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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 12:52pm
9th Apr 2024 12:52pm
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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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
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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
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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
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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
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Poetryman
Poem Published
9th Oct 2023 1:11am
9th Oct 2023 1:11am
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
330 reads
8 Comments
TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
30th Aug 2023 3:34am
30th Aug 2023 3:34am
The enemy that is me
The emptiness that is filling me
Is suffocating me
Paralyzing me
It’s fucken eating me away
The days fly with no purpose
Meaningless to do lists
To make this existence feel somewhat worth living
Somewhat Ok
I’ve ran all the good parts of me and my shambolic life straight into the ground
To cover the shame I smoke
To forget the failure I smoke
To avoid the guilt I smoke
I don’t even get high anymore
But I smoke to be numb
That’s my favorite place to be
Desensitized and lost in a...
Is suffocating me
Paralyzing me
It’s fucken eating me away
The days fly with no purpose
Meaningless to do lists
To make this existence feel somewhat worth living
Somewhat Ok
I’ve ran all the good parts of me and my shambolic life straight into the ground
To cover the shame I smoke
To forget the failure I smoke
To avoid the guilt I smoke
I don’t even get high anymore
But I smoke to be numb
That’s my favorite place to be
Desensitized and lost in a...
#heroin
#shame
#addiction
#honesty
#emptiness
737 reads
6 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 10:17pm
8th Jun 2023 10:17pm
Liquid Dreams
#heroin
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4 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
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TellyLace88
I_Am_Her
I_Am_Her
Poem Published
18th May 2023 10:28am
18th May 2023 10:28am
Cleansing
There is something so very consoling for me about the rain
The way the universe speaks,
Perhaps even cries
Expressing itself through the roaring thunder and strikes of lightening
I've always found myself in a state of effortless imperturbabilty
Consuming myself in the rain and all it brings
The feel of it on your skin, the smell, the sound
Bringing life to all on the verge of or that have already died
I could use a good cleansing
I am filthy beyond belief
Beyond what I am willing to admit to myself or say out loud
The...
The way the universe speaks,
Perhaps even cries
Expressing itself through the roaring thunder and strikes of lightening
I've always found myself in a state of effortless imperturbabilty
Consuming myself in the rain and all it brings
The feel of it on your skin, the smell, the sound
Bringing life to all on the verge of or that have already died
I could use a good cleansing
I am filthy beyond belief
Beyond what I am willing to admit to myself or say out loud
The...
#heroin
#confessional
#addiction
#SelfReflection
#weakness
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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
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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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