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.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 6:50pm
30th Jun 2022 6:50pm
Nice is a Crash and Burn
Don't like to be to nice
That's a recipe to be taken for granted
No you say, not true
Jaded Scorpio New Yorker
Tell me another
Alternatively
Don't want to be a total prick
Maybe a partial
You seem to respect rough and ready
I know you, don't I
Maybe
Possibly
You're snarky
Cagey
Never totally in
Maybe just beer and chips
We can agree on that
That's a recipe to be taken for granted
No you say, not true
Jaded Scorpio New Yorker
Tell me another
Alternatively
Don't want to be a total prick
Maybe a partial
You seem to respect rough and ready
I know you, don't I
Maybe
Possibly
You're snarky
Cagey
Never totally in
Maybe just beer and chips
We can agree on that
#relationships
#conflict
#alcohol
#confessional
#respect
68 reads
22 Comments
CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 10:53am
30th Jun 2022 10:53am
Rum Ocean
rum ocean
still
no emotion
soon
heaving and throwing
up on the waves of life
empty bottle or ship?
sailing or floating?
drinking all the waters in
until completely dry
an open wasteland
where all the sea creatures die
........memories
of a harpooned mind................
still
no emotion
soon
heaving and throwing
up on the waves of life
empty bottle or ship?
sailing or floating?
drinking all the waters in
until completely dry
an open wasteland
where all the sea creatures die
........memories
of a harpooned mind................
#sea
#alcohol
#memories
#meditation
#mermaids
46 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 2:12am
30th Jun 2022 2:12am
Creature of The Night!
Up came the moon one summer night
To mix its light with radio
Playing an ancient jazz delight
That paired well with a wine I know.
I sat and watched some meteors
Grazing the atmosphere atop
And thought of microwaving smores
Into a carbohydrate slop.
But then I thought the moon and wine
Might mix some fumes with lunar beams
And somehow get them to refine
The honey scent of summer dreams,
Which I encounter now and then
Like all true midnight gentlemen!
To mix its light with radio
Playing an ancient jazz delight
That paired well with a wine I know.
I sat and watched some meteors
Grazing the atmosphere atop
And thought of microwaving smores
Into a carbohydrate slop.
But then I thought the moon and wine
Might mix some fumes with lunar beams
And somehow get them to refine
The honey scent of summer dreams,
Which I encounter now and then
Like all true midnight gentlemen!
#moon
#sky
#night #alcohol
#night #alcohol
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2 Comments
S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 00:58am
30th Jun 2022 00:58am
My chemical romance
Setting the scene...
Gyrating hips
Dance floor supreme
Pulled in tight
Baseline rythmik
getting drunk tonight
Perfume consumed
Ass against crotch
Smoky eyed muse
Whisky on the rocks
Sureal feeling
peace
Cocktails flowing
Sex on the beach
Hands all over
Feeling the heat
Don't stop
Move to the beat
Smelling so sweet
Short skirt raising
This could end n the sheets
Sunrising ...
Gyrating hips
Dance floor supreme
Pulled in tight
Baseline rythmik
getting drunk tonight
Perfume consumed
Ass against crotch
Smoky eyed muse
Whisky on the rocks
Sureal feeling
peace
Cocktails flowing
Sex on the beach
Hands all over
Feeling the heat
Don't stop
Move to the beat
Smelling so sweet
Short skirt raising
This could end n the sheets
Sunrising ...
#lust
#alcohol
#dance #seductive
#dance #seductive
62 reads
4 Comments
Iconic99
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 8:23pm
29th Jun 2022 8:23pm
Colt 45 Malt Liquor and a Bucket of KFC
Thanksgiving in July
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs
Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape
After dinner
Greasy fingers slow dancing
Urban sex
Then a bed down under the bridge of dreams
A bucket of chicken
Quart bottle of Colt in a bag
Carton of cigs
Wasted in the dark heat
Too loud music
From a 1980s boom box
Held together by duct tape
After dinner
Greasy fingers slow dancing
Urban sex
Then a bed down under the bridge of dreams
#dark
#sex
#city
#alcohol
#CharlesBukowski
36 reads
2 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 2:50am
28th Jun 2022 2:50am
Scoff At Poetry, I Used To
somewhere in the midst of night
emotions are set to words
cracking through
the redundancy of the working class
where the cold comfort of the bottom of a glass
is a mother's hug
a lover's kiss
a dream fractionated into a nightmare
it folds like a paper people chain
doused in metho'
millimetres from a lit match
heart on fire in the burn of spirits
at 2am legs are rudderless bastards
I can only lisp a shattered fury into the ether
there's rage
frantic burning and vivid brush strokes ...
emotions are set to words
cracking through
the redundancy of the working class
where the cold comfort of the bottom of a glass
is a mother's hug
a lover's kiss
a dream fractionated into a nightmare
it folds like a paper people chain
doused in metho'
millimetres from a lit match
heart on fire in the burn of spirits
at 2am legs are rudderless bastards
I can only lisp a shattered fury into the ether
there's rage
frantic burning and vivid brush strokes ...
