Best Addictions Poems
Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!
There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!
Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!
Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.
God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!
Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?
It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!
Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!
Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”
May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!
Lord Jesus, we all need you so much! This very hour!
We can’t make it alone! Without your power!
Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!
You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!
By Jim Pemberton 11/23/14
What is addiction to you?
So many reply I got no addictions
Is that true of you?
It’s not for me ~ I have addictions
Facebook is my big distraction
Stealer of my time ~ thats addiction
So many things are addictions not just alcohol drugs,sex,gambling
The lists go on n on
So ~ why do we point the finger at others?
Without first looking inwards at ourselves
A post on Facebook angered me
This is why this poem i wrote
I was on this post by a guy
Sharing a video of homeless dude
Sadly recently passed away
Yeah on streets drug overdose
The guy said he was amazing
Touched me deep in my heart
Lady Comment no drug addict is amazing, not them kinda folk
How dare she judge, condemn
Nobody~ I mean nobody can judge another
I wanted to write if you cant say something positive shut your negative mouth
I didn’t I wrote this instead
I believe thats why suicides rise
People cant cope, looking for hope
But so much judgement
I know ~ once I almost took my life
I was entrapped in a web of hopelessness
An angel in form of a dog
Big brown eyes gazed lovingly at me
High tide, was up to my waist in the sea
Can take you to very spot ~
I have a thing about eyes
These eyes saved my life
Some said I was nuts saying an angel like dog
Way ~ hey really, here to tell the tale
I do still thank God for sending the dog
Dog walked along promenade
In front of me, disappeared
When I reached mum’s door
A divine moment nobody can rob from me
Please be kind, think before you speak~ don’t judge
Let your heart overflow to others
You don’t know whose life you might save.
Written 02/07/2026 by me Scottydotti :)
All you need is the will. Where there is a will, there is always a way.
But, my polluted mind couldn't see the path to success ahead.
No map exists to sobriety, or a magical compass to recovery
The lifestyle I once lived, so empty and desolate.
Only able to completely rely on my own self.
For recovery, you need people. And, people are willing to help.
I surrounded myself with all of the acronyms.
AA, NA, MIA. I felt lost in the madness.
A peer in recovery helped me find a start; a Detox program.
These words so unsettling to any real drug addict.
But, this time I was done. Beyond done, Completely over it.
Their medications allowed me to surpass that three day barrier.
A mark of achievement I had so many other times missed.
By day seven, I started to feel slightly more normal.
A pre-dope normal, one that existed before the drugs took over.
But, then I opened my eyes and I saw the doors.
I knew exactly where those doors led to...
They led to the street. They led right back to the needle.
So I just stayed, and moved right into their inpatient program.
A place I swore wholeheartedly I would never go.
The twenty-eight days can be summed up in one word: Reassuring.
Each day I grew more confident, and began to feel reassured.
Just when I came to an acceptance that recovery was truly possible.
Once again, I stood weary at those same two doors.
I decided to speak out. It came from a place of fear and despair.
I was directed into a new form of safe haven.
IOP, with an emphasis on the "intensive."
For four hours a day, for four days a week, I worked at recovery.
Each day building upon my new foundation of inner strength.
When, and only when, I felt completely ready.
I left IOP, and again I immersed myself in those acronyms.
I also found a healthy replacement for my abundant time.
The gym became my therapy, relieving me both body and mind.
Working out was my new "high." Only this time it was healthy.
Through the entirety of this life changing experience.
I learned many new things about life, about myself.
Proving that where there's a will, there is definitely a way.
It took first reaching rock bottom, and the absolute lowest of lows.
to learn first hand, that you can't reach the top, without first being at the bottom.
The Downward Spiral of Addictions
by Shirley Rebstock 4/17/2015
Ahh the sip of fantasy, passion, your Heaven
Sweet kiss of deceiving love drawing you
My warm embrace will hug you, squeeze you til death
You will laugh, yes you will laugh until you cannot stop crying
Friends will join you on this merry-go-round of glee
If that is fun, how much more the roller coaster
Calmness, slowly creeping upward then, Bam, racing downward
So fast can barely see
Some get off saying that is enough fun, others like you continue the ride
Spinning out of control like a tornado
Leaving a path of destruction of hearts and minds of those loved
Who flee in despair
Some go with you in your desire to destroy self and ease your pain
Tomorrow you say, all will be well, you will be well
For today, ahh another sip of your true love, your fantasy, your passion
Your Hell
Having loved and worked with people with addictions, I have seen wonderful talented people lose their life and happiness due to this enemy.
