Long Poems About Heroin
#heroin
Long poems about heroin. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
10th Aug 2020 2:57pm
10th Aug 2020 2:57pm
Bad To Be Glad, But Only Parapsychologically So. (See?)
Dark confuses light
diffusing into gelatinous
pieces of organic matter.
Maybe these colors don't belong together.
Maybe, truth be known, is a mere
state of deluded ego'mind running for dear life
across through evergreen and
permafrost to a loverly string of payment(s)
for that cherished Flo'da beach
priority prospects parlayed through Jesus Christ's
very...
diffusing into gelatinous
pieces of organic matter.
Maybe these colors don't belong together.
Maybe, truth be known, is a mere
state of deluded ego'mind running for dear life
across through evergreen and
permafrost to a loverly string of payment(s)
for that cherished Flo'da beach
priority prospects parlayed through Jesus Christ's
very...
#love
#alcohol
#heroin
#marijuana
#tobacco
136 reads
5 Comments
Lo_bedda
Lo Lo
Lo Lo
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 8:13pm
19th Jul 2020 8:13pm
My Brown Eyed Boy
I fell in love with a brown eyed boy, it’s not a love I can say I enjoy.
I’m addicted to him but I never would have predicted the pain that would be inflicted.
I should have detected that he injected drugs,
Maybe he felt neglected and heroin made him feel protected.
I don’t think he understands who his choices have affected.
I’m addicted to an addict. Who would have suspected…
I don’t know how I got myself into this mess, but as you would guess it causes me stress.
But it was love at first sight, he’s such a delight… when we don’t fight.
When I stay...
I’m addicted to him but I never would have predicted the pain that would be inflicted.
I should have detected that he injected drugs,
Maybe he felt neglected and heroin made him feel protected.
I don’t think he understands who his choices have affected.
I’m addicted to an addict. Who would have suspected…
I don’t know how I got myself into this mess, but as you would guess it causes me stress.
But it was love at first sight, he’s such a delight… when we don’t fight.
When I stay...
#love
#heroin
#rhyming #addiction
#rhyming #addiction
190 reads
11 Comments
Lo_bedda
Lo Lo
Lo Lo
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 1:00am
19th Jul 2020 1:00am
Our Addictions
You used to make me feel whole, now im just a lost soul, I lost all control, it was my heart that you stole, now I’m looking for the restart. Laying next to you in bed and still feel worlds apart.
The pain I’m feeling is off the chart, and the cocaine made you insane and I keep asking why I remain as I watch you miss your vein. Man, I really let my life go down the drain.
This wasn’t part of my plan, you pace the room checking the can, talking about “if it’s not there we gotta meet up with the middle man, ya know the one who drives the mini-van” fuck, when did...
The pain I’m feeling is off the chart, and the cocaine made you insane and I keep asking why I remain as I watch you miss your vein. Man, I really let my life go down the drain.
This wasn’t part of my plan, you pace the room checking the can, talking about “if it’s not there we gotta meet up with the middle man, ya know the one who drives the mini-van” fuck, when did...
#love
#dark
#heroin
#rhyming
#addiction
208 reads
6 Comments
Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
.Julia.
Poem Published
11th May 2020 1:37am
11th May 2020 1:37am
Thanks Mom: Part II
To understand me,
You must understand her.
Two opposing paths, fatefully intertwined.
For so much of who I am,
Is based on what she wasn’t.
Grandpa’s favorite,
his baby girl.
What better way to show favor,
than teach your daughter to
shoot heroin into her veins, at 13?
Sign of love in that world, I guess.
Who am I kidding?
He sealed both our fates that day.
Sending her down a dark and dreary path to her own demise.
Leaving me, navigating life without a mother’s love and...
You must understand her.
Two opposing paths, fatefully intertwined.
For so much of who I am,
Is based on what she wasn’t.
Grandpa’s favorite,
his baby girl.
What better way to show favor,
than teach your daughter to
shoot heroin into her veins, at 13?
Sign of love in that world, I guess.
Who am I kidding?
He sealed both our fates that day.
Sending her down a dark and dreary path to her own demise.
Leaving me, navigating life without a mother’s love and...
#mother
#childhood
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
517 reads
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 2:45pm
3rd Apr 2020 2:45pm
All We Have Is Now (instrumental by Mors)
I'm living this life
Living to give out my light
No more living a lie
Living to fill it in right, living to fill it in right
Eyes of a lion a lot of the time
Like I light up inside as I know what I got
Fine with the vibes and I leave all my pride
Like I find it within and I know what I'm not
Two dates I got one dash
I lose hate, no time for that
Like who's fake, no mind for rats
Its too late no going back
Isn't it funny i thought I was running
From something I cannot...
Living to give out my light
No more living a lie
Living to fill it in right, living to fill it in right
Eyes of a lion a lot of the time
Like I light up inside as I know what I got
Fine with the vibes and I leave all my pride
Like I find it within and I know what I'm not
Two dates I got one dash
I lose hate, no time for that
Like who's fake, no mind for rats
Its too late no going back
Isn't it funny i thought I was running
From something I cannot...
#courage
#heroin
#addiction
#LifeChangingMoment
#healing
301 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 7:43am
16th Jan 2020 7:43am
Such Thinking Is So Damn Obvious (You Can Do Better Than That)
now.....broken houses
fall
down for the
rubble play
ground of the children
of
all ages
all stages,
so we rage at stars and suck in
such fashion(s) never in style, (though stylish
any-time).
(Please feel free to insert inane judgement at any time....
fall
down for the
rubble play
ground of the children
of
all ages
all stages,
so we rage at stars and suck in
such fashion(s) never in style, (though stylish
any-time).
