Addicts Poems

Addicts poems bring the best collection of short and long addicts poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great addicts rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these addicts poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on addicts are here for you.

Destination Addicts

Destination Addicts short poem

The road to destination is wide & vague, Some get ahead, others lag behind, Other’s mission is to fail those ahead, Some find excuses to stay behind, Others are spectators, just watching the race, Others are oblivious to their status

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Girls Are Not For Sale

Girls Are Not For Sale prose poem

It’s a tale of the daughter of India! A tale of a young girl so pale Being brutally raped and killed by a ferocious male. She began her day with a fine sunshine, And ended her day with an inhuman

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

Fatal Hero

Fatal Hero prose poem

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Tell Them About Bob

Tell Them About Bob prose poem

Tell all of his descendants, and all others who will listen Tell them that once upon a time there was a man named Bob,and that this man had a dear wife named Carol. Tell them that Bob was a lover

The Apnea Of Superman

The Apnea Of Superman short poem

THE Man thought in the dark… of mass derailments of bank assailants of pleading beggars’ eyes of polished politicians’ lies of toxic chemical dumps of reclusive addicts’ slump of repulsive battle sounds of trampled sacred grounds THE Man thought in

Saviour

Saviour short poem

You entered our landscape of suffering and suffered yourself for our sake You knew we were addicts recovering and trapped by our every mistake Our grief over goodness distorted would daily unsettle our souls And though we found routes to

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis long poem

The children were purpled at a very quick glance you could kid yourself they’d gotten into grape juice taken the blueberries out of the freezer had a fight with makeup of some kind they were just dead each lying on

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Yes, She Was A Girl

Yes, She Was A Girl short poem

The day she took birth, She was taken as a burden on this Earth. The day she was told that she is a girl and only deserves to die, Was the day she decided to succeed and held her head high.

Unattended

Unattended short poem

Evening wore a floral dress. Blue birds announced their departure opening red wings. You know them, buffs of night who would not wait for the moon to rise and I had nothing to hide. These tragic toes black with gangrene

Share Unfair

Share Unfair short poem

Regardless of contentions being branded reprobate Carried on just believing a share of my dished fate Others with own schema never once looked behind Kept waiting in expectancy but bliss was hard to find Harsh while in beginning then slowly

How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

Death At My Threshold

Death At My Threshold prose poem

“What is it that makes you flabbergasted, my dear mortal? This isn’t for the first time you’ve been throttled by the fear of demise” says the death angel while ripping apart my bones. “Why am I still remain, to you,

The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

The Shadow is not me But it is still mine That is why I say to my friends See how long my shadow is Or how short it is Sometimes multiple shadows But when I was growing up I asked

Ford’s Theater, April 15th, 1865,

Fords Theater, April 15th, 1865, ode

Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey and draughts of arrack nonetheless (without doubt),

Knight Of The Round

Knight Of The Round long poem

He rides towards the setting sun Further and further from his special one The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat He rides through the desert to find the Prince. Commissioned

The Lonely Earth

The Lonely Earth short poem

Why is everyone so alone at night? The light that was everywhere just minutes before, Condenses into small balls of fire at the corner of the road. Beggars stop and cars leave, Crime happens and nobody screams. Boisterous and over-working

Another Untitled Sonnet

Another Untitled Sonnet sonnet poems

She told me to move on, I was reluctant, But I needed to be gone…! I tried so hard to let go, And nothing was the same, As I was falling to my lowest low…!! A glimmer of hope, Shone

Colourful Days

Colourful Days short poem

A colourful umbrella reminds you to tell her you’re leaving today on the train You can’t help the weather in puddles against leather as the rain flows quite gently along down the road to the drain I had sunshine so

Be Quiet

Be Quiet short poem

You be quiet Lest you may feel sad When a passenger is robbed When a lady is accosted When a car dashes on pavement When bike riders snatch jewels When a car is stolen When an accident takes place If

Rifts In The Sky

Rifts In The Sky short poem

And so the clouds diverge, And so the gashes form, And so unleashed is the fury. Mother Nature shows her might. Mother Nature shows her power. The sky rips open, The sky releases the torrents, The sky hails upon all,

Happy Lake

Happy Lake short poem

Morning has once again broken Thanks again it is so lovely I have awoken I’m about to walk again down the future road Come with me my friends and share the load Lots of happiness I am going to take

Mother Nature And Us

Mother Nature And Us short poem

Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again

The Sahara

The Sahara short poem

The blazing sun it scorches the dry golden sand. Up above a Red Tailed Hawk screeches it echo’s for miles yet not another sound.. The intense heat waves add to the stillness giving it a more desolate eerie and lonely

The Walls

The Walls short poem

A green smoke was rising to ferret out the elusive pain without body. I went in search of fidgety words to patch up the conflicts of flesh. Bold as Passiflora, Crucifixion was complete. Today a gift of obeyance will arrive.

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass

The Unsung Song Of A Lanky Lass short poem

Like the chameleon which changes it’s color with the aura So was she, her beauty changed with her mood She was hurt by men And never wanted to love She hated love and then Never wanted to speak to men

Lost My Name

Lost My Name short poem

Did you taste the ejecta after a sacred ritual of exploding a makeshift bomb in a crowded market? I am worried. I am becoming death, curling backward. The wood spirits have started a fire dance. The healing, yes, it comes

Marionette

Marionette short poem

Marionettes made to do with hands on strings Serpants smiling squirming savage stings A hope for justice as the pendulum swings You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing Coarsing through your blood is acid The road now you

Life Is Not A Limited Bound

Life Is Not A Limited Bound short poem

Life is not a limited bound …. life lies under the ocean of tears, after the phase of fears . There is much beyound complaining , there is so much left to do beside just saying . Leaving behind the

Running

Running short poem

I am running. Too fast to stop. I am rushing. I am close to getting lost But I won’t wait, Because my patience is running out. My peace is running dry. I’m running for my life. All my mind is

Embrace Me

Embrace Me short poem

My beloved please embrace me for last I want to live in present not in past In front of beauty love has to blast Life is too short and time is too fast From the day beauty is in cast

Feeling Alive

Feeling Alive short poem

Pain, I feel you I feel alive again You are a semblance Of my living Breathing in and out Deep or not Sighing again Long or short The tears that flow by Do not wash you But a response Of

Absinthe

Absinthe short poem

I was a non-believer in exodus of nothingness. Here you are, I am. In crimson sky talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. Fill up my glass with tears of joy. And sleep I must in the arms of sorrow. There

Heart’s Journey Home

Heart’s Journey Home ballad

Have you looked to the heavens – a star-filled sky Searching for answers, but not knowing why In that moment of doubt a vision appears A stream of white that brings you to tears A shooting star, a message meant

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

The Moon

The Moon short poem

Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter It

Canvas

Canvas short poem

The sky, My canvas on which I paint The colors of my life Using strokes of the clouds Dipped in the palette of wind… Do i wish for the stars? Or the moon? Or is it just the plain simple

Heaven

Heaven short poem

Swirl in the maze in His eyes Fall through white cotton floss Chase after my ankles She flutters and you Yank out the strands of hair you get; immerse yourself in your being she grants you this freedom Strangle her

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

Missing You

Missing You short poem

So much closer are our hearts ; Then why we both are this apart . With you I want to get up every morning ; Every moment I need you ! my darling . I want to watch you all