Poems to share

I am an addiction
i start in small subtle ways promising many things
I promise you enjoyment and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams
I deliver guilt and despair more horrible than your worst nightmare
I promise you power and courage
I give you feelings of powerlessness and hopelessness
I will force you to live in fear always
I promise you relief and escape from all your daily problems
I create for you greater problems than you ever imagined
I promise you many friends
I only allow isolation
I promise happiness
I create much sorrow
I will steal from you your dignity, your familes, your friends, your children, your homes, your dreams, your spirit and your life
For love freedom and happiness are impossible to find in my presence
So never underestimate me
I am devious and manipulating
I have no preference as to who i pick as my victim, rich or poor, young or old, black, white, yellow or red
I have killed men, women and children- I have no conscience
So if you have met me, always beware if you think you can beat me, that i will be gone from your life and all will go well again
Never forget i will always be there, waiting in the dark shadows just around the corner
I am very patient and i will laugh in your face if i can lure you into my evil world of hell on earth once again
I AM ADDICTION

Wow I really loved this, such true words and hit me right to the heart in just a short poem.. It wouldn't suprise me if you had written this as you have such a beautiful way with words, tyvm for sharing x

Hi Angel, deffo not me but sadly I can’t find who wrote it to honour them 🙁

I also love the one below...

This one made the hairs on my arm stand up on end, brilliant.

No more scratch cards fobts or slots or dreams of cash and gold ingots

Though gambling demons like to linger we can send them packing with a raised middle finger

A noble quest we'll see it through - homeward bound with a yabba dabba doo

Thanks for sharing Stephen, love it 🙂

Heres one I found which I really liked, wish I was talented enough to write stuff like this!

I am not too good at expressing or writing down my feelings which is why I love to read and poetry/music is something I find really helps me relate my problems to and is a kind of release for me, like counselling through poetry or music. I wanted to share some because maybe it will help someone else like it does me.

The curse of gambling.

THE ROPE

Gambling sure had a grip on me.

And I wanted to be gambling free.

But giving up was really hard.

As I felt scared and confused my whole life was out of control.

And I fell down a gambling hole.

I stooped to a rock bottom low.

How to cope?

I didn't know from the hole I had to get out.

But doing that I had my doubt.

I'd tried to do it on my own.

But in the darkness I felt alone i decided to go and attend GA.

As I was in a desperate way.

I needed to learn how to cope.

Going to GA was my only hope in a terrible state I went to GA.

I really didn't have much to say.

I mainly listened to others there.

Sitting nervously in my chair.

GA for me was my last resort.

I really needed a lot of support.

Other members helped me a lot.

Support and wisdom I got.

One thing freely given to me.

Was hope for my recovery.

Hope that I too could be.

Like others gamble free.

it felt like a rope was there.

Just dangling in the air.

I could grab onto it or not.

Or in the hole I could stay and rot.

I chose to reach out for it.

At first I really felt like ****.

I had to hold on for dear life.

To let go I'd have strife.

The rope was a mighty length

And I didn't have much strength.

I could see a rock bottom below.

And stupidly I let go.

I tried to learn from my mistake

And the rope again I did take.

My higher power helped me.

With the rope and my recovery.

For me the rope is a lifeline.

Holding onto it now feels fine.

There's a supportive GA friend.

At the ropes other end

Credit Michelle(Manchester). New life magazine GA.

DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have there stories.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself to others you may become vain and bitter for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career; however humble, it is a real possesion in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. Many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counselling of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe. No less than the trees and the stars you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labours or aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all it's sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful, strive to be happy

ODAAT wrote: .

The Man In The Glass
	When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what that man has to say. For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life Is the one staring back from the glass. He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest For he’s with you, clear to the end And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test If the man in the glass is your friend. You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass But your final reward will be heartache and tears If you’ve cheated the man in the glass. By Dale Wimbrow

Ohhh...I missed a verse! Will go back & edit it...Soz everyone.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,

And think you're a wonderful guy,

But the man in the glass says you're only a b*m

If you can't look him straight in the eye.

For years and years I'd be looking for something to please me and put a smile on my face at 2.20pm on a Saturday, I wouldn't have appreciated this poem then, well, wouldn't have read it. Pleased I have today though I actually "Wow-ed" out loud. WOL as oppossed to lol. Lol.

caughtup wrote:

Hello my lovely, haven’t got a poem! But wanted to pop in and say well done hun, keep cracking on, and am holding your hand (in a forum kinda way).. skipping along together on this road to recovery xx no turning back

Thanks caughtup so lovely to hear from you, I am loving this road we are skipping along, hurdles along the way I know but it's still a good road 🙂

Always make me smile with your posts poem or no poem x