Poems About Heroin Seeking Friendly Advice
#heroin
Poems about heroin seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 11:24am
12th Jun 2019 11:24am
a very rich woman
The very rich woman
Once at a meeting, I met a lady
Dripping of riches belonging to a posh family in Ireland.
She didn’t have her Bently it was being repaired
I drove her home in my Fiat.
We sat on her sofa kissing and cuddling and ended
Up in bed, she wanted cunnilingus with her on top
And I found myself
With my head in her crotch, when she had an orgasm
It was like being hit by a bucket of warm water.
There were other positions with her on top too and in
In the end, she fell asleep.
In the morning she asked me to make her...
Once at a meeting, I met a lady
Dripping of riches belonging to a posh family in Ireland.
She didn’t have her Bently it was being repaired
I drove her home in my Fiat.
We sat on her sofa kissing and cuddling and ended
Up in bed, she wanted cunnilingus with her on top
And I found myself
With my head in her crotch, when she had an orgasm
It was like being hit by a bucket of warm water.
There were other positions with her on top too and in
In the end, she fell asleep.
In the morning she asked me to make her...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#temptation
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Soldierrye
Poem Published
4th May 2019 11:01pm
4th May 2019 11:01pm
Ivy’s Poison
It’s the end of her love affair
& she must be aware
It’s for the best
She’s gonna go her separate ways
It should be better days
Up ahead
& even though it didn’t last
It remains a special past
She escaped
Ivy’s impulses were many then
With no care of how or when
She’d be high
She’d started to crack & shrivel
Crumble & wither
With every drug
So now she’ll remember
The beat of her heart
& how she thought
She’d never be apart
She fought
Her soul bled the...
& she must be aware
It’s for the best
She’s gonna go her separate ways
It should be better days
Up ahead
& even though it didn’t last
It remains a special past
She escaped
Ivy’s impulses were many then
With no care of how or when
She’d be high
She’d started to crack & shrivel
Crumble & wither
With every drug
So now she’ll remember
The beat of her heart
& how she thought
She’d never be apart
She fought
Her soul bled the...
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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1 Comment
Lothbrok
Poem Published
1st May 2019 5:22pm
1st May 2019 5:22pm
Take me away
You left this world,
from body to essence,
now we wait till the essence turns
to a presence of a coincidence,
My mind is wandering and im asking myself
Why didn't I ever pay attention?....
I heard the sickness took over you
and still kept my distance
over the simple plastic words you threw at me,
I'd take it all back, but I guess its true
Angels don't belong among our existence....
You'll be that...
from body to essence,
now we wait till the essence turns
to a presence of a coincidence,
My mind is wandering and im asking myself
Why didn't I ever pay attention?....
I heard the sickness took over you
and still kept my distance
over the simple plastic words you threw at me,
I'd take it all back, but I guess its true
Angels don't belong among our existence....
You'll be that...
#love
#dark
#death
#heroin
#FeelingLost
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 10:36am
12th Apr 2019 10:36am
man drinking beer
Man drinking beer
At the downstairs café on its terrace
a man in an overcoat drank beer although
it was not yet ten o'clock yet.
he looked lonely a doomed friendless
person wondering what happened
to a life that started out encouraging
I could have been a winner
hadn't it been for the bloody divorce
in the hour of need, he was deserted.
Ok, so he hadn't been at his best
but he contributed to house and home
he was not the cuddly kissing type
trying wife, he had worked much overtime
to avoid...
At the downstairs café on its terrace
a man in an overcoat drank beer although
it was not yet ten o'clock yet.
he looked lonely a doomed friendless
person wondering what happened
to a life that started out encouraging
I could have been a winner
hadn't it been for the bloody divorce
in the hour of need, he was deserted.
Ok, so he hadn't been at his best
but he contributed to house and home
he was not the cuddly kissing type
trying wife, he had worked much overtime
to avoid...
#alcohol
#heroin
#addiction
418 reads
1 Comment
snugglebuck
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 4:35am
2nd Feb 2019 4:35am
Bob Chasing Dragons in the Park
In every city in the world
You’ll find them there
Chasing dragons in the parks
Faces gaunt’ jaws open ‘never shut'
Dim emotionless eyes take turns to blink
Among these Zombies of the poppies
You might find a friend of mine
Or a faded copy of the original
Blowing across the grimy concrete
Like a dry leaf before the first snow
Living out his life in the twilight
As minds slowly detach from bodies
Desires for love and sex dry up
Till they no longer can fuck
Lethargic bowels become arthritic
Till they no...
You’ll find them there
Chasing dragons in the parks
Faces gaunt’ jaws open ‘never shut'
Dim emotionless eyes take turns to blink
Among these Zombies of the poppies
You might find a friend of mine
Or a faded copy of the original
Blowing across the grimy concrete
Like a dry leaf before the first snow
Living out his life in the twilight
As minds slowly detach from bodies
Desires for love and sex dry up
Till they no longer can fuck
Lethargic bowels become arthritic
Till they no...
#friendship
#drugs
#heroin #addiction
#heroin #addiction
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MoonlitGoddess
Poem Published
17th Dec 2018 10:31pm
17th Dec 2018 10:31pm
Us Three
I love you,
and you love me,
but its a twisted love between us three.
If love is fire ,
then your my flame,
but still another love remains.
Your presence doesn't bring you close to me,
my choice is to let you be.
You were once my sweet escape,
and now you showed me how to hate.
I became filled with a rage,
knowing that the truth remains,
that your other love had you from the gate.
and you love me,
but its a twisted love between us three.
If love is fire ,
then your my flame,
but still another love remains.
Your presence doesn't bring you close to me,
my choice is to let you be.
You were once my sweet escape,
and now you showed me how to hate.