#alcohol
#obsession
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0 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
A Purple Prose, A Few Words, Because Poetry is Evil
Every fucked up turned down, burned out, word lover
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
#alcohol
95 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 10:48pm
24th Jun 2022 10:48pm
I got the ways and means to new Orleans
I'm gonna have a drink
and walk around
Got a lot to fuckin think about
I've binge drunk in the past
Stupid young buck pissing contest stuff
I've sculled endless bottles of beam with the lads, because we all in too much pain
to cry it out and far too young to be mature enough to say
Boys do cry and its OK
man get those tears out
If you hate the taste of wine
Why drink till you are blind
Six shooting doubles of Jack's finest
Why Mr Daniel's
that's what it takes to loosen lips
enough for ptsd suffering...
and walk around
Got a lot to fuckin think about
I've binge drunk in the past
Stupid young buck pissing contest stuff
I've sculled endless bottles of beam with the lads, because we all in too much pain
to cry it out and far too young to be mature enough to say
Boys do cry and its OK
man get those tears out
If you hate the taste of wine
Why drink till you are blind
Six shooting doubles of Jack's finest
Why Mr Daniel's
that's what it takes to loosen lips
enough for ptsd suffering...
#alcohol
#MentalHealth
#sleep #PTSD
#sleep #PTSD
54 reads
1 Comment
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 6:13pm
22nd Jun 2022 6:13pm
High life
My wife went away
The devil came to stay
I'm livin' the high life again
Down in the gutter
Just pass me another
I'm livin' the high life again
It's all up from here
Ain't got no cares
I laid it all bare
In my shrinks chair
My biggest fear
Is running out of beer
Gone are the days
Of thinking clear
No white picket fence
I can barely pay rent
But I'm on top of the world
Without that naggin' girl
I'm livin' the high life again
The devil came to stay
I'm livin' the high life again
Down in the gutter
Just pass me another
I'm livin' the high life again
It's all up from here
Ain't got no cares
I laid it all bare
In my shrinks chair
My biggest fear
Is running out of beer
Gone are the days
Of thinking clear
No white picket fence
I can barely pay rent
But I'm on top of the world
Without that naggin' girl
I'm livin' the high life again
#happiness
#breakup
#alcohol
#freedom
#acceptance
33 reads
0 Comments
CruelHandedWriter
Jamie Rhodes
Jamie Rhodes
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 7:52pm
21st Jun 2022 7:52pm
The Animals With No Teeth
It's funny when you go in
after some time away.
A new looking-glass.
Just to take a look.
I have to wonder
what I was ever doing there.
With the animals.
But all the other mammals face their reality.
They are unknowingly brave.
These things are cowards.
Hiding from their own static-ness
as if doing nothing
is too hard for them.
They suck on balloons
snort powders
swallow pills
chase shots.
Anything to feel brave.
Anything to feel free.
Trapped in a decaying body
piloted by a...
after some time away.
A new looking-glass.
Just to take a look.
I have to wonder
what I was ever doing there.
With the animals.
But all the other mammals face their reality.
They are unknowingly brave.
These things are cowards.
Hiding from their own static-ness
as if doing nothing
is too hard for them.
They suck on balloons
snort powders
swallow pills
chase shots.
Anything to feel brave.
Anything to feel free.
Trapped in a decaying body
piloted by a...
#inspirational
#alcohol
#drugs
110 reads
4 Comments
jasmine_2003
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 3:44am
21st Jun 2022 3:44am
You f**ked me up
I spent the night before fathers day drunk this year.
It wasn't on purpose, at least I don't think so...
Either way it didn't make it hurt any less,
It just made me angry, angry that you felt like it was ok to break my heart,
You were supposed to be my first love, Daddy.
Instead you fucked me up, you fucked up my idea of love.
You showed me that love was made up of accusations and lies,
and that the only way anyone could love me was if I was submissive in every aspect.
Maybe someday I might forgive you,
But your faults are not my...
It wasn't on purpose, at least I don't think so...
Either way it didn't make it hurt any less,
It just made me angry, angry that you felt like it was ok to break my heart,
You were supposed to be my first love, Daddy.
Instead you fucked me up, you fucked up my idea of love.
You showed me that love was made up of accusations and lies,
and that the only way anyone could love me was if I was submissive in every aspect.
Maybe someday I might forgive you,
But your faults are not my...
#alcohol
#manipulation
47 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 2:35am
21st Jun 2022 2:35am
Your Ass is a Place of Worship ( EDITED)
#lust
#sex
#alcohol
#sleep
#ThrillSeeking
117 reads
10 Comments
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