Sorry Addiction Poems | Examples
These Sorry Addiction poems are examples of Addiction poems about Sorry. These are the best examples of Addiction Sorry poems written by international poets.
Hello honey
I’m here to tell you
Dad is drunk again
He lost his ‘bout
An hour ago and
by gawd
He’s an animal
In every sense
goddamn
Yet I want to assure you
He is ever so thankful
You got your heart to lend
With your beautiful existence :)
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.
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.
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.
Sorry, T.V., I got another screen to check-out.
Sorry, my bodily heart, but I have another hobby
To ruin you until death do us part.
Sorry, my friends, but I got a new addiction.
(And your intuition is wrong if you've
Guessed the words "video game".)
Sorry, druggy fools,
I am not an addition to your shame.
Sorry, mommy and daddy,
I've got my own new set of rules.
He was thrown out by the evils of a wanton loose woman
who had stolen him from his family weeks ago,
The contrite father reluctantly returned home
begging forgiveness from his disillusioned wife
The children were relieved when she said no
because he refused to reverse his alcoholism
or change his gadabout, heathen-like behaviors.
Let's see, how many cups of coffee
Have I slurped in my sorry lobby
Thousands I'm sure
Leaking from my pores
Like trillions by now more than a hobby
Rush Passed
Don’t see
what is happening,
keep moving.
Don’t look,
you will have to stop.
You always do.
I am not in a hurry,
I want to see.
what exactly the world
has done to me.
I am homeless,
but I had a home.
I am on the streets,
because there is someone else,
in my bed.
I made bad mistakes,
and I am sorry.
Hurry now…
Don’t look.
Keep moving.
Peer at your license.
Remember the faces
of your children.
Try to recall the last words,
your boss said,
as you left?
Why does no one
want to speak,
to the me,
I have become?
The me…
I was…
is so lonely.
Help.
The scratching wakes me up
Ridiculously unsatisfying
Yet notoriously put there by shingles
Or excruciatingly painful allergen.
A scream for help
Time is in my way
Sorry I sid not sneak my Excedrin pm into hospital
Morphine is not cutting it.
Each time more insistent
On a more potent drug
81
I found
A place
But not sure
My mind
Can release
All the ones
In Framingham
Given to peace
To start anew
It’s a wide
Big world
For me to use
I’m sorry
Baby
If I had
To leave
You behind
Today's Bio
Point blank
Sorry for letting you down.
I have a major case of writers block.
I could not even pull off a simple collab.
You guys and gals are lucky.
I have no inspiration.
:(
SKAT
Addiction was her puppeteer
It pulled her every string
Drugs became the master of her fears
Depression was all it would bring
Some become puppets of greed
Pimping out their very souls
More, and more, and more they need
Satisfaction is never their goal
Envy is also a puppet master
Making us want what others possess
Pulling the strings of jealousy faster
And leaving us a sorry mess
Perhaps we, are just puppets of love
As our strings are pulled from above
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Screwed in the "Puppets" Contest
Dear wife Cathie is always saying
“Ain't no insanity in our family
Coz you dear hubby, you have it all”
Overflowing with a bunch of sillies
“You don't leave any for anyone else”
Pretty damn heartless of me
Sorry I don't mean to be a great big hog
Been loony since the age of three
Rating my farts is really important
Tells me if my diet's working good
Too much fibre, and that obnoxious odour
Can foul up the whole neighbourhood
Realize this is not a subject for a poem
But I had to unload it on someone
What are friends for but to help out friends
To help in control of one's bum
Dear wife Cathie is always saying
Ain't no insanity in our family!
© Jack Ellison 2013