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Displaying 47 poems from the Addiction genre.

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In the Depths — Joseph Mitterando	In the depths of darkness, a journey began, A recovering soul, seeking a helping hand. Through the haze of addiction, he stumbled and fell, But his...	5 views Rate it
The Voice of my Addiction — Joshua Ewing	Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting for your call. I've noticed you've been crying, And I've watched you pace the halls. Whatever...	5 views Rate it
Skin Of The Snake — John Jessup Kennan	I had a rattlesnake dream last night Woke me at a quarter to two Just as it was ready to strike Naturally, I thought of you I was sweating and dizzy Ah,...	5 views Rate it
Pain — Lori Mack	My son goes to prison in 5 days... Everyone sees the man who steals and uses heroin... I see the sweet, gentle, loving boy I raised. When I visit him...	4 views Rate it
Cassi's Song — John Jessup Kennan	The only light I ever knew Was lampposts on the boulevards Where angels go get tested Where tattoos are battle...	4 views Rate it
In The Fifth — John Jessup Kennan	Freddy was itchin' for a fight Never knew who the enemy was Scuffling for phantom purses Marlon Brando without a...	4 views Rate it
Just Say No(vocaine) — John Jessup Kennan	It all started out so innocently I sat down in the dentist chair The hygenist pried my jaws apart And the doc, he peeped in there He said,...	3 views Rate it
Addiction the lies — Aaron Anderson	Addiction you brought us in with wonder and all made us believe we needed it all. Promised us happiness money and wealth,and gave us the attitude of fuck...	3 views Rate it
That Could Have Been Me — That Could Have Been Me	I'm sitting here listening to someone share the death of An addict. All I'm thinking Is that could have been me, that could have been me that died in...	3 views Rate it
The Truth of It — Giovanni Maria Tommaso	I don't need to accept it you need to accept it you know what it is & you know the truth of it I can't tell you what to...	2 views Rate it
Tired of these sleepless nights — Zachary Carson	Tired of these sleepless nights While dealing with these drug-induced fights Tired of the cravings on the daily Shit’s been driving me crazy lately ...	2 views Rate it
Goodbye to an old friend — Victoria Notorleva	The first goodbye is the hardest, being your friend was not the smartest, Forty Two years, we have been together, longer for me than any other, You...	2 views Rate it
Bliss and a half — Yazi Seyama (yazy)	Bliss and a half Bliss and a half. Bliss what’s bliss? Bliss is amusement itself. Hovering over white fluffy clouds Lets just say in the sky A...	1 view Rate it
Smell The Magnolias — Shelby Norcross	I’ve always wanted to smell the magnolias described to smell like a child’s dream, like cotton candy and toothaches like the most delicious sweet fruit...	1 view Rate it
Addicted to truth — Samantha Quinn	Addiction is a thief that steals your soul Leaving you empty, broken and alone It takes over your life, becoming your only goal Until you can't...	1 view Rate it
Drawing Needles — Jay Thornton	Indeed, I am the needle of the world's utmost forsaken compass. Bewilderingly spinning round, I pine dead North through the cold clutches of the...	1 view Rate it
Lived — CAITLIN Mary Daquisto	I lived by the needle I lived by the pipe I lived in the streets I lived out of sight I stood in the dark I stood in the fire I stood all alone I...	1 view Rate it
My Father — Destiny Carosiello	Fear for some was a silly scrape or argument For me, it was my father's addiction My father got involved with something unfortunate And he fell off the...	0 views Rate it
Paper Words — Jason Danielson	My words on this white sheet shine. My words on top of lines have a brine. My words on a horizontal plane fight. My words on mulched wood have a sight....	0 views Rate it
Chrystal meth — Holly Wray	Chrystal meth was the thing, It's the high that gives you wings. Light it up and watch it smoke, You'll feel great after just one toke. Heat it up and...	0 views Rate it
Stuck. — Joclyn	She clawed at the top but she still sunk. How do you escape a place you call your own?...	0 views Rate it
Socialise or perish in time — Christyanne smith	Reflected glare of tired eyes ...	0 views Rate it