Addiction Poems
Getting High
by turbo1904 Middaugh
I was too busy
getting high to
raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.
I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.
......
The Red Dots On His Face
by Randy Johnson
My stepson was doing Meth and had red dots on his face.
I told him that I don't allow drug users to live at my place.
I immediately knew he was doing Meth because of the red dots.
He lied when he said that he had the measles, I knew he did not.
My ex-wife said if her son wasn't welcome in my home, neither was she.
She thought that her son's drug use wasn't a big deal and she left me.
But now she agrees that it was stupid when her son did Meth.
Last month, he overdosed and it caused his untimely death.
What I'm about to say isn't a lie, it is real.
Please say no to drugs because drugs kill.
......
inner turmoil
by aditya vats
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
......
the slaughter of the unhinged
by Mister Rotten
him [cold like the arctic wind]:
the frost I recall,
the slightest of shivers
the chill that brushed over my shoulders
I was longing to thaw, I was longing to shield
yet she burned, and she blazed
while I smouldered
—
......
Addiction
by Sumit Maurya
We were running and we were safe,
We were high but well behaved
Positive souls by all that mean,
Driving cool in a fast machine
Then something happened,
We blacked out
We stuck in the dark,
Could not shout
It's the car wrack,
That we couldn't move
......
Getting High
by turbo1904 Middaugh
I was too busy
getting high to
raise my kids.
I kept getting high,
over what I did.
I was too busy getting high,
to do the right thing.
As you get older regret,
burns, bites, and stings.
......
At The Door
by Jeff Bresee
Curled up in the corner
in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness
and praying for light.
Eyes peer from the ceiling.
Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls
and he stands at the door.
......
Yet Again
by Jeff Bresee
The feeling
haunts me
time and time again.
I feel it as it’s coming
like a scent upon the wind.
Like wind across the predator
wafts out to warn the prey.
So likewise all I know and feel
screams, “turn and run away!”
......
Socialise or perish in time
by Christyanne Smith
Reflected glare of tired eyes Hypnotised in your own demise Addiction spreads across the veins Desperation from what it gains
Bubble, bubble anti-social trouble Consumed by the mind Isolated in time
Frozen in a succession of mindless drones Glued to the screens of their phones Waiting for the spell to break To be released from this zombie like state
Be the leader not the sheep Don’t give in, don’t retreat Your mind is yours to command Not the technologies in your hand
inner turmoil
by aditya vats
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
......
