Best Heroin Poems
Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
January 21,2008
We have 72 hours to make this place presentable or we've got nowhere to live. Or at least not here.
He helps with nothing. I sit, disappointed-again. Over something he's done. Again.
I wish I were her. Heroin. I wish he lied for me. I wish he wanted me with the same amount he does her. I wish he deceived his loved ones just to have me for a few hours. I wish when he was with me he felt whole. I wish I could make him lust for me as he does her.
He makes love to me, and for long periods of time, but only because of her.
Her narcotic charm is unmatched. Anything to do falls second to her.
I need him to be happy and treat me nicely without the presence of her. Because when she leaves I pay, and dearly.
I can't take him away from her grasp. He always goes back for more.
Even if he says he is finished with her, I know I'll see some sign of her back around shortly. I know he doesn't need her. But sadly, I feel he doesn't believe the same. How long will he insist on this triangle love relationship? How long will she linger around us, if only in just thought? Forever?
I know in my heart that she trumps anything I could ever dream of giving or doing for him. Doesn't he see that she is nothing? She destroys. That is all she is. A homewrecker. Toxic. Death. Suffering. Pain.
Is this what he Longs for?
Another Heroin dancer
On the street today
Dodging, weaving, tempting death
Out of things to say
Interrupting traffic
With nowhere to go
A senseless waste of human kind
No seeds left to sow
Another Heroin dancer
Crossed my path this way
Prompting pause to reconsider
The price we have to pay
For being apathetic
To those who are so lost
And finding means of helping
The ones which life has tossed
For everyone among us
Whose story is unknown
Can teach us, help us understand
How hopelessness is grown
That no one is immune
And judgment is no place
To start, to heal or contemplate
A world all can embrace
Heroin is your lover!
I am your Mother.
You choose her over me.
She beckons and calls you by name,
and you run to her with open arms
leaving me behind to weather the storms of
betrayal, anger, jealousy
I wear my crown of thorns while you bask in your lovers glow
She is not your true lover .
She is a thief!
She is sucking the life from you sure and slow
While I watch her turn you and twist you
Into someone even you or I don't want to know.
So now little lady, your tired of hash, cocaine, LSD, downers and grass,
Then someone pretending to be genuine introduced you to little miss heroin,
Well honey before you mess with me,
Just let me tell you how it will be,
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent much stronger people than you to there grave,
You'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
Then you'll take me in your arms very soon,
And once I've entered deep in your vein,
Your life will never be quite the same,
You'll swindle your family just for a buzz,
and end up with many visits from the fuzz,
You'll mug and steal for my narc tic charm,
and you'll feel content with me in your arm,
The day you realize the monster has grown,
You will silently swear to leave me alone,
Well baby, just try getting me of your back,
The vomits, the cramps, your guts tied in knots,
And trembling nerves scream just one more shot,
Then you'll welcome me back in your arms,
As a foretold, you'll need lot's more money and much more gold,
For now my darling, I've captured your heart,
And now you'll be mine,"till death us do part".
People keep dying
governments population
pulled in by this drug
It began with a hit
Problems were solved
Then you couldn't get lit
And addiction evolved
Your body craved more
The smoke couldn't handle
Now covered in sores
Too common a scandal
You recall the time
Needles were bad
But now, every nine
They soften your sad
Mascara smothers
droopy eyes
Whispers from others
Ignite your cries
Wrapping your sleeves
Around your hands
Joining thieves
For what your body demands
You have nothing to trade
But the flesh you wear
Others get laid
To take you there
Your home is a dump
Filled with useless junk
You're in a funk
So you get your fix
Ready for kicks
A different mix
You see the light
Your body relaxed
But then lose sight
A bad batch
A drop of blood
Joined with a tear
The addicts crud
Your end is here
But what you don't see
Or perhaps never saw
Friends and family
Anticipated your fall
Sleepless nights
Anxious days
Agonizing fright
Throughout your phase
Now they find you
A lifeless shell
You may be through
But their in hell
Horse's, goat's ,the herb's and the hen's,
A picture of the idyllic blend.
A handsome chap at this stage was he,
A prouder man there could not be.
Though strong and wise she found his chink,
The brown lady came and gave him a wink.
Euphoria soaked him to the skin,
Just once more say's he, I'm not weakening.
Brown lady engulfed him from every side,
His life now not his, leaves only his pride.
It's only a blip I can sort this he'd shout,
As he sells his last hen and his family walk out.
