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.
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Bumped 28th Dec 2019 10:24pm
4th Nov 2019 6:18pm
4th Nov 2019 6:18pm
Third Eye Blind (instrumental by Mors)
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#heroin
#addiction
#MentalHealth
1042 reads
4 Comments
nickbar
Nick Bartek
Nick Bartek
Poem Published
25th Dec 2019 5:45am
25th Dec 2019 5:45am
Watching Dreams Dissolve
Bask in Filth
Behind eyelids
Name your price
Betray senses
Scarred for life
Charred remains
Awoke dead
Left in the blaze
Milk my soul
None to give
When you’re gone
Can’t seem to live
Years disappear
Beneath my skin
Blow out my brains
Won’t let you in
Behind eyelids
Name your price
Betray senses
Scarred for life
Charred remains
Awoke dead
Left in the blaze
Milk my soul
None to give
When you’re gone
Can’t seem to live
Years disappear
Beneath my skin
Blow out my brains
Won’t let you in
#drugs
#heroin
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4 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
1040 reads
3 Comments
alisvolat82
Poem Published
10th Dec 2019 2:33pm
10th Dec 2019 2:33pm
Parade of Darkening Days
#heroin
#addiction
552 reads
1 Comment
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
492 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
#illness
#heroin
#addiction
755 reads
30 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 6:16pm
1st Nov 2019 6:16pm
Day 2
18 months of recovery and I am back on day 2
A 3-day heroin binge, what else do you expect an addict to do?
Every day sober is a miracle and I had many,
but complacency snuck in and my old ways came back out
Let go, let it out, never seemed forever loud
of the voice in my head screaming to vacuum up the powder
I cannot give up this, for to quit is to die
what's inside the abyss, lonely nights of vice and sin
There is no starting over, that illusion has been smashed
I walk a path not on my own, but only some god may know...
A 3-day heroin binge, what else do you expect an addict to do?
Every day sober is a miracle and I had many,
but complacency snuck in and my old ways came back out
Let go, let it out, never seemed forever loud
of the voice in my head screaming to vacuum up the powder
I cannot give up this, for to quit is to die
what's inside the abyss, lonely nights of vice and sin
There is no starting over, that illusion has been smashed
I walk a path not on my own, but only some god may know...
#LifeStruggles
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#SelfDiscovery
834 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 3:52pm
1st Oct 2019 3:52pm
ghosts
The ghost
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was locked
And put the paper on the table after all it was
Only good to swatting flies.
Well, it was not a thief they do not knock
Before entering, I went back to bed again.
Before going back to sleep, I thought it was
Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who
Had nowhere to...
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was locked
And put the paper on the table after all it was
Only good to swatting flies.
Well, it was not a thief they do not knock
Before entering, I went back to bed again.
Before going back to sleep, I thought it was
Not an assassin, perhaps a phantom who
Had nowhere to...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana
#addiction
531 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 8:44pm
30th Aug 2019 8:44pm
Song of The Sumptian
Running the Mill
for a Spill of the Swill.
Make of it what you Will,
and i'll be your Buffalo Bill ,
(honey'doll)
And so this song occurred in me brain,
it recalls of an undies skidmark stain.
Human'life bogged down in folly's domain .
(As goes la provenzia, so goes the urbane).
I say, ol'chum, have you e'er did see,
A sight so sightly as a knuckle'head tree?
Or perhaps standing at the precipice be,
Waggin' me dickie-bird for one last pee.
ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd ...
for a Spill of the Swill.
Make of it what you Will,
and i'll be your Buffalo Bill ,
(honey'doll)
And so this song occurred in me brain,
it recalls of an undies skidmark stain.
Human'life bogged down in folly's domain .
(As goes la provenzia, so goes the urbane).
I say, ol'chum, have you e'er did see,
A sight so sightly as a knuckle'head tree?
Or perhaps standing at the precipice be,
Waggin' me dickie-bird for one last pee.
ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd ...
#happiness
#storm
#heroin
#food
#hurt
533 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Aug 2019 2:50pm
25th Aug 2019 2:50pm
Wit All Due Respect To Ram Dass (Dr. Richard Alpert)
Did you see
me
anywhere
today? I'm stuck in some damn Here and Now.
Can't see behind. Can't see ahead.
Here and Now. Such an inglorious position
for any such human, wouldn't you say?
I know you don't want to be here. We wouldnt want to
miss yoga class over something
so fckn silly.
Lost in the Here and Now ! Damn.
( What paradoxymoronic cunundrum !)
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
me
anywhere
today? I'm stuck in some damn Here and Now.
Can't see behind. Can't see ahead.
Here and Now. Such an inglorious position
for any such human, wouldn't you say?
I know you don't want to be here. We wouldnt want to
miss yoga class over something
so fckn silly.
Lost in the Here and Now ! Damn.
( What paradoxymoronic cunundrum !)
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#redemption
#admiration
556 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 10:25am
8th Aug 2019 10:25am
broken mirror
broken mirror
The ship has gone sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room
I sweat and try to stop my hands
from trembling; where are
all my friends that drank with me in the bar.
They fired me threw me ashore
the bastards;
dignified
Walking down the gangway,
Cheap suitcase
two fingers in the air hiding
My tears
I have to leave this room,
must walk tall, I’m tough
that right, butut first
I need a little drink or two.
The ship has gone sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room
I sweat and try to stop my hands
from trembling; where are
all my friends that drank with me in the bar.
They fired me threw me ashore
the bastards;
dignified
Walking down the gangway,
Cheap suitcase
two fingers in the air hiding
My tears
I have to leave this room,
must walk tall, I’m tough
that right, butut first
I need a little drink or two.
#drugs
#heroin
#marijuana #addiction
#marijuana #addiction
660 reads
1 Comment
BrandonBuckingham
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 6:25am
17th Jul 2019 6:25am
Even for a Day
Click the link for audio:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj--P6gNRQ0
Lyrics:
Old roots, New trees
who's who in this sea of green?
I've been thinking late that i'm lonely
i've been wishing days would quit rolling
and the fate that i'm holding
would just break, begin folding
straight away, still i'm only 23
Maybe things will brighten up
haven't been writing quite enough
but I like the light that I see
stare too long til i'm blinded
Got a right to privacy
but my brain comes unwinded
and i'm...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tj--P6gNRQ0
Lyrics:
Old roots, New trees
who's who in this sea of green?
I've been thinking late that i'm lonely
i've been wishing days would quit rolling
and the fate that i'm holding
would just break, begin folding
straight away, still i'm only 23
Maybe things will brighten up
haven't been writing quite enough
but I like the light that I see
stare too long til i'm blinded
Got a right to privacy
but my brain comes unwinded
and i'm...
#sadness
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#MentalHealth
658 reads
3 Comments
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