Popular Poems About Addiction
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Popular poems about addiction. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 7:21pm
16th Feb 2025 7:21pm
Reality is a curse
Will you catch me this time if I fall?
your support has become a hindrance
the last several times, I hit bottom real hard
I'm trying desperately to release the demons
it isn't easy when your neglected without assistance
you've said you loved me and you know that I love you
is it a lie?
i need you now, more then ever before
please, be by my side
we said years back through thick & thin
bonded together we'll always win
the dream is crumbling
reality is a curse
your support has become a hindrance
the last several times, I hit bottom real hard
I'm trying desperately to release the demons
it isn't easy when your neglected without assistance
you've said you loved me and you know that I love you
is it a lie?
i need you now, more then ever before
please, be by my side
we said years back through thick & thin
bonded together we'll always win
the dream is crumbling
reality is a curse
#addiction
#love
#marriage #support
#marriage #support
91 reads
17 Comments
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
133 reads
12 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:03pm
9th Feb 2025 9:03pm
your tongue could make angels fall
I went from feeling bad
to feeling worse
I can't rip this darkness out
out of me
You kiss me like I'm heaven
touch my body
like you were born to be
on your knees for me
I'm a goddess again
under the rough praise
of your fingertips
You fuck like it's your job
to make angels fall
you see the divine in me
when I only see the filth
I let you rip me apart
with your delicate violence
until I cease to exist
and in that pure moment of pleasure
I'm as divine as...
to feeling worse
I can't rip this darkness out
out of me
You kiss me like I'm heaven
touch my body
like you were born to be
on your knees for me
I'm a goddess again
under the rough praise
of your fingertips
You fuck like it's your job
to make angels fall
you see the divine in me
when I only see the filth
I let you rip me apart
with your delicate violence
until I cease to exist
and in that pure moment of pleasure
I'm as divine as...
#addiction
#dark
#lover #sex
#lover #sex
221 reads
8 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 6:09pm
20th Feb 2025 6:09pm
one too many
hands brace against concrete walls
searchin for somethin solid
in a spinnin world
where streetlights melt
in late november rain
liquored up white lies
slide from a tongue gone numb
drippin like poison
as dawn ticks closer
and memory unravels
the bartender’s face
smears like watercolor
thru the bottom of my glass
measurin out oblivion
in four finger pours
while my phone buzzes
with promises I failed to keep
broken bottle self esteem
catchin glints of moonlight
in parkin lot...
searchin for somethin solid
in a spinnin world
where streetlights melt
in late november rain
liquored up white lies
slide from a tongue gone numb
drippin like poison
as dawn ticks closer
and memory unravels
the bartender’s face
smears like watercolor
thru the bottom of my glass
measurin out oblivion
in four finger pours
while my phone buzzes
with promises I failed to keep
broken bottle self esteem
catchin glints of moonlight
in parkin lot...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
55 reads
15 Comments
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
86 reads
8 Comments
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
110 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 3:09am
10th Feb 2025 3:09am
Unholy
It’s unholy
How I lose myself
Consumed by the fire in dark, yet vacant eyes
The heat of skin
Possessed by all that we become
I don’t wait
For a gentle love that doesn’t exist
But this
The raging tide that pulls me under
This is my forever
The only way they know how to love
It’s unholy
How they seem to know me wholly
My fingernails digging in their backs
My teeth buried in their shoulders
While they are buried deep inside my untamed heart
Complicated edges soothe ...
How I lose myself
Consumed by the fire in dark, yet vacant eyes
The heat of skin
Possessed by all that we become
I don’t wait
For a gentle love that doesn’t exist
But this
The raging tide that pulls me under
This is my forever
The only way they know how to love
It’s unholy
How they seem to know me wholly
My fingernails digging in their backs
My teeth buried in their shoulders
While they are buried deep inside my untamed heart
Complicated edges soothe ...
#addiction
#erotic
#lust #passion
#lust #passion
265 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 10:04pm
23rd Jan 2025 10:04pm
Bury you 5 ft under tonight
You can try and shout for change
Higher officials suck
Day to day life drains you dry
Nobody gives two fucks!
Professional Castigation
A disbelieving eye
Drug Free America won’t occur
Supply & demand until you die
People here are dazed
Epidemic of handling life
Drunk to remember tomorrow
Buried five feet under tonight
Higher officials suck
Day to day life drains you dry
Nobody gives two fucks!
Professional Castigation
A disbelieving eye
Drug Free America won’t occur
Supply & demand until you die
People here are dazed
Epidemic of handling life
Drunk to remember tomorrow
Buried five feet under tonight
#addiction
#alcohol
#corruption
#drugs
#ignorance
88 reads
8 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 12:08pm
11th Feb 2025 12:08pm
I wish I were a song
I am the unplayed notes
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
suspended in the air
between silence and song
longin for the permanence
of rhythm and meter
I long to be a melody…
not just flesh and bone
and volatile moods…
but pure vibration
untainted by vices
unchanged thru time
to exist in wavelengths
floatin free from gravity's pull
never to miss a beat
or stumble thru chords
where I wouldn't have
to wake with tremblin hands
or to count the days
since my last refrain
there would be no fear
of the silence left
when the music...
#addiction
#depression
#music
92 reads
7 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
I’m a loser baby
I liked myself better
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
#addiction
#depression
#disappointment #music
#disappointment #music
125 reads
10 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
God, What a Moment
It was... God, what a moment!
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
#addiction
#LifeChangingMoment
#orgasm
217 reads
4 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
88 reads
9 Comments
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