Poems about Heroin
#heroin
Poems about heroin, drugs poetry about heroin, opium and other narcotics. Poems about heroin addiction, lifestyle and the related mental and physical struggles. Also poetry about the war on drugs, global drugs trade and the impact of heroin on users, politics and society.
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A Habit Forming Love Story
"Tie me off sweetheart", she said.
Sure honey sweetie baby, I love to watch you vomit
Don't get any on my shoes
Oh fuck it, I'm so in love with you
I even love your puke
You have the cutest drool I've ever seen
I think you're the coolest junkie-musician-poet-visionary I've ever shared a needle with
It would be an honor to get a disease from you
I have herpes scars from the best of them
Let's look for a new vein for you
The others are so flat
WOW, you've really been around
I love a woman with experience.
Sure honey sweetie baby, I love to watch you vomit
Don't get any on my shoes
Oh fuck it, I'm so in love with you
I even love your puke
You have the cutest drool I've ever seen
I think you're the coolest junkie-musician-poet-visionary I've ever shared a needle with
It would be an honor to get a disease from you
I have herpes scars from the best of them
Let's look for a new vein for you
The others are so flat
WOW, you've really been around
I love a woman with experience.
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
#love
#lover
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Scourge of the elixir
The scourge of the elixir
The potion of fate
The purge of the fixer
seven seconds too late
Minute by minute
And hour by hour
The salve to be swindled
From the seeds of a flower
Chasing the dragon
from his chalice, we sip
Unsheathing the needle
In search of the trip
The guise of the wired
The skin of their thrones
Their emotions misfire
To cast vie to their bones
Farewell, my reality
Force my mind to a place
Where I’ve really got nothing
In that world there to face
...
The potion of fate
The purge of the fixer
seven seconds too late
Minute by minute
And hour by hour
The salve to be swindled
From the seeds of a flower
Chasing the dragon
from his chalice, we sip
Unsheathing the needle
In search of the trip
The guise of the wired
The skin of their thrones
Their emotions misfire
To cast vie to their bones
Farewell, my reality
Force my mind to a place
Where I’ve really got nothing
In that world there to face
...
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
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Where does hope lie
Where does hope lie
In a broken mind
Disheveled room
Shadows absorbing light
Where does hope lie
In forgotten promises
Disappointed loved ones
Left alone at night
Where does hope lie
In unreturned calls
And unanswered knocks
Refusing to fight
Where does hope lie
In a tub of tepid water
Needle on the floor
Searching for another high
Where does hope lie
Water a pinkish hue
Cuts to guarantee
This was the last time
Where does Hope lie
Green glassy eyes ...
In a broken mind
Disheveled room
Shadows absorbing light
Where does hope lie
In forgotten promises
Disappointed loved ones
Left alone at night
Where does hope lie
In unreturned calls
And unanswered knocks
Refusing to fight
Where does hope lie
In a tub of tepid water
Needle on the floor
Searching for another high
Where does hope lie
Water a pinkish hue
Cuts to guarantee
This was the last time
Where does Hope lie
Green glassy eyes ...
#addiction
#despair
#drugs
#grief
#heroin
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NHS INCOMPETENCE
Up to just short of 200 bullshit statements in my medical records have now been amended.
And I still have more notes to go through..
Ha Ha Ha..
That is fucking ridiculous nhs..
Ha Ha Ha..
No wonder the DVLA took my side of the story over ALL of your bullshit..
No wonder the courts refused to prosecute me on your behalf..
Ha Ha Ha
Just short of 200 bullshit statements in one persons medical records
THAT
IS
FUCKING
RIDICULOUS
That is incompetence
FUCKING
INCOMPETENCE
...
And I still have more notes to go through..
Ha Ha Ha..
That is fucking ridiculous nhs..
Ha Ha Ha..
No wonder the DVLA took my side of the story over ALL of your bullshit..
No wonder the courts refused to prosecute me on your behalf..
Ha Ha Ha
Just short of 200 bullshit statements in one persons medical records
THAT
IS
FUCKING
RIDICULOUS
That is incompetence
FUCKING
INCOMPETENCE
...
#heroin
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Early to exit
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#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
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Accursed Poppy
Jumping from my skin
Hair-raising flashes and waves
Like winter breezes
Haunted yawns howling
Visionary eyes tearing
Decrepit visage
Memories of sun
Fading obliviously
Looking outward dark
Nervously stretching
Tensley vasoconstricted
Muscle and tendon
Knee jerk reaction
Kicking and thrashing non-stop
Craving more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms unrelenting still
Focusing...
Hair-raising flashes and waves
Like winter breezes
Haunted yawns howling
Visionary eyes tearing
Decrepit visage
Memories of sun
Fading obliviously
Looking outward dark
Nervously stretching
Tensley vasoconstricted
Muscle and tendon
Knee jerk reaction
Kicking and thrashing non-stop
Craving more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms unrelenting still
Focusing...