He held down a job with his head still up high,
A struggle each day with a tear in his eye
The creases get deeper, the strange hue of his skin.
There now was a void where a person had been.
Thirty years he clung on as he carried this sin,
His daily routine, find a vein left within,
Valentines day he did give up the fight,
The brown lady won. Finally taken her flight.
"Secret Lover"
Fight to live and never stop,
Give it hell till the casket drops,
Break these chains and find my self,
Shake this habit for my health,
Don't believe him when he lies,
Bitter sweetness my demise,
On my arms he leaves his mark,
Peaceful chaos in the dark,
Silent assassins claims another,
Innocent tears missing their mother,
Stolen away like a thief in the night,
Oblivious numbness fades into light,
Addicted to the peace found in the pain,
Kept in secret and Hidden in shame,
I fill the sting I see red cough and drift away,
Like a fool I chase this dragon though I need to slay,
With every kiss he steals some life taking from me breath,
Temptation whispers in my ear lies of a beautiful death,
I beg him To go but he knows Im lying,
Tainted is his love killing its certain I'm dying,
Every move he makes always in silence,
Im a wiling victim of his domestic violence,
Realization of illusion my distorted reality,
Sociopathic addiction and forgotten Fatality,
At first I believed him guess just blind ignorance,
Now Searching for his presence found in a rinse,
On a mission to escape although its imprisoned relief,
Aware of true intentions and recognized is this Greif,
Press on to the finish and beat these odds,
Memories soon to fade of a junkies' nods,
Stay strong and endure this rough weather,
For myself for my little ones gotta do better,
No EPO to keep him at bay,
Left with my thoughts so on my knees I pray,
Turn to God this time and really try,
Make a choice to live and not to die,
I must face him this monster that haunts,
Lingering In the shadows I hear his taunts,
I call him hank but he has many,
Call him what you will his names are plenty,
He is the one who takes my soul,
In truth he bought it some time ago,
The one that takes but doesn’t give,
The most feared predator to date to live,
Addiction shows to me no mercy,
Craving just a taste unquenched left thirsty,
Ill get it right I'll win this battle ill shine,
And keep on fighting this fight,
that wasn’t ever meant to be mine.
-amber smith
Shh...He pressed her fingers on my lips and said
"close it".
He became those close four walls,
She became my claustrophobia,
Shh...he could tell you what I wanted,
But she cannot tell I can define it,
He told me that I would never be loved,
She showed me that she was too much for me to touch,
He kicked me deeply into the back to poison my spine,
Shh... he told me never to tell,
Shh...she regrets being with me,
We never were,
We never will,
We will never,
We will never,
She...feels sorry for lonely me,
He...just wants to feel me,
I will never find anyone like,
She,
He,
Watched my curse spread through my veins,
She,
Watched it eat out my heart,
In the present,
They stand staring me down,
With deep tunneled eyes,
Daring,
Me,
To blossom
Extremely sorrowful
Yelled at the top of my lungs no doubt
Anger just spilled out…I don’t wanna pout
I know it’s so awful
Chillax…you’re making things too complicated for me
Breaking by the shining seams
I’m mending my broken dreams
I am not fooled by your selfish ways
I was going through one of those days
Flustered to the core
You don’t love me anymore
What are you waiting for?
Another year with me?
What more?
