Addiction Family Poems | Examples
These Addiction Family poems are examples of Family poems about Addiction. These are the best examples of Family Addiction poems written by international poets.
Drinking
beer and more beer
adding bottles of wine
leaves the alcoholic body
Dying
Life is much better today
Trauma has been staying away
My son is healing daily
I hold my head high
and keep my emotions steady
Addiction is hard on families
not just the person addicted
my son told me not
to care about his situation
to just cut him loose
A mother just can't quit
a relationship with her offspring
A mother's heart is forgiving
I prayed often and always
For healing for us all
You are gone and I am okay.
In fact, I wanted it this way.
For you, life was a machete.
I always wished you to be free.
Leaving us for months, sometimes years,
made me often spill grieving tears
or scream aloud my sibling's plea.
I always wished you to be free.
I lived with a broken heart stain
and thought with an aching brain strain.
Was such fated for you and me?
I always wished you to be free.
Even though due to a health lack,
I was glad events brought you back.
Three years joined before death took thee.
I always wished you to be free.
Last week was filled with extreme highs and lows
Having a loved one with mental illness and substance abuse
Can be like that, with threats of suicide one day
And the decision to finally go to rehab the next
My own emotions swing with the circumstances
But a lot of times I feel numb, yet try to stay positive
With a smile on my face and in my mind,
I continually count my my blessings
Grateful that I still have my son with me,
Because we have come very close to losing him before
The swings are much better than a gut wrenching loss
Yet, the journey is still a tough road to travel
When you have a thief in your family
It changes everything
Drug addict?
Almost the same thing; you can relate.
When they visit, you are uncomfortable
Things disappear during their visit – watches, cameras, laptops.
You suspect he has taken them.
Or it could be a she.
Accusations cannot be made.
Things are uncomfortable.
Family get togethers are never the same.
When you have a thief or an addict in your family.
The wind whipped the tree
Contained hive of bees
Resiliency unfolded
Inside hollow heart
Lessons learned an art
In the crushed heart, they're molded
Hunger and pain reigned
Relationships strained
A child had to take the lead
To meet their desires
While inside hope fires
Became successful indeed
Brainwashed temporary insanity? Onset triggers
caused by traumatic experiences, illusions?
Crashing tumultuous waves similar like the sea
bounds one's mind thinking strategies. Brainwashed
Downloads of someone else's expectations, decision
making, Cloudy reasoning unable to process with no
options, trust compromised by familiar faces. Brainwashed
State of one's mind a mental hypnosis by recognized
faces betrayals and fakery.. Brainwashed
Deep impressions played like a game of chess double
crossed all for fun and games. Brainwashed
To understand what is the present
We must gaze into the story of our past
Though it's ragged pages I lament
I can peek through fingers spread, for I know it's gone at last
We must gaze into the story of our past
See this woman with many woes
Who she's become since long ago
Though it's ragged pages I lament
Hindsight seems crystal clear
If not for faith and family, I would not still be here
I can peek through fingers spread for I know it's gone at last
The battle waged long ago yet still today I must resist
Recovery is ever with me, each new day is a gift.
A nurturing environment where mama and loved ones
Always offer up arms and open doors unto everyone
Mama N them
Always has
Open arms and open doors
Hallelujah
8/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A little bit of hash ain't no trash
Mother needs that little yellow pill to keep her still
L. S.D it just doesn’t agree
Father works so hard, I find it sad
Purple Heart, not a bad start
Sister’s going to complain, boyfriend didn’t turn up again
Tonight it must be speed, such greed
Mother's going to bed, she’s going to rest her head
I’ll try cocaine, it sends me insane
Father's going to say, well son, how was it today
I’ll smoke some grass, let life pass
My sister has to say, you don’t look too well these days
Well, it looks like it must be Babs
Especially now, I’m sad
Mother’s dying, Father’s crying, Sister’s ill
I think it must be the little yellow pill.
I peer through
Into your world
I smell the fragrance
Of family
Cooking roast dinner
I listen intently
Party poppers
And Happy Birthday songs
Someone singing in the shower
I see colours and shapes
Moving reflections on glass doors
Dancing couples
A dog, shadow tail wagging
I feel the warm air
Of the inside world
Tangible moisture
Making my eyes steam up
I hear a phone ringing
Friendly chatter
About nothing important
Laughter
I peer through
Into your world
Yet, I am not to be invited
In from the cold
So I reverse
Retreat into the empty
Silent, homeless streets
Of a large cold city
The paper words
Letter unposted
Still clutched
In my calloused hand
Rock Me
Dearest Mother,
how should I begin?
You were/are mine,
"Claimed", forever.
You adopted me,
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard,
evil or even maddening and manic.
It was instead,
a gift and blessing.
You made me feel of worth,
and that I had some value,
to someone...
other than the darkness.
Then you blessed me
beyond all reason,
and told me of Him,
on high...
You really do love me I know.
Miss you Mom.
Showtime
I'm over here
I'll buzz and ping
Until you break.
Let's do this thing!
I flash and chime
You'll never rest.
Give me attention
I am the best
I listen in
Careless, you share
You think me dormant
But I'm still there
Those secret words
I log away
Then try to captivate
Your cash some day
I'm all illusion
Subtle distraction
If you're suspicious
It's just a fraction
I never can quite
Leave your side
Your mind is mine.
You're zombie-fied
So plug me in
I'm good to go
If no-one knows..
I'll run the show.
Jinjagoliath
24th May 2023
family of origin was an alcoholic family
she could not control her life when she was a child
she could control this young suiter
It is all she wanted
She married him
and his life was hell
because she had to control everything
to make up for her childhood
Reader Rabbit
Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up,
in anticipation of the climatic finish.
Yet sadly,
the build-up...
was the part we savored,
on the perfect path
to the right...
final,
and everlasting
word(s).
The beginning.