Poems about Alcohol
#alcohol
Poetry about alcohol includes poems about enjoying a drink and being drunk. You'll also find poems about the dark side of alcohol, including poetry about alcohol addiction and being an alcoholic.
Taurek
Poem Published
Today 3:18am
Today 3:18am
Are You Going to Be a Jedi Or A Jackoff?
You write because there
Is no one to talk to
About any of
This
It’s countenance,
It’s scoundrels at
The artifice,
It’s like Bill
Belichick telling
You he didn’t know
A murderer was on
His team
Alistair Overeem
Sparks coming
Off you
Two dead cars in
The garage
The drunkard’s
Gambit
Fruitcakes recruited
For the cause
And you getting your
Just deserts
Is no one to talk to
About any of
This
It’s countenance,
It’s scoundrels at
The artifice,
It’s like Bill
Belichick telling
You he didn’t know
A murderer was on
His team
Alistair Overeem
Sparks coming
Off you
Two dead cars in
The garage
The drunkard’s
Gambit
Fruitcakes recruited
For the cause
And you getting your
Just deserts
#soldiers
#murder
#alcohol
#confessional
#sports
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0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:08pm
Yesterday 10:08pm
No Wild Turkey 101 at the Liquor Store
CRISIS
CRISIS
CRISIS
HAVE TO WAIT TILL WEDNESDAY
NOW I HAVE TO DRINK THE EXPENSIVE HOOTCH
FUCK
CRISIS
CRISIS
HAVE TO WAIT TILL WEDNESDAY
NOW I HAVE TO DRINK THE EXPENSIVE HOOTCH
FUCK
#alcohol
17 reads
12 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 1:50am
16th Jan 2020 1:50am
hush now you're sick
bloke in the pub quietly
throws up in the corner which
isn't that easy you
know since I've tried it ..
throws up in the corner which
isn't that easy you
know since I've tried it ..
#alcohol
28 reads
4 Comments
kxdija
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kxdija .H
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 3:46am
14th Jan 2020 3:46am
Hennessy
Henessy is my remedy
when i'm feeling these feelings too heavily
It comes secondly
to the melody
Cos this music shit
is just meant for me
Headphones on blast
so i could drown out my past
Reminiscin bout my brother
and my sister
and all the good things that couldnt last
Tryna feel the beat in my soul
so i dont lose control
sippin on henny, i dont do patron
when im in my zone,
leave me the fuck alone
I just wanna be alone
wit my beats and my henny
and it aint gon run out we got plenty
and when im...
when i'm feeling these feelings too heavily
It comes secondly
to the melody
Cos this music shit
is just meant for me
Headphones on blast
so i could drown out my past
Reminiscin bout my brother
and my sister
and all the good things that couldnt last
Tryna feel the beat in my soul
so i dont lose control
sippin on henny, i dont do patron
when im in my zone,
leave me the fuck alone
I just wanna be alone
wit my beats and my henny
and it aint gon run out we got plenty
and when im...
#dark
#alcohol
#confessional
#healing
#bittersweet
29 reads
0 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 11:19pm
13th Jan 2020 11:19pm
Erotic Wings
#lust
#sex
#alcohol #lover
#alcohol #lover
185 reads
5 Comments
TyrannicalWorm
Poem Published
13th Jan 2020 00:12am
13th Jan 2020 00:12am
Untitled 01/12/2020
I saw her in an arts district tavern -
a simple pub of lesser classes;
not her people, yet there she was -
absently finger fucking her Iphone
with a sea breeze before her.
Her overwhelmingly basic presence
soured my bourbon with unpleasant
notes of disdain, but this city is free,
I suppose, and this beverly-belle
is free to foul whatever air she pleases;
just as I am to limit my tolerance
to those of my own station.
So, paying...
a simple pub of lesser classes;
not her people, yet there she was -
absently finger fucking her Iphone
with a sea breeze before her.
Her overwhelmingly basic presence
soured my bourbon with unpleasant
notes of disdain, but this city is free,
I suppose, and this beverly-belle
is free to foul whatever air she pleases;
just as I am to limit my tolerance
to those of my own station.
So, paying...
#hate
#alcohol
36 reads
2 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 3:55pm
12th Jan 2020 3:55pm
To Wake Unhappy
An eye to the romance
parading by
the riddle
occupies hours
translated to sheets
startled awake
before the light
wanting to sneak
to her room
to lie against her
in the chill
of the empty feeling
hoping she will move against
the ridge forming
in that semi-conscious state
to quell the shadings
of abandonment
that haunt his broken slumber
touching himself
could never be enough,
but the dying thirst
she banished
was a cruel alteration
to a natural...
parading by
the riddle
occupies hours
translated to sheets
startled awake
before the light
wanting to sneak
to her room
to lie against her
in the chill
of the empty feeling
hoping she will move against
the ridge forming
in that semi-conscious state
to quell the shadings
of abandonment
that haunt his broken slumber
touching himself
could never be enough,
but the dying thirst
she banished
was a cruel alteration
to a natural...