#addiction
#drugs
#haiku
#healing
#heroin
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An addictive love story
"Tie me off sweetheart", she said.
Sure honey sweetie baby, I love to watch you vomit
Don't get any on my shoes
Oh fuck it, I'm so in love with you
I even love your puke
You have the cutest drool I've ever seen
I think you're the raddest junkie-musician-poet-visionary I've ever shared a needle with
It would be an honor to get a disease from you
I have herpes scars from the best of them
Let's look for a new vein for you
The others are so flat
WOW, you've really been around
I love a woman with experience.
Sure honey sweetie baby, I love to watch you vomit
Don't get any on my shoes
Oh fuck it, I'm so in love with you
I even love your puke
You have the cutest drool I've ever seen
I think you're the raddest junkie-musician-poet-visionary I've ever shared a needle with
It would be an honor to get a disease from you
I have herpes scars from the best of them
Let's look for a new vein for you
The others are so flat
WOW, you've really been around
I love a woman with experience.
#love
#drugs
#heroin
#lover
#addiction
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6 Comments
A trip down memory vein.
I used to cool myself in the
shadow of skyscrapers.
A tapestry of traffic lights, blurred
vision and methadone clinics.
Some walking billboard of tragedy
with nothing ever in my pockets
except points, spoons, or lighters.
Sexy I know.
Sometimes even soldiers surrender.
Trading sand for that grit that builds up
in the corners of a city's asphalt veins.
Broken, with a will as thin as rice paper,
living on pure plunger power.
I thought I was tough fronting that
Sunday morning soup kitchen smile.
I...
shadow of skyscrapers.
A tapestry of traffic lights, blurred
vision and methadone clinics.
Some walking billboard of tragedy
with nothing ever in my pockets
except points, spoons, or lighters.
Sexy I know.
Sometimes even soldiers surrender.
Trading sand for that grit that builds up
in the corners of a city's asphalt veins.
Broken, with a will as thin as rice paper,
living on pure plunger power.
I thought I was tough fronting that
Sunday morning soup kitchen smile.
I...
#strength
#drugs
#heroin
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10 Comments
The last Viking
Erik Bye was a writer, entertainer, TV personality, and easily, in the sixties and the seventies, the most popular man around.
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book about his experiences crisscrossing the USA.
The travel book was a best-seller in Scandinavia and
the book was also translated into English.
Erik also wrote some other books and many songs about the seas
As a journalist interviewing people from the...
He was born in New York to Norwegian parents who later went back to live there, while their son Erik went
back to the USA to finish his education.
On returning to Norway, he wrote a book about his experiences crisscrossing the USA.
The travel book was a best-seller in Scandinavia and
the book was also translated into English.
Erik also wrote some other books and many songs about the seas
As a journalist interviewing people from the...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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Lettin Go
Letting go of pain is not as simple as many people think, I find strands of pain and it's missing link. The deeper my thoughts the deeper I sink. They say I run from my feelings chasing drugs and drinks. I am so emotional inside,they are like mighty tidal waves marching side by side. Crashing on the shores of my spirit. I feel parts of myself going out with the tide. And I have no arms to swim no light house to guide. At times I feel am falling from sky with no wings to fly. I am my pain and my pain am I. If pain is a place, it is no place to die. Letting it go is not easy I tell no lies....
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction #temptation
#addiction #temptation
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for whom nothing matters
For whom nothing matters
The night had been mysterious and full of screams
raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard
Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine
egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished
The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and
themselves hopefully modest egos
Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses
the outcast...
The night had been mysterious and full of screams
raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard
Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine
egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished
The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and
themselves hopefully modest egos
Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses
the outcast...
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction #temptation
#addiction #temptation
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Superheroine
The brushed on mask is a metaphor she wore
But she can't hide from my eyes anymore
Her elegant cape is merely a sylish cloak
As the artist within is naturally baroque
Magically she heals my wounded heart
With poetic spills pouring out of her art
Her power arose from a skill to impart
Salacious flows streaming from her amorous heart
She maintains a sky of excellence
Finishing first in each test of endurance
Rising to limitless humbling conquests
Running down all my intellectual protests
My caving resistance is effortlessly...
But she can't hide from my eyes anymore
Her elegant cape is merely a sylish cloak
As the artist within is naturally baroque
Magically she heals my wounded heart
With poetic spills pouring out of her art
Her power arose from a skill to impart
Salacious flows streaming from her amorous heart
She maintains a sky of excellence
Finishing first in each test of endurance
Rising to limitless humbling conquests
Running down all my intellectual protests
My caving resistance is effortlessly...
#love
#heroin
#admiration
#heroic
#passion
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