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.

Hooked

Hooked long poem

Smoke a little weed, drink a little drink, there’s nothing to it or so you think but before you keep going you need to take a good look because underneath there lies a hook. So you do a little here

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

No Goodbyes

No Goodbyes short poem

It was that wicked drug, Not some contagious bug, That caused a goodbye without a hug. We certainly cried when you died, And our tears eventually just dried, Because your potential to shine was denied. Even though you are dead,

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I

Twitter

Twitter short poem

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

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

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.

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

Poems containing references to : Addiction

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

Attention

Attention short poem

In days when we have thousands of distractions It’s hard to maintain the interaction Between two people who are having fun, Who want to have relationship of number one. However in the age of modern era We have addiction of

Dang, Thy Gossip

Dang,  Thy Gossip short poem

Their gossip is a debauched addiction, Aided by an imagination, so absurd… The borders amid actuality and fiction; Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird! They are uncaring for infliction caused, Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil… For

Father Bob

Father Bob prose poem

In Chicago, by the early 70’s, many great churches had taken flight Off to suburbia they went, seeking refuge from crime and blight In the late 60’s, one man answered the call to win the lost to Christ He moved

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Finally Alone

Finally Alone short poem

Self-love is the path to enlightenment, they say. A needle in the arm, a line snorted will never compare with a kiss on the cheek. A shot down the gullet or vapors inhaled will pale to a long lingering hug.

Feelings

Feelings prose poem

Our central nervous system together with all its neuron cells make up our brains and spinal cords And with it all our emotions and feelings which signal when there is something wrong with us That is how a mother can

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings..

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings.. prose poem

We are going to Dubai yeah yeah Everyone so excited hey hey The one who is not is me Why o why I hear you ask ‘Coz I have a question on my mind And it is quite a task

So Tiered

So Tiered long poem

I tried, I tried And everything I do my mind goes back to you All the things you said drove me mad They made me feel miserable and sad But it’s not like my life depended on you Yet still

Accepting Myself

Accepting Myself short poem

Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

But I Gave You All 20s

But I Gave You All 20s short poem

Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a

Thinking, Not Thinking

Thinking, Not Thinking short poem

There is no thought in a fired head; Symphonious splashes of singing color hide in the back behind filling-wander. In luxury his lines moves lead; The thoughtless thick then ambitious brother isolate to suffer in self-shot slander. Then, to suffer

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Paradox

Paradox short poem

I’ve been self reflecting, But my mirror is broken. I’m a paradox. The only thing I know about my self Is that I know nothing about myself at all. Or do I? Through my broken mirror, am I lying? Or

If I Were A Book

If I Were A Book short poem

If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one

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Woman

Woman prose poem

That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the

Flower

Flower short poem

Our life Is like a flower How will we know our scent and beauty to last forever.

Voyages

Voyages prose poem

Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.

Rampant Impala

Rampant Impala short poem

Heartbroken men build beautiful fires Alcoholics are not the only liars Reach out before time expires Fulfil all your heart’s desires Stale old beer is better than no beer Let go of fear Can’t remember the last time I shed

What A Change

What A Change short poem

Democracy Is no longer What it used to be… Democracy was Government Of the people; By the people; And, for the people! But, Today, Democracy is… Government Of the people; By politicians— For capitalists!

Why Today?

Why Today? short poem

Why today? Many ask Why not today? The reply should be For Good things For jovial things For gatherings For Picnics For Meeting a lover You want it today For all other which does not suit you you dont want

Things will never be the Same

Things will never be the Same short poem

It’s just the way the world spins Things are never the same again Once a heart is broken it is never the same You can try and make those changes Try to get it back as it was But the