#loneliness
#alcohol
#hurt
75 reads
15 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:44am
12th Jan 2020 7:44am
Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey
Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly and a cork in his eye;
Wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
Anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
For the cost of his concert your soul is the price.
Then tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Allow him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.
...
Fire in his belly and a cork in his eye;
Wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
Anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
For the cost of his concert your soul is the price.
Then tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Allow him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no longer stay.
...
#alcohol
35 reads
9 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 3:54am
12th Jan 2020 3:54am
Sunset & La Brea
2020 is going to be
A bad year
I blacked out on
New Year’s Eve and
Couldn’t take a
Shit on new
Year’s day and
Now I’m paranoid,
A week and a
Half later,
Wondering if I
Tried hitting on
My friend’s mom or
His brother’s
Girlfriend😫
My company isn’t
Renewing the lease
At the site where I
Work and the 7-year
ARM on my mortgage
Is set to expire
I’m in purgatory, I’ve
Been in purgatory my
Whole fucking life!
I’m jumping out of
My skin...
A bad year
I blacked out on
New Year’s Eve and
Couldn’t take a
Shit on new
Year’s day and
Now I’m paranoid,
A week and a
Half later,
Wondering if I
Tried hitting on
My friend’s mom or
His brother’s
Girlfriend😫
My company isn’t
Renewing the lease
At the site where I
Work and the 7-year
ARM on my mortgage
Is set to expire
I’m in purgatory, I’ve
Been in purgatory my
Whole fucking life!
I’m jumping out of
My skin...
#city
#alcohol
#drugs
#hell
#dirty
61 reads
3 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 4:26am
8th Jan 2020 4:26am
Familiarity
We're miserable people.
Taking pride in the little things.
Happy at just enough.
A nightmare from our own dreams.
We clasped the sweet nectar of poison.
Vastly into out bloodstreams.
So often that it's in my genes.
So lost from my hereditary.
---
The prominent women of my life.
Battle scarred like the warriors they are.
Sludging through the chaos of life.
A shield to wield, their war is too hard.
And i observe from afar.
On the edge, my sword permanently drawn.
Inklings scrawled across the field. ...
Taking pride in the little things.
Happy at just enough.
A nightmare from our own dreams.
We clasped the sweet nectar of poison.
Vastly into out bloodstreams.
So often that it's in my genes.
So lost from my hereditary.
---
The prominent women of my life.
Battle scarred like the warriors they are.
Sludging through the chaos of life.
A shield to wield, their war is too hard.
And i observe from afar.
On the edge, my sword permanently drawn.
Inklings scrawled across the field. ...
#family
#alcohol
57 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 12:16pm
7th Jan 2020 12:16pm
Ignition Keys
Exploit
God given talents for
fortune and fame -
fanning the flame
as fanned based
brand name
recognition grows
out of control
into something
you can't tame -
can not be faced
without more
substances
highly
flammable:
drugs
alcohol
taking their toll
when all you really wanted
was to live life your way
not theirs
Who cares? Who cares?
Who cares? Who cares?
No one seems to
as you use, use, use
and the...
God given talents for
fortune and fame -
fanning the flame
as fanned based
brand name
recognition grows
out of control
into something
you can't tame -
can not be faced
without more
substances
highly
flammable:
drugs
alcohol
taking their toll
when all you really wanted
was to live life your way
not theirs
Who cares? Who cares?
Who cares? Who cares?
No one seems to
as you use, use, use
and the...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction #StephenKing
#addiction #StephenKing
75 reads
25 Comments
heyycyanides
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 4:37am
7th Jan 2020 4:37am
a nonsensical after-party wordplay
Walking home in someone else’s high heels,
damn it hurts.
Working that walk so hard it hurts.
You were who you were before you came here —
a speck of hair and bones,
wandering, a drink in your hand.
It hurts, walking, so just leave the heels by the road
like small monuments to failure.
Leave them and wonder — what was in that drink?
as you walk barefoot in that hard rain.
You failed to leave when, clearly, you've had enough,
haha bitch, way to go.
Now work that walk in the hard rain
while you run through every stupid thing...
damn it hurts.
Working that walk so hard it hurts.
You were who you were before you came here —
a speck of hair and bones,
wandering, a drink in your hand.
It hurts, walking, so just leave the heels by the road
like small monuments to failure.
Leave them and wonder — what was in that drink?
as you walk barefoot in that hard rain.
You failed to leave when, clearly, you've had enough,
haha bitch, way to go.
Now work that walk in the hard rain
while you run through every stupid thing...
#alcohol
#confessional
#lover
44 reads
5 Comments
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