God created people to worship and have fellowship with Him, so everyone worships someone or something. If we forget the God who created us, we will run
after false gods or demons. Deuteronomy 32: 15-18 and Ephesians 5:18-19, “Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead be filled with the Holy Spirit. “ With God all things are possible, even freedom from addictions.
PS: When I first wrote this poem and read to my grown son, his response was, " All right, all right Mom, I'll stop eating so many cheeseburgers."
Who and what would I be if I could not see?
How would I know what was in front of me?
And could I sense what was really there?
Or would I think it was not fair?
Who and what would I be if I could not feel?
How would I know if love was real?
If I could use that inner voice...
Would I realize I had a choice?
Who and what would I be if I could not hear?
How would I know what not fear?
If I could remember who I was...
Or would I trade it for that little buzz?
Who and what would I be if I could not smell?
How would I know or even tell?
If I could be happy once more...
Or would I choose to shut that door?
Who and what would I be if I could not taste
My lifes feels like such a waste
Just want to fly like a dove
Unable to be with my one true love
Who and what would I be if I could not speak
against the poison I am weak
I've been so lonely, crying like a fallen child
The sadness inside is growing more wild
Who and what will I become if I keep on this path?
How would I handle Hells great wrath?
If I don't stop my lifes at stake
'Cause the addictions waiting for my soul to take.
Who and what would remember me
Perhaps only the heart we carved on that big oak tree
Cant live this way, I'd rather die
So when Im gone ....Please dont ask why
Brandy Franklin
ADDICTIONS
Just how much can a woman go through living with a lie?
A great big lie of living with a man that has so many addictions
I may love you till my dieing last breath, but I tell you this right now.
I really don’t think I can go through another 8 more months of living
Another more year with you, for you’ve broken my heart way too
many times. It seems whenever you get paid all you think of is yourself
and you go out gambling. I do know when I step out the door and not
even look back. All you can think of is only of yourself. Let it be known
this is all coming from my hurting heart, I will never kill myself but
you have hurt me for the very last time BUD. You can keep this or tear
it up, I really don’t care one iota. So don’t expect me to phone you
every time I go out some- where, for I never do what you do.
I’m just very tired of all the things you still do since the first time I met you.
Written: Sept. 5, 2014
Theresa Marie
Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!
There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!
Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!
Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.
God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!
Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?
It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!
Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!
Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”
May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!
Lord Jesus, we all need you so much! This very hour!
We can’t make it alone! Without your power!
Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!
You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!
By Jim Pemberton 11/23/14
Sleepless as the monsters that haunt me so…
Save me, I’m failing greatly and let the wicked wind blow
Fair enough as it is, I let you savor the moment
Demented lickers of fire desires…conjuring the times of lament
Behave, Dave…
Save…save…save…
My dreams of being a singer
My dreams of being a model
My dreams, my visions, breaking by the seams, my missions
Struggling to meet my beginning
The addictions of **** is winning
Okay, I admit it…I love watching the scenes of insanity
I feel rather shitty…holding my breath under water
Drown me the will to fly without the wings of flight
Tonight is the night…the will to fight with my undying might
Was all a lie from the start?
Discard me…Xo Xo Xo…was my lovely art
Mountains and valleys come together to mack
I was addicted to your drugs…holding my nut sack
Mountains to mountains
Valleys to valleys
Childhood was messed up…
Don’t cry over me…don’t cry over me…
I thought I was gay…I learned to hate me…
But, I’m straight…I love me…I love me…
Infections and addictions lick thee…
My plea is please…God…I love yoooo…
But I looked up **** just out of the bloooo
Tuff times…the clicking of dimes…
I collapse into 2 oceans of commotions and emotions
Kiss me the weirdness…
Kiss me the abstract abyss…
I’m tired and sick of losing tuch of yoo, God…
Touch me, your love should touch me…
My heart is weak
My soul is bleak
Hearing Speeeeeeeds of sounds…. Pulling Weeeeeeds from delightless grounds….
