Sorry Addiction Poems | Examples
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Regarding food Sweets are my best choice.
I like beverages Whichever may be
For any kind of swEets I will raise my voice.
Always sweets arE favourite to me.
In daily diet desserT to include.
From menu, sweets I cannoT exclude.
Though sorry to say, I’m diAbatic patient.
Yet to taste sweets Simply impatient.
Sugar cube can also Tempt me.
From sweets I can nEver flee.
Categories:
addiction,
My children it is God's love we seek not a woman's or man.
All humans are confused, no one understand.
One encounter with the true God.
Even church programs will seem odd!
All the talk about money and tithe.
Offering for prayer, is simply a lie.
What we all should be doing is Lifting God high!
One touch of His glory and you will never deny!
You won't ever care if you look like a fool.
I feel so sorry for worshipper trying to be cool.
He is our Creator, do you think he don't know.
When people are just religious and put on a show?
God knows when people are too ashamed.
To raise their hands and call His name!
He don't need a big church or full pew.
God will show up big for only You!
When He shows up, I just fall apart.
Because His presence is so soothing to the heart!
One true touch of God and you're never the same.
You'll know who truly knows Him and who's playing a game!
Categories:
8th grade, addiction, christian,
From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
Categories:
addiction, age, anxiety,
Start it off with a tiny bit,
But not too much so you can quit.
Still in control with nothing but wonders,
While it watches you fall into a slumber.
Strapped up around your arm,
Feeling no pain, feeling no harm.
Safely sound as you may feel,
But trust me—this is not the deal.
Tension unrolls as your eyes go back,
Heaven appears just like a track.
Zoning hard with spinning eyes,
Feeling numb and tearless cries.
Jolly and joy are starting to turn,
I never would have thought I’d feel this yearn.
Truth be told, this was a mistake—
And I’m sorry to say, this isn’t fake.
Before I died, I wept, I cried,
Thinking of all the ways to stay alive.
Saying to myself, What did I do, and why
Couldn’t I see that this gift from hell has blinded me?
Feeling nothing but sorrow to those who cared,
The pain I caused, the weight they bear,
Having that said, it doesn’t compare.
Wishing I could take it back,
I say with one last breath:
Please don’t let this
Be the cause of your death.
Categories:
addiction, death,
Breath my love,
It'll get easier soon enough.
Don't forget your past,
Learn to except it,
Your past has got you this far,
Learn from it,
No one ever said life would be easy,
Just keep going,
Breath my love,
You're doing great,
Please don't cry,
I'm still by you're side,
If you can't see me with your eyes,
Just breath my love
I'm still by you're side,
We started our journey a long time ago,
Now you are all I know!
I'll be okay tho,
Just Breath my love
I promise I'll try not to cry.
But I know now,
You're not by my side.
Promise not to cry,
When we finally say our goodbyes.
Im sorry, can't you see the pain in my eyes?
I don't want to breath my love.
I think it's time for me to leave..
Just breath my love
I'll still be by you're side.
Categories:
addiction, anxiety, best friend,
I keep my spoon hidden in a room where I sleep,
I’m a monster in hiding, a wolf among sheep.
The needle she calls me at all hours of the night,
to come do her biding. See It’s her I can’t fight.
She tells me she’s sorry for the pain she inflicts,
her kiss of addiction is what’s keeping me sick.
A fist full of medicine, a heart full of pain, spoon full of fantasy I shove in my veins.
Lost hope of my family, they see I’m a slave,
a soul that’s been traded for a life they can’t save.
A painful reminder these scars on my arms,
The map to my prison that’s done so much harm.
Tied off and tied up, searching for bliss,
a second reminder like the pain of a miss.
Quiet desperation the loss of my dreams,
The fact only a junkie could know what I mean.
In my mind sometimes I go back to my room,
Where I traded my life for what’s in the spoon
Categories:
abuse, addiction, death,
A stream of music flows through my mind
Petals picked, torn, ripped, from a disc
I can’t remember the last time it’s been tuned
Do I remember how to hum with intent so quick?
Or can I continue with this stream of fabrication,
Sewing its way into stuck keys
All the notes felt of a familiar off white marrow
Though the harmony cannot squeeze,
Through something so narrow
I’m sorry for the confusion,
of a backwards quaver
With gentle consideration
I’ll allow our love to waiver
Categories:
12th grade, addiction, boy,
i sat down
at a table,
and
i picked
up my
fork.
the fork had
several noodles
with
sauce wrapped tightly
around
it,
but when
i picked
it up,
they slid away
into
the dark abyss.
