An Addicts Poem: A selection of poems written through addiction and recovery.

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Weeping on and on for seemingly endless time frames of a dilapidated relationship that was so strained that a miniscule breeze could cause it to collapse but still clinging to every memory as if they were vital hieroglyphics depicting your very essence. But you say you’ve surrendered so what can I do. It’s so sad in a way, I had big plans for you. Creating your nightmare for me was a dream, I’m sure gonna miss you, we made quite a team.

All these people, successful, doing things. Departing to their desired destinations. I see inside them, they carry baggage, loneliness and insecurities. I can feel their guilt slowing them down. All have their loads but it’s the way they carry them that shows who they really are. And to me their all gems. Share stories that highlight the positive memories and experiences of the person's life. Illustrate moments where the deceased made a difference in the lives of others or memories that showcase their true personality. Incorporating Quotes or Poems To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.Gazing at the town on a roof top, chugging down the tenth…no…twelfth beer of the night wondering how this all happened. Teenage mothers unsure of themselves, abandoned by their families for they believe that they brought fictional shame upon the family’s name. The fate of the child is unclear but the mother’s everlasting love shines through any obscurities in its way. The rendition is a poignant story depicting the sad existence of many drug users. The verse uncovers and illuminates, step by step, the different stages of drug addiction and the mental processes of the unable to function drug users. Incorporate a poem that resonates with the deceased's life story or offers messages of hope and resilience. Poetry can provide solace and a unique perspective on coping with loss and grief.

An inventively ekphrastic poem, “Still Life” places the speaker so thoroughly among the minute details of paintings as to be almost inside them, while her mother, elsewhere, suffers a stroke. Although their emotional interaction with objects is different, the mother is similarly attentive to the particularity of things, with a strict opinion about how to cut a banana. By the poem’s end, the speaker moves, like moving from painting to painting or detail to detail, toward identification with the mother, an apple not much “farther from the tree,” and holds, in memory, herself and her mother together in a mirror gilded like a painting’s frame. Neil Steinberg: Exactly, it’s profound the way he says it. It’s funny, the oddest moment — Sometimes when I mention the book to people and they don’t know any better they’ll say, “Oh, so it’s your poetry then”. And I just sort of startle and say, “No, I would never write poetry! Poetry’s the hardest thing in the world!”. It really is. One poem in the book by Langston Hughs, “Wave of sorrow, / do not drown me now: / I see the island / still ahead somehow. / I see the island / And its sands are fair: / Wave of sorrow, / take me there”. That’s 30 words!They do not have faith in us. Cameras on every street corner, FBI agents stalking social media, recordings of our personal lives and police brutality. 4th amendment where have you gone? You just can’t dismiss all the good times we’ve shared, When you were alone… wasn’t it I who appeared? When you sold those possessions you knew you would need, Wasn’t I the first one who stepped in and agreed? Curtis Fox: That was “Frying Trout while Drunk” by Lynn Emanuel which is also collected in her book, Hotel Fiesta. So Neil, what do the details, the very vivid details in this poem, reveal to you about the speaker? I sent this very powerful poem that I found on the Internet to my son in the hope that he would realise that drug addiction is the wrong way to go !!!! He's a good man at heart, he works everyday morning to night, he such good man but he drinks and smokes and sniffs his lines and for some reason his answer is not good enough to my question why? He knows I don't like it so that when he does it he decides not to come home. These be the days his number doesn't ring through my phone.

Select a quote that encapsulates the individual's spirit or outlook on life. This could be from a famous figure, spiritual text, or even something the deceased once said. Poems Since you’ve left I have encountered drunken burly firemen just trying to have a good time. Pounding down Pabst Blue Ribbon as if it were water; as if it were good tasting beer. But heroes none the less.Coleridge’s writer daughter, Sara, also took laudanum, as did the social activist and author Harriet Martineau and the poet and novelist Letitia Landon. Other notable women writers of the era with a habit were Henrietta O’Neill and Anna Seward. Coffee keeps them going. Cup after cup, late night cramming every bit they can; into their caffeine driven psyches until the indisputable crash and failure. These are examples of famous recovery poems about addiction written by famous poets. Also, spiritual poems can touch the soul and give you motivation, peace and comfort you need. Promise Yourself by Christian D. Larson

We must remember the good moments we shared with [Deceased's Name]. The summers spent fishing by the lake, the family barbecues, and the laughter that filled our homes. Losing a loved one to drugs can be an incredibly painful and challenging experience. Writing a eulogy for someone who has died from drug addiction requires sensitivity, compassion, and a deep understanding of the person's life. In this guide, we will explore how to craft a touching eulogy for someone who has succumbed to drug addiction, giving them the honour and dignity they deserve in their final moments. The Importance of Honesty and Sensitivity in a Eulogy for a Drug-Related Death There are also organisations that run helplines and local support groups for people living with a person who uses drugs. FRANK You know who I am, you’ve called me your friend, Wishes of misery and heartache I send, I want only to see that you’re brought to your knees, I’m the devil inside you, I am your disease.

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There are many recovering addicts out there. Any NA convention is proof of it. I am in awe of them! When they tell their stories , they say that the best thing their families did for them was when they stepped out of the way, and let them really feel the pain of their poor choices. That was often the turning point. Striking beauty school students who are into making the people of this world a little bit more beautiful on the outside. I’ll sometimes lay silent, just waiting to strike, What’s yours becomes mine, coz I take what I like, I’ll take all you own and I won’t care who sees, I’m your constant companion…. I am your disease. Robinson took ‘near eighty drops of laudanum’ for pains in her leg and that night she had dreams about a homeless madman she had seen in the streets of Bath that day. In the morning she dictated the poem to her daughter and then later claimed to have no memory of the incident,” said Crawford. So go ahead and surrender, if that’s what you choose, But I’m not giving up cos I can’t stand to lose. So go to your meetings and pray hand in hand, for God to come save you…. leaving me to be damned.