Addiction Poems | Examples of Addiction Poetry

What More Can Be Taken I came from a house where love never stayed, Where fists did the talking and kindness decayed. Where silence was safer than saying a word, And a child’s small heartbreak was never once heard. I ran to the bottle, to smoke and to fire, Chased numbness like peace, sank deep in the vile. Got locked in a...

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Love potion, is so sweet, it comes in many forms, and can make you weak. Love potion, can make you smile, but really it may make you cry. Cry with pain, because it makes you do things that you would never agree to if you had not taken the love potion. Love potion, is tasteless,...

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Three men. Three shadows with human faces, Hands like chains, Voices coated in liquor and cologne — That same cologne still snakes through my chest, Claws at my lungs every time I smell it. They didn’t need chains — They used hands, words, filth. And God? Stood there. Silent. Watched them rip my clothes, Rip the light from my chest, While I begged the sky for mercy That...

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Amid the fire of twilight sun I wish I knew my way horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun has ashed my hope I pray for dark cloud constellation to free a steed for me to flee gunshot streets for primrose to steal my jaundice and burn the itch in roadside stars for me to follow scent and sight and find forsaken...

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The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the beginning of the next shift. They came, and they tested and then they required adherence to the law. What law? The one law...

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There is a silent visitor inside you now — softer than fresh-baked bread, more precious than gifts from wise men of the East. A second heartbeat, gently echoing beneath your own. You carry more than a name. You carry memories yet to be made, a mirror of past souls, a vessel for tomorrow’s joy. So walk gently, eat wisely, rest fully. That bottle of cider — it whispers...

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The game of life is fkd we supposed to value money so people get it by any means then its from the cops we runnin and people doing life for sellin green to the ones who tryna escape by gettin high, they known as fiends... an now they both behind that barbed wye and cut like seams and...

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The magic you will always return to, Isn't just the body of your love's quest; Like the body, your burdened soul once glue. The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue... Risk of timing grace you never confessed: The magic you will always return to, Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue, To free the touching mind posing unrest... Like the body, your burdened...

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Can't get you to understand. I already know your kind. You're really blind. Maybe, a sign, to you, will be given. To make you change, your way of living. I'm through with always giving. It's only your grave, that you're digging....

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Sweet is the impulse of love, the fundamental reason for life... Dreams of love, shine in the light of the stars, adorn the illuminated sky, with immeasurable divine splendor... When loving hearts, beat in the same rhythm, peace falls asleep peacefully, life becomes beautiful and shines the earth breathes pure air... When true love happens living is a gigantic...

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As I sit here, all alone And as I'm wondering if, I'll even eat at all; As I'm taking my first step towards; ...

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Social media has transformed how people communicate and interact globally, fostering connectivity and collaboration~ Why is it we can’t honor, respect, or be kind without cruelty in the mix?—Poet • increases the fear of missing out • leads doubt and unhealthy comparisons • creates unrealistic expectations • causes isolation • triggers dopamine addiction • anxiety and low self-esteem Don’t throw it all away~ Moderation is key! ...

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Like a cloud before the storm she drifted a quiet chaos behind her eyes a restless wind inside her chest. She had lived fast chasing luxury saying yes to everything except herself. One pocket to another she moved digging holes to fill others never noticing she was sinking. Now her young soul wanders chased by the storm she once fed. She regrets being born forgetting she once made the sun feel...

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In whispers of lyric and rhythm, we find, Resonate echoes, the heart intertwined. To contemplate in shadows, where thoughts softly steer, Soul steering moments, where dreams draw near. Dance in the twilight, let melodies flow, Listen intently, let the beat gently show. Hear the instruments weave their stories untold,...

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