Drug Addiction Poems | Examples

Heroin

Needle in his veins is deep into his skin, while blood's drowning in heroin
Lifeless eyes blink, but they don't see anything wrong with all of that is going on, even though they know what exactly is killing him slowly
Dark clothing won't hide his sharp-to-the-core bones anymore
He was left alone, lying on the floor with spiders who crawled on his face
Crying in his long-forgotten form of a fallen bird in the house by the lake, while fish sing about being free
Why does he feel small despite being the biggest for so long, maybe he never was bug enough to stay somewhere else than his room?
After all these years, how to keep all the people who swore to be on his side till the last moment of his life, if it hurts everyone to hear him talk?
He thought he'd never do, but they made him care about the fame more than he ever should, now he can't go through door, cause it's just a hole in the wall
Where is love when it's needed the most in these times of the cruelest kind of an devastatingly hard life on Earth?

Rehab Drug Center

Join hands with don to inject drugs..
Cat wants to guard milk from who???
Note.Big Game???

Recovery

I want to be
the best version of me.
I want to believe
in myself
and my recovery.
I'm tired of living
a life of insanity,
that's not the person
I want to be.
I'm not that person anymore,
now I live in accord.
Harmoniously happy,
thanking God
for my sobriety.
I was once surviving,
now I'm thriving.
This is my time,
I'm really trying.
Forgive me for my past,
the changes I've made
are going to last.

Not All Is Lost

I feel myself faltering,
Slowly slipping,
The facade is falling.
I suck at pretending
To be okay,
When I want to give up. 
I feel like an eff up.
I can’t afford to fail.
I’ve got too much to lose,
To throw in the towel now.
I am strong,
Relapses do not define me.
I can still shoot for sobriety,
Save me a seat to the show.
I just had to rewind a little,
I’m not done yet,
My journey continues on,
Because I can overcome
This and anything.
Let recovery win,
Wake up,
me.

My Baby

My doodle bug,
My honey bun,
My sweet little boy,
He’s my motivation
To not live as
An addict anymore.
I’ve held onto my pain,
Too tightly,
For too long,
It’s time to let the pain end
So the hope can begin.
My child,
Hold on,
The pain ends.
Let my child know
His momma’s love,
No more distance,
No more disappointment, 
No more questions
Whether or not
Momma’s going to be there
When you wake up.
Let my wee one know,
Momma is sorry.
Let his forgiveness wash over me,
So I can forgive myself. 
My motivation is knowing that
He’s worth more than,
Stolen happiness,
Why’s not answered
And abandonment.
He deserves his momma
Right there
By his side,
Every second,
Of every day.
This addiction of mine,
Won’t steal his sunshine anymore,
I promise.

Reckless

Reckless is something
I tend to be
And something
That I used to be.
Mania drove me crazy,
Always leaving me restless.
Couldn’t call me
Lazy,
I guess, 
“A little crazy,”
Describes me.
I climbed mountains
Of insanity
Just to fall into rock bottom’s
Basement,
Hell,
It’s dungeon.
For what purpose?
To keep the self hatred
Going on
And on
And on?
Self-sabotage 
Was something that
Felt like it was
Literally meant for me.
But, it wasn’t my time to fall,
It was time to
Stand up,
To the insanity within me.
Don’t feed the demon,
She’s mean.
Expel her from existing.
Free me.
All I want to do
Is fly free.
Let me be me,
Don’t let my past confine me,
This era is a whole new me.

I Surrender

I surrender to a life in recovery.
My sobriety is worth more
That sleepless nights
And senseless conversations.
There are days
When all I wanted to do
Was to collapse into bed.
My recovery is a tender seed,
I must nurture it
To see it grow. 
Once I tap into my 
Inner strength
Then I’ll see it grow.
Open the window to my soul,
Let’s see the resiliency.
Stubborn?
No,
That’s raw strength.
Lift the fear,
To shoe the real me
That’s underneath.
After so long,
Addicted to anything
I guess something just clicked.
I turned to God
And made an offering.
Faith for forgiveness,
To regenerate my soul.

Journey Home

Being alone is not something I fear.
Now that I’m stronger,
I won’t shed a tear.
I have to tell myself,
“Mind over matter.”
Somedays,
When the lonely blues hit,
I really struggle
To combat the latter.
Some nights,
I dream of home
And I have to remind myself of
Why I’m here.
The friends I have lift my spirits
And make my “journey home” easier.
It’s been a long road so far.
Somedays I just want to drive
With my windows down in the car
While I tune out life’s noise.
Most days I can’t get that far,
No car,
Locked doors,
Not left ajar
Damn repercussions 
Confining me,
Forcing me to abide by the rules.
Some days are 
Really, really hard.
When using dreams
Flood my nights
And I can’t relate to God,
When I look past the stars. 
I find it hard to stay asleep
When drugs test my faith
And infiltrate my mind.
Those moments
Are just speed bumps
In my recovery,
Moments where the devil tries to test me.
My journey has never been easy.
Every day is hard,
But at the end to
That chapter of my life.
I know the struggle 
Was worth it,
Because I made it.

Cursed

Cursed at life,
Count with me,
Let me introduce you to my demons...
Here's 1, 2 and 3.

Tear me down,
Build me up blindly.
My triggers deafen me, 
(Why can't you hear me?)
Trauma quiets me.
(Throat closed up, can't breathe).
Seduce me,
Wrap me up in your intimacies. 

I lost touch with everything close to me,
I count myself in
Just to count myself out.
I'm crashing too fast,
Too sedated to slow down.

Cursed at life,
Can't stop,
Can't maintain,
Can't keep a hold on what's killing me.
Please,
Relieve me from this pain.

Help me refrain,
What's life with no gain?
Wasting my life,
One day at a time.
Why's it so hard to get back on my grind?

Take it one minute at a time,
Every day is a struggle,
Learning to live all over again.
I had to take a step back from the game.

Sleepless Nights and Senseless Conversations

I suck at sobriety,
Even though life hasn't been that hard on me?
What excuse do I have
When I have all this support? 

I'm powerless,
Been that way since 16.
There's been times that I thought that I'd changed,
Then the old me returns to turn up the heat.

I'm not a lost soul,
But I'm well on my way at this rate.
I can't seem to get ahead of my demons
Because I had no faith.

I fear myself,
My lack of self control when I'm the author of my fate.
You think the worst, 
Expect the best,
Awfully high hopes for having no hope.

Hitler and Drug Addiction

Hitler
drug addict
some methamphetamines
administered by a new

doctor, Theodore Morell who assured Hitler he would  
feel great, not even have the flu the rest of
his life; led by this doctor
he became a drug addict

do drugs lead a person down?
down a trail of doom
surely does
look at Hitler's life 


Philosophical statement: " There are many social and ethical issues surrounding the use and abuse of drugs." Copied from the internet don't know the author.

Written: January 30, 2021
Contest: Suzette Prime
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Drug Addiction

a false conviction
rejected consideration

Bits and Pieces

Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin, 
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from

We Need Orphanages

We need orphanages
With glass walls, 
So adults can
Keep an 
Eye,
A mind, and
An ear on each other.

We need orphanages 
So children can 
Be taken care of,
Get three meals a day,
Feel appreciated, or
At least
Respected.

We need orphanages, 
Where adults can help
Children relax, and
Be children, not
Having to be
The adult any more.

We need orphanages
Where children do
Not have to make
Up lies for parents,
Take care of parents,
Or hide from parents.
We need orphanages.

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