Subside from my side
Subside from my side
Devils and angels of thousands marry me merrily
Battlin’ these freedoms of speech…
Your Love Is What I Beseech…
But, I’m breaking apart by the second
Don’t backstab me…be with me…flee with me…you and I are one tree
Addictions come in many ways
To the unknowing in a hellish blaze
It starts out slow with sweet surrender
Your mind and body seeking perfect splendor
As time goes on not noticed at first
Your fun has turned into an unquenchable thirst
A fortress of denial with windows of excuses
The door of opportunity long closed and useless
Body racked with pain and a mind filled with guilt
You have torn down what God has built
To tired, too ill and wasting away to nothing
You manage to cry out or just whisper something
God my Father I have given away what you have given
Please dear Jesus save me and help me start livin
The clouds of depression start to slowly rise
And you begin to understand and realize
He has always been there and has never left
Tears of joy running down your face as you wept
He has placed you on a rock of salvation and hope
Without Him you would either be dead or still hooked on dope.
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: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
Please Break The Addictions
(Eleventh Power)
I'm crying out Lord please break these addictions
They are certainly tearing my heart apart
They're taking children out of jurisdictions
Oh how this agony pull at my poor heart
It causes them to break all of their restrictions
The choices that they're making are not even smart
I'm crying Oh God can these strongholds be broken
So much discussion is being spoken
Oh God I need you to hear my earnest plea
For I see the enemy attacking me
These here addictions certainly need to flee
*(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty
through God to the pulling down of strongholds..II Corinthians 10:4
A God to those amidst their life crisis I am
Dont think I will give up without a fight
Dependence on who I am may take time
Its in their hour of needs I will be there
Choosing to mask their problem I do best
There will come a time reality will surface
I know i mustn't lose my grip or I'll lose
Overcoming me will takes their strengths
Never under estimate the will to survive
Strength come from within not a struggle
The chemicals in my blood
mix with the vodka and caffeine
trying to keep the buzz
before the stress swallows me
the things i imagine would save me
but only kill me slowly
smoking to drinking
doing drugs and later all of the above
but yes there are those
finding there sense of home
with the needle and the bottle
with the herbs and the jesus juice
but that is not i am on
i just stress in my veins
like an ice cold shiver down my spine
or the kink in your neck
when you slept bad the night before
people see others smoke
saying they do cause it is cool
while the truth is further in
stress makes you do stupid things
later one when every one is surprised
why did this man lay his life
while he looked so happy
the truth is underneath
stress is as deadly as morphine
Peppermint candy as a stick,Always first to
receive a lick!Taste buds being on the
alert,Sometimes consumed by scents of the
peppermint Certs!Milk chocalate candy is
always the best,To this fact,i can readilly
attest!Peanutbutter flavored candy,rates
numer one,Sweetness in life's taste buds
is genuinely fun!It's hard to decide,which
candy is best,At least until,i've tasted
all the rest!Indecision in life cannot be
funny,Unless,for it,you get paid a lot of
money!To be a paid candy taster,would be
the best and so nice,It sure beats the
heck out of eating steamed cabbage and
rice! 11-28-2005'.
Hell anything but cold turkey
that flips the clip
puts a happy haze on this well digger.
Well-what have you got?
Green nature
flesh food
chemical’s soft easy-
How about wish feeding jewels
dead music of heroes-
Well what have ya got?
For that brief euphoria
that enabled wave that waits present
Hole-hearted pitch, that’s tasty for the just-
gives grim to the ink- “right Jack”
I heard you Mr. Beat- write of wine
wine
a wine
I say not being Jack
What ya got?
Is it to be a Artist- you must be Poe bent.
always hungry- always Raven.
"When I get drunk- I get thirsty"
“Yeah Jake spill it”
Oh sweet taken evil
hidden to all but self.