Addiction Poems | Examples of Addiction Poetry

I was new at the Jewish senior home In the center garden I saw old man read a tome I asked his name, to start a conversation, "Marvin Klutznik", he replied, to my consternation. I had paid so much to be in the place The man I was speaking was a global disgrace I felt like departing, but since not...

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I hear him through the speakers. He wanders in my mind. What have I done? I have one broken chance left. God, help me Because I can’t see myself anymore. A subtle whisper, But not a zephyr. Crackle, crackle. “She is watching you.” “You know she is using you.” “Strike back.” He decodes my reality. The channels crack with vibrant energy. “Nobody can hear us.” What do you want from...

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Hear me out please, Lord, for to you I do pray. I’ve lost my direction lately, will you point the way? I’m trying to redirect myself as you asked me to. Now I need your help, I am counting on you. Should I sit here and wait for you, I don’t have a clue. I...

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These are things in my past, of which I’m not proud. I did these things merely to fit in the crowd. The direction of my life, I didn’t have a clue. I saw many people, Lord, claiming to know you. I would avoid them, due to the things that they’d say. Like repent to be...

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When the poem became tears As the ink drips, I have become an emotional basket case. My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs At the sound of the opening bells, Tariff wars targeting the poor, Evil Eyes merges with the Texas Tycoons What is the poor trader's offense? Going once, going twice, To be poor is to be...

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A promise born, a life designed, To emancipate, to break the bind. But fate dealt blows, parents passed away, Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray. She sells her body, a living corpse, A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force. Uncertainty looms, her future unsure, A womb evacuated, her soul obscure. Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul, Yearning for companionship, a heart...

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We abuse, pollute and poison to help us free our minds pushing our bodies beyond all reason a starvation of kind the brain the all important I the housing just a host so when the self gives up on life the spirit becomes a ghost. Our buildings far from temples though we think we are gods the message sent is mental our roles reversed for dogs trying...

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Healing through drinking. Enjoying life through smoking Tobacco and weed. Perhaps natives were always Onto that very something....

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PERHAPS PETERS WIFE OF 60 YEARS WOULD BE .CONCERNED I CAN NO LONGER BE EXTORTED BLACKMAILED OR EMBEZZLED TO SUPPORT THE GARGANO NIGHT CRAWLERS FROM JAMAICA PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON INCLUDING CATRINA BELL TALISA SHAW ALICIA HILTON JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY FLEEING TO CALIFORNIA POSING AS BOB SATTERFIELD GRANDDAUGHTER WHAT A JOKE TWISTED CON ARTIST YOU'RE...

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Avoid their stares. Listen to their words. Do they care? Neglect your needs. Don't socialize. Hate yourself. Empathize. Empathize with everybody except yourself. No! Lies! Forgive! And love yourself! ...

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Lyrics by JT Curtis Performed by Ann Icarus My Fate As I sit here in this room Dark and lonely, Contemplate Thinking too much This can't wait Carefully planning My Escape I write down words That no one will read about a love that no one will feed So, I'll just sit here with a pocket of seed Escaping to a place to grow As...

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We're criminals from heaven, committing spiritual crime. Disobeying the Creator with our body and mind. His law was made plain to us right from the start. Still if we allow Him, he'll write it on our hearts. But I'd like to say, please keep this thought in mind. The earth is a Rock and we're all doing time. If we don't...

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"Through It All" I fell to habits hard to break I made mistakes I should not make The weight of stress upon my chest I gave the world my very best And still I cracked and still I fell Trapped inside my private hell But you stayed close and held...

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I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion that I must be a lunatic; else what sufficiently explains the smirking smut clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion— outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},— persuades me to heed your haughty strut? Each inch of every corner of my gut is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion. ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation! why,why,why must I make the same mistake instead of just quite well so simply...

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Another oath I’ve sworn, Another spoken lie. Any way to home, Court me into a door open wide. Another totem born, Another standing so high. Another day, Another poem, Thoughts come in the form of rhyme. Rows of corn, Pleased to be born, Taught to stand in line. Thoughts worn and dry, Fields seem forlorn, Ought to stand...

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