Addicted Poems - Poems about Addicted

Livin like I'm on the streets Kuz I'm just too beat My life never been sweet Been a rough f*kn road since day one Can't even pretend this is fun This run is way over done But the double yellow lines & no shoulder Got me stuck in this lane It's f*kn lame I dream about boring and plain Begging for a...

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Our lives blown like a hurricane Scattered pieces 'cross our world's domain We've sworn to Christ in Jesus name I've wondered if everyone's stems like mine Like grapes bunched on a twisted vine...

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UNAMUSED BY YOUR SCARE TACTIC A HEROIN ADDICT ADDICTED TO FENTANYL PERCHED UP AT THE BIGGEST FENTANYL OPERATION IN CHICAGO SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED WHERE TWO FAMILY MEMBERS DIED FROM THIS FENTANYL OPERATION THE USE OF 1959 65 YEAR OLD HEROIN ADDICT MENTALLY ILL GRANDMOTHER GREIVING BELIEVING JOE BIDEN IS COMMUNICATING WITH HER...

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Pink opiate at breakfast Two blues at lunch A tiny green pill at break Druggie? Just a hunch Easily addicted His choices now conflicted The highs are great, the lows not so bad He decides to stay addicted, my cousin Chad...

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The black rose, oh so beautiful, A source of comfort yet so bitterful. As I clutch on tightly, the thorns pierce me deeply. The pain, so fierce, yet I hold on so, For the comfort it brings is so overwhelming I cant let go. The blood that stains my arms a rusty red, a reminder of a love so dead. Now...

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Im addicted to your energy and your raw rare vibe Like, you give me that don't want to come down never ending high The rareness and the realness in you is mainly what I peep But it's your masculinity and the way you make me want to bow down that got me weak Im addicted to your kisses,...

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The truth was left lying... Somewhere within the duration of our comfortable silence. I can taste all of my unshed tears, as the gift of fluidity in the language of love and violence. Solutions tear at me and drag me under as I pull away from the foreign sense of inner purity, and as I become lost in contrast, and my insights blind, I become...

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I'm addicted to the sound of Of silence Like the wind blowing on cold morning Oho yes !!! I'm addicted If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total ??silence ?? . I'm addicted I'm addicted Like a poet addicted To metaphors and rhymes that Are line to lyrical...

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Need another hit of my poetic fix Eyes red bleeding from reading I am a little better or worse Than a drug addicted person Could be me but I like pipe dreams Poetry streaming Kisses are from the ceiling fan Blowing on typing hands Could this be my red romance Fact or fiction driven by diction In my mind I am on...

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I should never have loved in inequality. I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as you. But damn it, love is blind! I suppose it’s by design for, had I to do it all over again I must admit I would love you all over again knowing… that you can’t be loved. ...

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Addicted to your kiss passions fire runs through my veins till our last embrace...

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Wrong or right, darling, you are the one! Your willing slave am I, with nowhere to run. The fullness of life with you just blooms, As I saunter our sparkling, marbled, rooms. This slave will always belong only to you! Wrong or right, how can this possibly be? That those sparkling eyes, hold me so captively. But, being so lost in...

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Addiction is not a pretty word But when it accompanies love It has a different connotation I want to add love to addiction Or augment addiction to love To make things sweeter, my Lord. I learned not to be addicted to no one But it is alright to be addicted to God But it is fine to be addicted to love Love is a...

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I can not shake this feeling There something I need to do I don’t think I can get through the day If I don’t have you You’ve become my only outlet To release me from the pain The only way I can de-stress To disconnect my brain I may be over thinking I’m trying to...

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