Poems about Addiction
#addiction
Poetry about addiction to drugs or alcohol, and the effects of addiction on friends, family and relationships. Here you'll find poems tackling addiction to a range of behaviours and substances including smoking, drinking, prescription drugs and recreational drugs.
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
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Ambjr
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
whiskey’s ghost
I remember you
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #MentalHealth
#healing #MentalHealth
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2 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
Self medication
Dear triss
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
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Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
5th Feb 2025 9:15pm
tempo rubato kinda life
my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
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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
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 7:37pm
3rd Feb 2025 7:37pm
Self Conscious Drug Use
The drugs just get me by.
And they're so mundane.
Comforting me softly in.
I'm ok with right now.
It's never strong enough.
To knock me out.
To fill this boredom with alright.
Everything for a moment of levity.
I want my mind to break
I don't wanna think.
I want to be subsumed in some feeling I don't.
Have.
For just a moment.
One second.
Of comfort.
Every drug is a footnote of what I've done.
Catalogued among all these bad trips.
I would have an excuse.
But, it's all so...
And they're so mundane.
Comforting me softly in.
I'm ok with right now.
It's never strong enough.
To knock me out.
To fill this boredom with alright.
Everything for a moment of levity.
I want my mind to break
I don't wanna think.
I want to be subsumed in some feeling I don't.
Have.
For just a moment.
One second.
Of comfort.
Every drug is a footnote of what I've done.
Catalogued among all these bad trips.
I would have an excuse.
But, it's all so...
#addiction
#apathy
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 1:12pm
2nd Feb 2025 1:12pm
Cost of Addiction
In the cramped confines of her daily life,
her words of love and desire were muffled
against the chest of unfaithful men.
Their daily harvesting of her gave
the illusion of love in a chaotic home.
In her dance of survival and despair,
she was a flicker of warmth in the gloom,
her tender lips crafting moments of care and affection,
yet each act of love drained her spirit.
At day's end, she bore stories of a mother's toil
and the scars of a woman given to pleasure.
She sought and found comfort in many men,
then...
her words of love and desire were muffled
against the chest of unfaithful men.
Their daily harvesting of her gave
the illusion of love in a chaotic home.
In her dance of survival and despair,
she was a flicker of warmth in the gloom,
her tender lips crafting moments of care and affection,
yet each act of love drained her spirit.
At day's end, she bore stories of a mother's toil
and the scars of a woman given to pleasure.
She sought and found comfort in many men,
then...
#addiction
#death
#sex
189 reads
3 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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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:39pm
30th Jan 2025 11:39pm
don't look down, you might find a mirror
You walk around these streets
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins
You asked me if I saw the junkie's
with a new born that just moved in
a few doors down
I know who you're talking about
but I didn't look at them
and think "junkie"
when I saw them
And maybe I'm the one who's naive
or maybe I don't look at poverty
and think they must be drug addicts
because you don't need to be poor
to have problems
you just have to be poor with problems ...
like you didn't come from nothing
like there's no ghetto left
in your veins
You asked me if I saw the junkie's
with a new born that just moved in
a few doors down
I know who you're talking about
but I didn't look at them
and think "junkie"
when I saw them
And maybe I'm the one who's naive
or maybe I don't look at poverty
and think they must be drug addicts
because you don't need to be poor
to have problems
you just have to be poor with problems ...
#addiction
#hypocrisy
#poverty
126 reads
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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
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Her
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
25th Jan 2025 7:46pm
Rise Again
Tangled in the chaos that was my mind
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
Dark clouds overhead stole my shine
Ooh
Lost in shadows long before I was reborn
I’m rebuilding my life with every new dawn
I’ve stumbled and tumbled through valleys of doubt
For decades I had silent screams I longed to shout
Strength I never knew reached deep within
Here I stand ready to rise again
Ooh
Hope flickers like twilight
My broken pieces are coming back to life
Ooh
Let the sunlight heal my wounds
Today I’m singing a new tune
I’ve stumbled and tumbled...
#addiction
#hope
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
#TimeHeals
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