Addiction Poems

Addiction poems have been a favourite topic of poets. Too much passion, love, fascination, desperation often leads to addiction and time and again poets have dealt with this topic with such brilliance it floats between being a virtue and a vice. Explore this wonderful collection of poems about different types of addictions and their impact, be it physical or emotional. Some poems are written from the perspective of the addict while others are written by those who are close to them. Each poem on addiction encompasses a phase of life in itself.

Addiction & Subtraction

Addiction & Subtraction short poem

I am a lost soul, Half of a whole. Don’t really fit, Can’t seem to quit. Too soft for life, Too tough to die, A cage-less bird afraid to fly. Shrinking from a faceless fear, Risking all that I hold

The Add In Addiction

The Add In Addiction short poem

With precision we have destroyed Particles of ourselves impossible to recover With fate and lives we toyed And our bodies, souls smothered Families, relationships distraught Was something experience should have taught Yet with logic we always belie That on our

Addiction

Addiction short poem

I know,I just know… ..If I abuse I will be gone gone gone gone. More than a junkie, you can’t see it. I crave worse than narcotics. (I would trade this for being an alcoholic) Tragic? yeah it is tragic.

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An Addict, Am I?

An Addict, Am I? short poem

What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets

When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying short poem

All alone sitting on the edge of my bed My hands covering my face A moment when I silently pray to be invisible Moment when I feel like crying… Not many, but yes there are few such moments Appearing in

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

The Opium Smoker

The Opium Smoker short poem

He knows the place Its depths, its visions, its dark illusions And the face in the mirror Opaque with age The wispy beard now snowy white Clouds snag on the mountain peaks Fingers of rain stroke the earth Tracing their

The Chicago Cure

The Chicago Cure short poem

They came tired and torn, weary and worn They came male and female, straight and gay They came high and hooked, homeless and hungry They came addicted to alcohol, drugs, and crime They came for one last try, for freedom

By The Grace Of God

By The Grace Of God short poem

I thank you Lord for being in your hands, I thank you Lord for being part of your plan. I am on my own but I am not alone because it’s by your Grace that I can keep my pace.

Choices Good Or Bad

Choices Good Or Bad short poem

So here I am Sam Making choices good or bad The airhead lad Taking drugs, so sad He will never be glad, so sad Since he is hooked on drugs, too bad The life he will lead will be drab

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

The Quit

The Quit long poem

‘Twas the month before Christmas, I was feeling quite pleased 16 days since I smoked, 16 days since I wheezed The ashtrays were stashed, my lighter long gone The cravings more tolerable, not nearly as strong I reminded myself. “don’t

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

Parapluie

Parapluie short poem

Her favorite French word despite She hated the devices themselves Gutless spiders, she’d say, all legs Appetites for unwary heads, lop them off. As a compromise she didn’t own any hats Just a few holdover rain bonnets A pair of

Self Medication

Self Medication prose poem

Pharmacist’s pantry or landlord’s larder, choices aplenty for a mind so disposed. Maximum dosage to test the boundaries, roulette wheel silently spinning. Senses slither away like an exposed serpent, seeking the shapelessness of the shadows. The comforting numbness of certain

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

The Devil’s Juice

The Devils Juice short poem

This awakening has woken me Had days and days to think The route of all my evils Has been the devil’s drink It’s time for me to turn my back Be strong and to resist That deadly juice that ruined

Message Written Off

Message Written Off short poem

I need Any need to stitch an acid, bare designed, in endoplasm, when moon was walking like a full-breasted bride? The synthetic feat was neat and clinical, yet I want to turn back and talk about something which heals the

Withdrawal Symptoms

Withdrawal Symptoms short poem

My body racked with tremors, In a corner I sit huddled. The shaking will not rest Till the demon in me is fed, I long for the taste, One taste would make it all go away. My body yells its

Fear Of Falling

Fear Of Falling short poem

Thinking, contemplating my current situation. Scared. The lights of the city are turning down. From this view I can see everything. I’m watching her come down for the night. Helping me to not come down alone. Slowly, dying together. From

On The Rocks

On The Rocks short poem

I’ve blown some rocks and now I’m chillin’, An’ around my head my thoughts are swillin’, It’s a warmin’ cool without a doubt, So good when lighten’d up an’ mellow’d out. In dear drugs I find solace, not cheap friends!

The Bro You All Knew

The Bro You All Knew ballad

He will grant you those wishes And make them come true In the blink of an eye Gold and silver for you The price you must pay Costs more everyday Not valued in money Nor formed out of clay Stolen

Nurturing Lungs

Nurturing Lungs short poem

A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea And how perfectly made they are My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied While his lungs let go of the tar “If that balloon pops, I shall cry I already feel just like

Serpent

Serpent ode

One womb Snip it One shame Snip it away Umbilical residue Stains the birth Of a sinister soul That won’t be tamed His tears of hunger Venomous Burn his mother’s skin The incipient evil Amplifies and flourishes Having inherited it

Old Friends

Old Friends long poem

You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you

Withdrawal

Withdrawal prose poem

Our conversations are like kisses to me. Your mouth opens and closes in tandem with mine as we share emotions and intimacies, translating incomprehensible feelings from the hearts of our hearts. I feel you more in your absence than I

Sweet Maria

Sweet Maria short poem

I saw Mary with sweet serenity This feeling she brought to me Is never to be taken Again and again it will never end My eyes are weary My tears solidarity Fall down with a smile But she took it

Drug Of Life

Drug Of Life short poem

Love, what a beautiful addiction. Drug, with no prescription. Throughout life it is used, limits easily abused. Aroma, oh so sweet. Looks, sometimes a cheat. Yet, we take what we can get. Our greatest asset. With drugs come side effects:

The Tippler

The Tippler short poem

Drowning in glass and aluminum Seduced by a sadistic lover A nickel for your thoughts And a penny for another Self worth turns to self pity As the shimmering facade is drained Expressions once so full of life Have become

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar