Poems About Heroin Seeking Friendly Advice
#heroin
Poems about heroin seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:30pm
9th Jan 2025 11:30pm
Reverence
I built a temple in my chest,
A sacred place for you to rest.
Your name is stitched beneath my ribs,
A whispered vow, a life to give.
I am the altar, you the flame,
Devotion bound in endless pain.
And every breath becomes your prayer,
A hollow hymn left hanging there.
You write your scripture in my veins,
A litany of sweet remains.
Each word you speak, a curse I crave,
A holy wound, a shallow grave.
I begged for light, you gave me night,
And still, I bathe in your delight.
Consume me—
Take my flesh...
A sacred place for you to rest.
Your name is stitched beneath my ribs,
A whispered vow, a life to give.
I am the altar, you the flame,
Devotion bound in endless pain.
And every breath becomes your prayer,
A hollow hymn left hanging there.
You write your scripture in my veins,
A litany of sweet remains.
Each word you speak, a curse I crave,
A holy wound, a shallow grave.
I begged for light, you gave me night,
And still, I bathe in your delight.
Consume me—
Take my flesh...
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
#passion
#temptation
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1 Comment
Connotation
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 1:17am
12th Sep 2024 1:17am
Poison and Flame
There is a serpent, and there is a dragon,
They bargain for mind and heart,
With tongues and scales,
Through shedding skin and ashes,
Broken promises of euphoria.
In their witching hour,
Hypnotic, manic induction,
Feverishly driven,
A temptation and tease,
Replaces abundance.
With the moon behind the sun,
As shadows darken,
Purpose is plundered,
Through fascination,
A wondrous curiosity.
Stubborn and boneheaded,
The battle with eternal conviction,
Control and choice are...
They bargain for mind and heart,
With tongues and scales,
Through shedding skin and ashes,
Broken promises of euphoria.
In their witching hour,
Hypnotic, manic induction,
Feverishly driven,
A temptation and tease,
Replaces abundance.
With the moon behind the sun,
As shadows darken,
Purpose is plundered,
Through fascination,
A wondrous curiosity.
Stubborn and boneheaded,
The battle with eternal conviction,
Control and choice are...
#addiction
#drugs
#heroin
#morality
#temptation
258 reads
8 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 2:28pm
17th Jul 2024 2:28pm
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
246 reads
3 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 1:40am
4th Jul 2024 1:40am
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
317 reads
2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 11:57pm
19th Apr 2024 11:57pm
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 for more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms...
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 for more dope
Obsessing over
Symptoms...
#addiction
#drugs
#haiku
#healing
#heroin
314 reads
7 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
24th Jan 2024 12:30pm
24th Jan 2024 12:30pm
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
173 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2023 8:00am
2nd Nov 2023 8:00am
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
251 reads
0 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 8:51pm
27th Oct 2023 8:51pm
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
619 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st Oct 2023 5:13am
21st Oct 2023 5:13am
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
307 reads
0 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
1st Jun 2023 1:11am
1st Jun 2023 1:11am
Rock bottom
f'Hurt people hurt people
To put it short and simple I am a broken woman breaking things
Everything I touch goes to shit
the whole "hell in a hand basket" expression
Cheap caked up concealer to hide the tracks, when I love myself the very least
My life is no longer recognizable to me
spiraling down I find myself drowning in this depression
I've lost the grit to speak up for my life
Long gone is the hope that there will even be a life to speak up for by the time that I'm done
Whatever snapped this time must've been a...
To put it short and simple I am a broken woman breaking things
Everything I touch goes to shit
the whole "hell in a hand basket" expression
Cheap caked up concealer to hide the tracks, when I love myself the very least
My life is no longer recognizable to me
spiraling down I find myself drowning in this depression
I've lost the grit to speak up for my life
Long gone is the hope that there will even be a life to speak up for by the time that I'm done
Whatever snapped this time must've been a...
#heroin
#confessional
#shame
#addiction
#honesty
847 reads
10 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
1st May 2023 8:57am
1st May 2023 8:57am
Advocate Synapsis
Advocate synapsis.
Variance, imagined.
Alchemist amalgam.
Aggregate, covalent.
Blasphemous enchantment.
Labyrinth, awareness.
Catalyst entrances.
Sacrilege, commandments.
Candidate inherits.
Practices, theatrics.
Heritage inhabits.
Agonist, enamor.
Strategist enhancement.
Glamorous, fantastic.
Adamant hysterics.
Fabulous, emphatic.
Balances establish.
Languages, semantics
Accurate examples.
Parroted, advancement.
Analyst attraction.
Candidness, enacted. ...
Variance, imagined.
Alchemist amalgam.
Aggregate, covalent.
Blasphemous enchantment.
Labyrinth, awareness.
Catalyst entrances.
Sacrilege, commandments.
Candidate inherits.
Practices, theatrics.
Heritage inhabits.
Agonist, enamor.
Strategist enhancement.
Glamorous, fantastic.
Adamant hysterics.
Fabulous, emphatic.
Balances establish.
Languages, semantics
Accurate examples.
Parroted, advancement.
Analyst attraction.
Candidness, enacted. ...
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#heroin
#rhyming
#addiction
365 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
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