I became filled with a rage,
knowing that the truth remains,
that your other love had you from the gate.
#love
#betrayal
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 9:05am
7th Dec 2018 9:05am
the intemperate
The Intemperate
Alcoholism is an irredeemable illness
often compared with diabetes which is also incurable
however, with diabetes, it is possible to reduce it by
taking insulin and avoiding certain foods.
However, you can't cure intemperance by drinking beer!
He was a well- known actor had everything to live for
When in Algarve the old discredited counsellor
tried to get him to go to AA.
He blankly refused said he didn’t want to live
since his wife had died of cancer, which turned
out to be eight years ago.
One day he met...
Alcoholism is an irredeemable illness
often compared with diabetes which is also incurable
however, with diabetes, it is possible to reduce it by
taking insulin and avoiding certain foods.
However, you can't cure intemperance by drinking beer!
He was a well- known actor had everything to live for
When in Algarve the old discredited counsellor
tried to get him to go to AA.
He blankly refused said he didn’t want to live
since his wife had died of cancer, which turned
out to be eight years ago.
One day he met...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Nov 2018 8:44am
26th Nov 2018 8:44am
the day I refused a drink
The day I refused
I was joining an old ship like old ships they have been
around the oceans a few times
and survived because they were built to ride the waves
They gave me a cabin smaller than a wardrobe
I had to go out into the hall to change clothes.
The bathroom had a shower that only gave salt water
I mean cold water from the sea
The captain tried to make me drunk
filling a glass with gin topping it with tonic as I have said before
I dislike gin.
The captain fell asleep I walked back on dry land
someone on the deck shouted...
I was joining an old ship like old ships they have been
around the oceans a few times
and survived because they were built to ride the waves
They gave me a cabin smaller than a wardrobe
I had to go out into the hall to change clothes.
The bathroom had a shower that only gave salt water
I mean cold water from the sea
The captain tried to make me drunk
filling a glass with gin topping it with tonic as I have said before
I dislike gin.
The captain fell asleep I walked back on dry land
someone on the deck shouted...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin #addiction
#heroin #addiction
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1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Sep 2018 2:51am
24th Sep 2018 2:51am
Narcan
The wonder drug since the electric paddles of life to comply
Prolonging your existence in the twinkling of an eye
Eyes closed no heartbeats pushing through
A night of Opiates indulgence, a needle for me none for you
That ultimate high
Taking your mind to an illusion of the sky
Crashing while coming down
Another hit, mindful delusion going around and around
Nothing stirring or making a sound
Eyes closed, as I’m greeting my destination
Mental trepidation without any hesitation
The highest point I can reach of my imagination ...
Prolonging your existence in the twinkling of an eye
Eyes closed no heartbeats pushing through
A night of Opiates indulgence, a needle for me none for you
That ultimate high
Taking your mind to an illusion of the sky
Crashing while coming down
Another hit, mindful delusion going around and around
Nothing stirring or making a sound
Eyes closed, as I’m greeting my destination
Mental trepidation without any hesitation
The highest point I can reach of my imagination ...
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction #temptation
#addiction #temptation
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oskar
Poem Published
31st Jul 2018 8:28am
31st Jul 2018 8:28am
the visit
Visiting her mother
The cemetery was white, flowers and light.
Her mother's coffin was in glass-covered hole in the wall
there were plastic flowers and a dusty picture
Of her mother, before she got old; my wife opened
the door, she is the key carrier in the family and dusted
the coffin, but also placed fresh cut flower
in an empty vase; it was such a beautiful and thought
I wouldn't mind dying here when time was right, to this
my inner voice sarcastically said: is there ever a right time?
The cemetery was white, flowers and light.
Her mother's coffin was in glass-covered hole in the wall
there were plastic flowers and a dusty picture
Of her mother, before she got old; my wife opened
the door, she is the key carrier in the family and dusted
the coffin, but also placed fresh cut flower
in an empty vase; it was such a beautiful and thought
I wouldn't mind dying here when time was right, to this
my inner voice sarcastically said: is there ever a right time?
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin #addiction
#heroin #addiction
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Jul 2018 8:33am
30th Jul 2018 8:33am
the heroin addict
The heroine
The neighbour on the other side of the narrow lane
was a heroin addict but had been “clean” for several months
and he had become a fun, a learned man to converse with.
He was not in his house, but the tape was playing the same
song over and over again “don't tell on me…” I think.
It was dark outside I stood on the terrace and saw his shadow
at his door and knew he was dead.
His shadowy appearance shocked me I had seen a ghost,
went inside and said to my wife Victor is dead.
I saw his last thoughts. Nonsense,
she...
The neighbour on the other side of the narrow lane
was a heroin addict but had been “clean” for several months
and he had become a fun, a learned man to converse with.
He was not in his house, but the tape was playing the same
song over and over again “don't tell on me…” I think.
It was dark outside I stood on the terrace and saw his shadow
at his door and knew he was dead.
His shadowy appearance shocked me I had seen a ghost,
went inside and said to my wife Victor is dead.
I saw his last thoughts. Nonsense,
she...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
13th Jun 2018 9:15pm
13th Jun 2018 9:15pm
Deity
Here it is, the day you thought would never come but a year ago. Enveloped by the clutches of addiction - compliant to every demand and role. On your knees, struggling to breathe, you fought to shatter its control. Ascending the mountain of heroin to discover the heroine within. Each day a step toward mending fences born in scorched earth. Each stumble and fall a reminder of life's precious worth. Though this is a mountain with no summit, you are standing tall, never again will you submit to that tainted call.
As I watch you lying next to me resting peacefully - Sleeping Beauty....
As I watch you lying next to me resting peacefully - Sleeping Beauty....
#ILoveYou
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#girlfriend
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