(Please feel free to insert inane judgement at any time....
#death
#God
#money
#heroin
#monsters
254 reads
2 Comments
thathustla
Poem Published
19th Dec 2019 2:13am
19th Dec 2019 2:13am
Relapse
Why am I so afraid of sleep?
So few know the secrets I keep
Nightmares wake me up with screams
Terror few will ever know it seems
I can’t be open with my thoughts
So I tie myself in so many knots
Crystal methamphetamine?
Better than the things I dream
I would rather stay awake for days
Eyes open... sitting alone in such a haze
The only drug that keeps me sane
Is heroin as it runs through my veins
The only peace I really know
Is when I’m lost in her warm glow
I’ll only buy a point I say
That doesn’t...
So few know the secrets I keep
Nightmares wake me up with screams
Terror few will ever know it seems
I can’t be open with my thoughts
So I tie myself in so many knots
Crystal methamphetamine?
Better than the things I dream
I would rather stay awake for days
Eyes open... sitting alone in such a haze
The only drug that keeps me sane
Is heroin as it runs through my veins
The only peace I really know
Is when I’m lost in her warm glow
I’ll only buy a point I say
That doesn’t...
#heartbroken
#drugs
#heroin
#shame
#addiction
397 reads
3 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 11:57pm
19th Nov 2019 11:57pm
STAY ALIVE (you can't save your soul...)
written for my brother Michael J Phillips
Trying to piece the heart back together
All the right words that come out wrong
Somewhere between hope and brokenness
Speaking of love when it just feels like a song
Bring us back from mere words and into reality
When circumstances are lies
Chains are an illusion when you don't know that you're free
We're still learning to open our eyes
The story tells of our darkest hour
When it all adds up as if to say
We're starved for the light and looking for power
When the sun doesn't...
Trying to piece the heart back together
All the right words that come out wrong
Somewhere between hope and brokenness
Speaking of love when it just feels like a song
Bring us back from mere words and into reality
When circumstances are lies
Chains are an illusion when you don't know that you're free
We're still learning to open our eyes
The story tells of our darkest hour
When it all adds up as if to say
We're starved for the light and looking for power
When the sun doesn't...
#depression
#suicide
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
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0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 5:01pm
12th Nov 2019 5:01pm
EveryOne Needs A Forwarding Address
Kamakazi rider, our honorable
suicide chump.
Blows the clouds away
just in time tea.
Junk planes on final mission.
It ain't the way it was planned,
dear Tokyo Rose.
When Fat Man and Little Boy
changed the destiny
the karma
the...
suicide chump.
Blows the clouds away
just in time tea.
Junk planes on final mission.
It ain't the way it was planned,
dear Tokyo Rose.
When Fat Man and Little Boy
changed the destiny
the karma
the...
#spiritual
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#meditation
175 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 8:03pm
4th Nov 2019 8:03pm
the next episode
an eighties child...a chic mod
listening to Prince and Bowie
watching ET. Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, the Goonies
preppies sporting Izods and members-only jackets
dreaming of living in Malibu and going to Pepperdine college
Reaganomics and D.A.R.E or drug abuse resistance education
it didn't work on me
I had a wild streak
I dare to try heroin at seventeen
I dare to investigate the seedy side of life first hand
by age eighteen I was on methadone
fighting a hardcore addiction
that...
listening to Prince and Bowie
watching ET. Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, the Goonies
preppies sporting Izods and members-only jackets
dreaming of living in Malibu and going to Pepperdine college
Reaganomics and D.A.R.E or drug abuse resistance education
it didn't work on me
I had a wild streak
I dare to try heroin at seventeen
I dare to investigate the seedy side of life first hand
by age eighteen I was on methadone
fighting a hardcore addiction
that...
#love
#death
#heroin
#addiction
#illness
299 reads
30 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
5th Feb 2019 2:47pm
5th Feb 2019 2:47pm
Victim of Nothing, I am a Survivor (instrumental by Mors)
I could give this all up fall in love with a new life
Got a new view of a new tribe
What did I do to deserve this new life
looking back percs in petty sacks
Off white china in .1 packs
Point of all this is I took it the max
Could this one book keep me from the casket
God my life has been so tragic
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual ...
Got a new view of a new tribe
What did I do to deserve this new life
looking back percs in petty sacks
Off white china in .1 packs
Point of all this is I took it the max
Could this one book keep me from the casket
God my life has been so tragic
Never enough
Never felt love like I did from the dub
Took it and run like I'm never coming back god
Never looking back on it living in the past, nah Imma let it go
Let it all go I'm a new individual ...
#identity
#heroin
#addiction
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
483 reads
0 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 7:05pm
6th Jan 2019 7:05pm
monsters_save_themselves
This is my decision shit
Sending all the sentences
Senseless sunk in sentiment
I said I just might let it in
This is my never quit
Solo on it might write again
bitch I make moves
pull up, drop, no parachute
Passive off aggression on
Pass you off no I'm at one
Stuffing I'm ready to bust at the tongue
I button and run with the sound of the drums
Push through that and I push through this
Run up my number my conscious can't quit
Looking for something different I wander
Pondering my options on how to...
Sending all the sentences
Senseless sunk in sentiment
I said I just might let it in
This is my never quit
Solo on it might write again
bitch I make moves
pull up, drop, no parachute
Passive off aggression on
Pass you off no I'm at one
Stuffing I'm ready to bust at the tongue
I button and run with the sound of the drums
Push through that and I push through this
Run up my number my conscious can't quit
Looking for something different I wander
Pondering my options on how to...
#heroin
#addiction
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Heroin