You’re the one I adore
I crash down from the adrenalin rush
Don’t worry, babe, just hush
Please forgive me for all that I’ve done
I want to be gone…before the dawn…
Surrounded by lies
And your goodbyes
Shadows fill my day
And your dismay
Adds to the icing
You’re so enticing
Madness is like sores in the mouth
You cling on to me like a moth
To the light
Tonight
I am soaring like an eagle in the sky
I want to die young and I don’t know why
Ending me is the beginning to mere destruction
Put up the music and the beat…
My heart, soul and mind’s under construction
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…
Feel the heat of my chest against your own
I’m this lonely man, all alone and on my own…
It’s shown when I speak on the phone…
Creativity led me astray
Creativity led me astray
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I lost it
I lost it
I’m insane
Because I’m in pain
Seeing your sorrowful rain
I’m infuriated with me, myself and I
Sometimes, I just wanna die…
Young and bold…
Foolish and cold…
I’m drained out without a sound
Left alone on the bitter ground
Misery leaves me breathless
I’m feeling distress in excess
Bring me to your hell
And I’ll bring you to my heaven
Exit me…
Entering you…
Free me…
I’m feeling blue…
Do what is fitting to my soul…
Anxiety is banging at my skull
Alone, but not alone…
With you inside, I moan
I inhale and exhale you daily…
You’re my sweet and sour heroin
I adore you, I can’t deny…honestly…
You’re my hero…you zero me in
A verse that has no rhyme may speak of love
No doves required – all poets sing for joy
For we may write at last of oranges
Forbidden fruit as sweet as heroin
In words that do not rhyme with anything
In lines that no one cares about at all
And doves, well they’re just pigeons after all
Unnecessary when it comes to love
For lovers see romance in anything
No need for complex rhyming schemes, a joy
That floods within the veins like heroin
As pure and bittersweet as oranges
The virgin orchards groan with oranges
She never wrote of oranges at all
Until today, or wrote of heroin
Or now you come to mention it, of love
Not truthfully, for she finds little joy
In telling everything and anything
To everyone. There isn’t anything
To tell, she lied, and picked the oranges
The juice upon her fingers smelled of joy
She licked her fingers then she picked them all
And drunk on oranges she wrote of love
And of the bittersweet of heroin
There was no poetry in heroin
Just days when nothing rhymed with anything
No lust for life, and even less for love
‘You know where you can stick your oranges’
She would have said. For heroin was all
She needed then, for all its bitter joy
How strange - no doves, no judgement - only joy
Came flooding through her veins like heroin
And spilled upon the page. She wrote it all
In words that didn’t rhyme with anything
For we may write at last of oranges
And how they smell as bittersweet as love
Strange kind of joy, not finding anything
That rhymes with heroin and oranges -
And that is all I have to say of love
© Gail Foster 26th January 2019
I am 18 years old
I just found out that I spend most of my time sleeping,
I am obsessed with it.
I have lived for 9,460,800 minutes
Most of which I waste on sleep
Sleeping is my personal heroin,
It lets my arms as a pair of wings to fly me to paradise.
When I want to escape from reality,
I shoot it up my veins.
One day, my mom was chatting with her friends,
When they discussed my studies,
I looked down at my shoes while their children smiled smugly.
Their smiles struck my wings like lighting
The path to my paradise began to disappear
I thought I could use my broken wings to open their eyes
so that they would see my true face
But this was just my imagination
I needed a hit so bad that I slept for 3 days
Feeling likes a puppet, no pain as my strings are pulled
My dream leads me into that sense again,
I looked at their lips and heard their words, proudly I say to her friends, “I am better than your child.”
When I awake, I feel my emotions flood back to me stronger than before
When I was in high school,
I worked so hard but I still couldn’t achieve a score to be proud of
When I see my father’s rough hands, I am shamed by my B Grade Paper.
Then I begin to think what I can do for him,
I ask: “DAD! Can I go to get a part-time job?
“No, getting back to your studies!”
I prepared to take another shot of heroin
To help me pretend as if nothing happened
I used to think that sleeping would solve my ailments
But I realized
I realized that I am escaping
Like boxers hide behind their gloves
Like timid warriors escape from the battlefields
These years, I am search in for peace
But opiate feeling blinds my eyes
On giving up heroin
and all night long I danced with the crooked hand of death
and the crooked hand of death danced with me back,
one, two, three times a day, I took the meds and sweated blood
then after a million years in a tunnel (not the tunnel of love)
I learnt to dance a new jig… with new feet and a good body
and a clear mind
now I am a new citizen with a new coat and a new soul (my own)
and a feeling good job
and the rain comes with the sun and the brilliance of the countryside
makes me tingle
but this time not in the vein in my arm but in the free spirit
inside of me
and inside of them
and inside of cornfields
and deep, warm rivers and creeks
and I’m free now ,my pockets full of crisp notes
(and poetry) with a howdee doo dee apple pie
good morning to you, under a sweet rehab
peach melba sky!
You are like the run in my stocking
Stalking the soft of my leg
Revealing twisted truth dressed in sheer
Shearing it slowly away.
You try to pierce my protective caul
Calling me to breathe
Yet provide no air and leave me faint
Feint intentions to deceive.
You spill soft words drenched in rye
Wry remarks to abuse
But with you I will no longer lie
Lying to myself for you.
You are not my tender shining knight
Night is coarse and never shone
Locked in the confines of your cell
Selling my soul
Piece by Piece
Until all Peace was gone.