Poems About Addiction Published by Members Recently Online
#addiction
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
Heaven sent.
You wrap cigarillo papers around your body as if it will keep you warm,
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
Heaven sent.
You wrap cigarillo papers around your body as if it will keep you warm,
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
4th Dec 2020 9:13pm
Heaven sent.
You wrap cigarillo papers around your body as if it will keep you warm,
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
As if the hole opening around your soul will permanently be sewn shut.
You were my very best friend and I thought you'd be there until the end,
But you liked weed better than you liked me and you gave it all up.
I wish that i could go back and tell you to stop,
But you have built cigarette stained barriers around your beating heart,
And cotton balls caked with ash live inside your lungs,
Clinging to them as if were their last breath.
I will always love you more than i...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
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4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
70 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
70 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
70 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
1st Apr 2025 8:23pm
Celestial Navigation
Driving aimlessly down Shame Street
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
sipping on my 32-ounce cup of depression, no ice.
suddenly, my too often neglected HP GPS,
speaks in a calm, commanding tone
“Pass Easy Street and at the next intersection,
turn right onto Hope Drive."
Noticing I’m out of gas;
I stop at the OA service station,
on the corner of Hope and Not Good Enough Avenue,
after filling my tank with encouragement,
I choose to continue my journey on Hope.
HP’s voice sounds again.
“Travel 12 miles,
turn right onto the on-ramp...
#addiction
#food
#happiness
#hope
#peace
70 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
Abracadabra
Skeletons in the sand rolling dice
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
#drugs
#addiction
#humankind
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
Abracadabra
Skeletons in the sand rolling dice
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
#drugs
#addiction
#humankind
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
29th Apr 2022 1:56am
Abracadabra
Skeletons in the sand rolling dice
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction
With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion
If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day
Now...
#drugs
#addiction
#humankind
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 8:35am
26th Oct 2024 8:35am
The Price Is Never Fair
Whiskey river flowing through my mind
Unable to remember which way is down
Needing to escape from the daily grind
Waiting for insanity to come back around
Hooked on the feeling of remaining numb
Casting blame on this foolish heart of mine
Chasing after love leaves me looking dumb
These toxic thoughts lead to rapid decline
Been broken so many times I’ve lost count
Yesterday is one continuous loop of despair
Couldn’t tell you how much or the amount
Details get fuzzy and the price is never fair
Unable to remember which way is down
Needing to escape from the daily grind
Waiting for insanity to come back around
Hooked on the feeling of remaining numb
Casting blame on this foolish heart of mine
Chasing after love leaves me looking dumb
These toxic thoughts lead to rapid decline
Been broken so many times I’ve lost count
Yesterday is one continuous loop of despair
Couldn’t tell you how much or the amount
Details get fuzzy and the price is never fair
#addiction
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