Poems About Addiction by Top Critiquers
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Poems about addiction by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
237 reads
21 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:25am
11th Apr 2025 10:25am
Fight to live
Eighteen dollars to her name
Can’t survive, it’s all the same
In need of food for her kids
Drugs & booze the way she lives
No ambition to get a job
Unless it’s slobbing on someone’s knob
How much lower can you go
You’ll be remembered as a filthy ho
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Inside your fucked up selfish mind
Sleazy strip malls is where you hang
Beware the rats with long sharp fangs
Behind the store to get your fix
Fever ignored, getting real sick
...
Can’t survive, it’s all the same
In need of food for her kids
Drugs & booze the way she lives
No ambition to get a job
Unless it’s slobbing on someone’s knob
How much lower can you go
You’ll be remembered as a filthy ho
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
You must fight to live
Inside your fucked up selfish mind
Sleazy strip malls is where you hang
Beware the rats with long sharp fangs
Behind the store to get your fix
Fever ignored, getting real sick
...
#addiction
#children
#drugs
#lyrics
#poverty
64 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 2:27am
2nd Apr 2025 2:27am
Happy
sadness dwells and I fall
into the depths of self hate
loathing my way of thinking
Will I ever break the chains
Will I ever be comfortable in my own skin
my demons howl, and I shudder
Deep need overcomes me
and it's down to just me alone
and just like dying and being born
I have to face things on my own
somewhere in me my sanity is alert and waiting
but deeply ingrained is the hurt monsters
that make me run to what is familiar
and avoid at all costs the pain
inflicting damage on myself when things...
into the depths of self hate
loathing my way of thinking
Will I ever break the chains
Will I ever be comfortable in my own skin
my demons howl, and I shudder
Deep need overcomes me
and it's down to just me alone
and just like dying and being born
I have to face things on my own
somewhere in me my sanity is alert and waiting
but deeply ingrained is the hurt monsters
that make me run to what is familiar
and avoid at all costs the pain
inflicting damage on myself when things...
#addiction
96 reads
8 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
453 reads
22 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 12:05pm
14th Apr 2025 12:05pm
Do you have compassion
I will always follow you to the end of time, for I will follow you in my need to sustain my life, for I will follow you as you have inspire me to think for thyself 🤔 in all my life situations, that seems to have me feeling like I'm drowning, in the sea of death and fear. 😨 For sure I will always follow you, as my thoughts become dangerous, to my own well being. 😞 For sure I will follow you as my life, becomes filled with nothing but confusion, and negative vibes, driving 😕 me on a two way street, yet going the wrong way. 😕 AS if I got a death wish that...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
44 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 5:26am
19th Mar 2021 5:26am
The Breakdown
Falling into the abyss the rocks felt like a million needles
Every one of them with a furious blast
Icicles tearing away at eyelids feeling fucking evil
Each one becoming worst than the last
But from there, there’s no way to go but up
Unless you dig Deep Underground
At the core you begin to understand the upheaval
All the while you slide into the breakdown
And then, when there is nothing left
All you can do is move forward
Every one of them with a furious blast
Icicles tearing away at eyelids feeling fucking evil
Each one becoming worst than the last
But from there, there’s no way to go but up
Unless you dig Deep Underground
At the core you begin to understand the upheaval
All the while you slide into the breakdown
And then, when there is nothing left
All you can do is move forward
#anger
#depression
#memories
#addiction
#MovingOn
681 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 2:36pm
14th Jan 2024 2:36pm
Tangent Magical Totem Machine
You start one way
End up another
Art serum
Color addiction
Ride the music
Pooneil Corner
Watch me ..
End up another
Art serum
Color addiction
Ride the music
Pooneil Corner
Watch me ..
#music
#art
#identity
#addiction
#LifeCycle
256 reads
18 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
115 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
30th Dec 2024 8:46pm
Fast and Furious
So, my countrymen have decided
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
to embrace...and celebrate...
organized stupidity.
So it is written.
So let it be done.
And may they learn the hard way
how to bring order
to their own thoughts
and actions.
Though unnecessary...
as forethought would have done the job.
So stub your toes, America!
Fuck around and find out.
Go ahead. Reach out.
Get a good grip on that
spinning table saw blade!
...
#abuse
#addiction
#ignorance #SelfHarm
#ignorance #SelfHarm
256 reads
8 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 6:55am
21st Mar 2025 6:55am
Mary Jane
I like to date rape.
I don't need rope or tape.
Just a good friend,
That recommends a vape,
Instead of rolls.
Not sushi, but baked.
I like her eyes half open.
I feel masculine and safe.
She stumbles like her legs are broken.
Is this date rape?
She invited me over.
So it's definitely not fake.
Her legs are wide open.
She flows like a lake.
Mary Jane is who I'm groping.
She always wins the race.
The field is always open,
So let me out of the gate.
I like to date rape.
I don't...
I don't need rope or tape.
Just a good friend,
That recommends a vape,
Instead of rolls.
Not sushi, but baked.
I like her eyes half open.
I feel masculine and safe.
She stumbles like her legs are broken.
Is this date rape?
She invited me over.
So it's definitely not fake.
Her legs are wide open.
She flows like a lake.
Mary Jane is who I'm groping.
She always wins the race.
The field is always open,
So let me out of the gate.
I like to date rape.
I don't...
#addiction
#dirty
#MentalHealth #women
#MentalHealth #women
157 reads
5 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
17th Jul 2022 5:28am
Cold Turkey
I’ve been through withdrawals before
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
and no matter how many
times
it sucks
you see what you crave in every
speck of dust
every constant whispering moment
the echo of it
repeats
every time you take your mind off a task and sometimes
sometimes it slithers in
and you know the pain of eve
there’s something poetic
about the volcanic heave
and dry need
as it comes screaming from your pores
a demand in unrelenting want
it’s so simple to satiate
just let your body
stop listening to your...
#addiction
167 reads
3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 2:46am
16th Mar 2023 2:46am
Variable rewards
Once upon a time, it happened.
I shared my heart, and I felt it --
connection - deep and true
intense, exhilarating
I was seen
beheld
beloved.
Once is all it took
to get me hooked.
It's my secret addiction now.
No one knows,
(because the tears fall in silence)
and I can do it with a straight face.
This emotional risk-taking --
casually cutting out,
carelessly handing over
a sliver of my very soul
just for the chance of connecting again.
They say variable rewards
are the driver of...
I shared my heart, and I felt it --
connection - deep and true
intense, exhilarating
I was seen
beheld
beloved.
Once is all it took
to get me hooked.
It's my secret addiction now.
No one knows,
(because the tears fall in silence)
and I can do it with a straight face.
This emotional risk-taking --
casually cutting out,
carelessly handing over
a sliver of my very soul
just for the chance of connecting again.
They say variable rewards
are the driver of...
#love
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#hurt
400 reads
19 Comments
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