jun 2024 12:26pm
Do Not Take Relief Upon Innocent People's Grief
Do not take relief upon innocent people's grief
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
Addiction is not only being slave to drugs, under cocaine control, or beneath a boss's hand kowtowing like a meek sheep, enslaved to their swaying stick, to their whims and extravagant desires, to look like a tamed animal,, you may also fall into slavery being a dependently addicted user, when those drugs, those psychedelics like LSD or mescaline, assail your whole attention, play on your real optical visions, give you a negative feedback on the world around you, affect your life for the worst, make of you an object of...
#addiction
#confessional
#drugs
#emotional
#uplifting
268 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 3:26pm
6th Jun 2024 3:26pm
bittersweet memories (Corey)
#abuse
#addiction
#drugs
#MeToo
#sex
168 reads
3 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 1:50pm
1st Jun 2024 1:50pm
Shame
I hold back shame tears
as I walk through
the door and
stand in front of
of the white chip basket
The Day 1 basket,
and hate myself.
My message tinged
and I looked at it
for spined minutes
I remembered
how damn strong
I felt yesterday
how affirmed,
and supported,
and cared for
I was
and how much I didn’t
want to feel like
Detox day 1 again
But he ….
I want...
as I walk through
the door and
stand in front of
of the white chip basket
The Day 1 basket,
and hate myself.
My message tinged
and I looked at it
for spined minutes
I remembered
how damn strong
I felt yesterday
how affirmed,
and supported,
and cared for
I was
and how much I didn’t
want to feel like
Detox day 1 again
But he ….
I want...
#addiction
#breakup
#love
449 reads
22 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th May 2024 12:05pm
25th May 2024 12:05pm
I don't have the right words for this one
Your pain is not an artwork
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
#addiction
#alcohol
#friendship #love
#friendship #love
317 reads
2 Comments
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