Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
#addiction
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
237 reads
9 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
237 reads
9 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
237 reads
9 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
237 reads
9 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
19th May 2022 5:37am
19th May 2022 5:37am
A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain. ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#death
#addiction
237 reads
9 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
292 reads
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
292 reads
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
292 reads
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
292 reads
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
Vodkhaiku
Clear liquid, ice cold
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
#addiction
#alcohol
#art
#lust
#passion
94 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
Vodkhaiku
Clear liquid, ice cold
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
#addiction
#alcohol
#art
#lust
#passion
94 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
1st Nov 2024 11:47am
Vodkhaiku
Clear liquid, ice cold
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
#addiction
#alcohol
#art
#lust
#passion
94 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