Categories:
abuse, addiction, angst, betrayal,
There's no doubt
you found out
the many affairs I hid
in a slick way...
they are exposed
and can't be ignored
they surely hurt!
Ah! Platonic feelings do much harm,
they don't wake us up with an alarm;
sweet are the adventures we pursue,
we won't stop 'till reality makes us blue!
I can't stand jealous eyes
when they stare so angrily;
nothing I do can stop them now:
so sorry that my commitment failed,
so fake were the words I whispered!
I betrayed the one I adored madly,
nothing I say can change tomorrow,
I have to pay and go away!
Time is passing slowly,
I gave up on true love for folly,
joy is not real happiness,
it doesn't last an eternity;
it's not found in strangers arms:
it's an escape for cheating hearts!
Do you have a wish for yourself?
Do you long for devotion and honesty?
Then, give up all platonic feelings
that do much harm constantly;
how lonely is the one who stares
at your charming picture on the shelf!
Categories:
addiction, betrayal, feelings, happiness,
My plate is always piled
yet my fork has nothing on it,
beamed up by sensory overload
onto a different culinary planet.
Please don’t think me rude
for leaving most of each meal,
it’s simply an agreement I made
with my devil, a self-imposed deal.
My fridge may look full
though recipes are few,
at least I know how to mix vowels
and consonants into a syllable stew.
This is an empty shame,
a hollow unrisen bun:
I’m male, I’m white, I’m educated,
so surely this cake should be done.
A deprivation tank which I worry
echoes an expected gay cliché;
“No, I’ve already eaten, I’ll snack later.
I’m not feeling well, sorry I can’t stay.”
Twenty years of hunger and binge
now seem to live inside my skin,
the pain a physical invisible
late fee payment for thin.
My bowl is always full, but my spoon has no story to be told.
My body is a restaurant chain business, finally ready to fold.
Categories:
addiction, analogy,
,, Bliblablubb",
,, bliblablaaa",
at 3o'clock in the morning,
shadows shed my eyes,
,, maybe I should've listened to dad",
since he always said,
dark ruines your eyes.
The days were funny made,
though indeed I need to thank the World for the hurtful fade.
Class, filled with crazy us.
Knew each other for 5 months? Maybe?
Funny it still was, we were forced to sit next to eachother.
And one Minute after,
I knew you ate an insect when you were younger, your parents are divorced and you are Bad at cooking.
Your long hair was cut of.
I thought you were just annyoed since you never couldn't see,
but it was,
because you started new.
Now you hang out with blaster 2, ofcourse known to be the badass of the City.
And you wearing joggings you always hated.
And Monster you never respected:
,, satanic they are"
You stumbled my mind with your words,
addressing with your dirty insult my god.
Sorry but there I was sure to end.
Categories:
addiction,
Feeling Sorry
Lie after lie after lie,
Looking and swearing right into your eye,
It’s always the same though I try,
I bleed and you cry,
You die and I’m high,
I’m low and your high,
You ask why and I’m lost in my mind,
You can search for it but it’s something you won’t find,
You’re right in front of me but I’m blind,
We seek answers but maybe it’s just my design,
You’re a perfect shape in every way but I’m undefined,
I’m angry at myself but you remain caring and kind,
I’m always in your mind and it’s unfair because I’m a cancer that’s malign,
I’m situated just behind your eyes,
So cut me out before I take your life.
Categories:
addiction, depression, drug, sick,
I'm seated at a table with papers on top
Looking up at every citizen has stopped
Their in accord to get an apology
Except, we all have a criminal philosophy
What is a human life without a friend
She went down in her mind playing pretend
Its so depressing to see these people in line
Who don't understand the variables
Of an unhealthy mind
So they judge and hate and make fun of the weak
Back firing on the guilty with moral support technique
I don't need to be reminded
By the sick minded
Who are sickened by me
I am trying to emotionally achieve
I am sorry
Categories:
abuse, addiction, anti bullying,
Destroyers
You,
the younger generation...
that wants,
and does not care.
That needs,
and demands... more,
from every human
born before their time.
They take from stores,
and from everyday people.
You don't care who you hurt,
or what happens after today.
But tomorrow will come.
Many will not bow
to your stupidity,
and you are so much
less than you believe
you are.
Wake the giant
and be sorry.
Wake the monster(s)
and know that your names
have been given to them.
They... will come for you.
In the day, and in the night.
There will not even
be a fight.
Only your sad crying,
as you are dying
from your hate.
It is your fate.
Categories:
abortion, absence, abuse, addiction,
Battery gonna die out at any random moment now.
Just gonna keep smoking that flower, it doesn't matter how.
So sorry to say that I'm gonna go right now, so ciao.
Categories:
addiction, drug, rap,