Drug Addiction Poems - Poems about Drug Addiction

I remember how you used to roll your popcorn popper across the floor grinning and not paying attention to where you were going— and how happily you pretended to drive the rusty ’49 GMC pickup I was still trying to restore: Rosie, we called her, after Rosie the Riveter. Remember the didgeridoo? I bought it for you after we saw a performance of a didgeridoo quintet from down under. And...

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Here come try this you will have soo much fun. You will loose everything you have every material posession and every loved one. Up all night riding bicycles and treasure hunting through other people’s trash. Cuz ya don’t make any money getting high but have to come up with some ing cash.. Every day ya wake up same ing...

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"Come," whispers a friend, with a grin sly and svelte, "To the realm where the grandest of marbles do melt. Take this ticket, no charge, it's a magical key, To the dance of the cosmos, just you wait and see." "Launch forth on a rocket, to the stars' jubilee, Where marbles like planets, in vastness, roam free. They twirl and they...

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Meth, my cruel mistress, you had me in your grasp With every hit, I felt a rush, my reality began to lapse You promised me euphoria, but all you brought was pain You took my life, my family, my friends, my everything, in vain I was a slave to your power, couldn't break free from...

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

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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...

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From Jackson Street to ‘E’ Street Seems like it’s not that far But that depends on how you look at it. It depends on where you are. You see, Jackson Street is the dope street Where the so-called low life lurches. ‘E’ Street is where the Christians go. It’s the street with all the churches. The people on Jackson Street party down. They really...

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My mind shorts out sometimes And my judgment goes out the window That's when I do stupid & the aftermath makes me feel suicidal. Sometimes it leads me right into Temptation & straight into evil. Catching myself zoning out, More often than not, not on happy thoughts, But on traumatic events And everything I feel guilt over. The grim reaper was...

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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...

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Feeling everything at once, And nothing at all. Numb? Maybe. Just may be the medications, My therapist says, Meditation. The answer, The problem? Is manic depression. Some say disorder, I scream. Obsession. The doctor’s dose me, I obliged, Just because I don’t want to die. Addiction killed my soul, Reprive, Or spiritually die. I just want to be alive. A life. What is a life without drugs and pain? What’s living without suffering? Show me the way, To...

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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...

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I spaced out. Walked away, To find a corner To collapse in. Seized out, Suckered into, A flashbang of A flashback. Collapse into me, For God’s sake, Almost didn’t manage to Safe myself from The bloodshed. Take two, Strike three. It’s time to recover, Achieve sobriety Or face the fact that I’ll become My own worst enemy. Institutionalized is no Place to be, Rehabs and hospitals confine me. It’s good to feel safe, But this place, These places, Shouldn’t...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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