Addicts Poems - Poems about Addicts

A DRUG ADDICT'S LAMENT KENSINGTON AVE IS WHERE I FIX A PLACE WHERE LADIES PLY THEIR TRICKS BUT UNDERSTAND THERE IS A FEE KENSINGTON AVE IS NEVER FREE WALKING NOW I’VE GOT THE SHAKES GET THERE SOON IS ALL IT TAKES THE CITY HAS ME IN A RUT EMPTINESS ROLLS AROUND MY GUT JUDY’S THERE SHE DOESN’T CARE FAST EDDIE HAS HIS DISTANT STARE AND THEN...

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some people love being " in love" are perpetually in love their cars and houses sing of it their pets and children take a back seat as they are all about this new fresh never-had-before feeling They exist and survive solely on the unique emotion of being in love Unfortunately, being-in-love stales, and molds up, and puts itself into a comfortable state eventually. When this happens, and...

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Gun addicts sad and looking glum No lives were lost to guns today - ...

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The need to escape is truly vast Usually from memories of the past Or a hungry need to get away From harsh happenings of today It's not so hard to make that choice When heart pain smothers your silent voice Others around you sweetly dreaming While your soul is endlessly screaming Do you know what it's like to be me? When your life's been...

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First before you say anything, I'm in love with my husband but the drug addiction gets hard to watch. *Possible trigger warning* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bongs, bubbles and needles... Awake days, even weeks on end Losing you slowing it's taking you from us... Sleeping alone to sleepless nights When will you wake up... Childhood pain, losing those you care about, so much sadness Numbing the...

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Becoming the prey I’m melting away like a 5 foot wick To show a skeleton of who was once the author Now the pencil tips break and the pens ink tends to escape My eyelids worked overtime as hazard lights, Trying to communicate That I'm still held captive in this reaction But it's okay, Cause I could...

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in the beginning there be only... a plus and a relative minus then... calculation of geometric parts that... revealed concepts in the minds make-up... of parallel thought-form ideas fostering... similar change in experiences of... so called time-addicts obsessions... with a number-able count... stans sand...

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Philadelphia, When you enter Philadelphia You will think that all the drug lords Of the World live in that USA State. Millions of drug addicts, Streets filling with homeless people Due to drug addictions And few secret reasons ... Which could be taken as  serious problem Of the USA government to look at first Than trying to...

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showy sunflowers natural light towers bright~~ night tides a bent field...

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You go to a party smoke a Little grass. Have a go at mushrooms, Cocaine and hash. A friend says hey do a line Of some speed. This is it, satisfaction Guaranteed. . Let me tell you how it's Going to be. I know because it happened To me. It consumes your soul, You’re a slave. ...

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I Don't quit. You will win Alcoholics Anonymous includes God The lesson: You have a spirit key That can take you to victory Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion II Love is action, a verb Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb The one you took pictures with:...

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Addicts injecting, ingesting, and inhaling their drugs. It's a dangerous life, trying to keep pace with the thugs. The addict uses, and pays dearly for the sin. The disease, effects all, it's under his skin. The trenches are full, of front-line...

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We were warned never to share “our business” with anybody Especially the social workers, nurses or school teachers. They were the enemy and would “take us away”. Our terror was the idea of what strangers could do to us. At least our mother was always sorry later. She loved us, right? We knew not to touch her stash. It was...

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Memories and friends that have all been lost The price of addiction, an insurmountable cost The price of addiction, talents misplaced Remember the runner left out of the race The tiny dancer gracing the floor Found no use for the song any more The once energetic with brush and paint Became quite happy just feeling faint What we have done for one more...

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Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts” Got a million more, three of which I'll now inflict On my unsuspecting pals Here on this weird locale Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked...

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