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.
Oohloulala
Loulou
Loulou
Poem Published
Today 3:22am
Today 3:22am
Relapse
As light filtered through the cracks
In the dawn of my relapse
Was walking proudly on the pavement
And had woke up inside the gaps
If I could just turn back,
To a less toxic part of time,
Illuminated signs that clearly
Recognised my lies, I ask why,
But i feel i'm still there in denial,
Can't speak my crimes, my secrecy
I'll never stand on trial, I'm just vile,
Can't bear the sight of my own reflection,
They say that my addiction is
An illness and infliction,
but all I seem to witness
Is an impossible position ...
In the dawn of my relapse
Was walking proudly on the pavement
And had woke up inside the gaps
If I could just turn back,
To a less toxic part of time,
Illuminated signs that clearly
Recognised my lies, I ask why,
But i feel i'm still there in denial,
Can't speak my crimes, my secrecy
I'll never stand on trial, I'm just vile,
Can't bear the sight of my own reflection,
They say that my addiction is
An illness and infliction,
but all I seem to witness
Is an impossible position ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
20 reads
3 Comments
BigG
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 10:39pm
27th Mar 2020 10:39pm
Lost pals
How can it be,
Were Friends no more,
When it was you,
Who said shut the door,
On the drink and drugs,
That kept me afloat,
Like a steady boat,
The doors are closed,
I'm afresh, Clean and smart,
Our laughing stopped,
But I won't go back,
If our friendship failed,
Because now I see,
It wasn't fun when,
You all laughed at me,
Were Friends no more,
When it was you,
Who said shut the door,
On the drink and drugs,
That kept me afloat,
Like a steady boat,
The doors are closed,
I'm afresh, Clean and smart,
Our laughing stopped,
But I won't go back,
If our friendship failed,
Because now I see,
It wasn't fun when,
You all laughed at me,
#BestFriend
#alcohol
22 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Mar 2020 11:30pm
25th Mar 2020 11:30pm
who cares about toilet roll ..
I can't stay indoors, they've
closed the pubs, and I need to get
to the shops to buy scotch
before everyone else does
closed the pubs, and I need to get
to the shops to buy scotch
before everyone else does
#alcohol
31 reads
5 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 4:41pm
22nd Mar 2020 4:41pm
Alice & Me Between The Sheets
#lust
#relationships
#sex
#erotic
#alcohol
265 reads
5 Comments
Inkognito
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 1:09am
22nd Mar 2020 1:09am
I Owe You Everything
thought it was me and these pills,
Till the end of the world.
But my life visualised like pictures in a diaz.
I thought it was me and this alcohol,
until the end of time.
But I realised I need to sober up.
I am still shaky and my body's lust for it make me sick.
I am leaving it because,
I now understand I have a purpose here.
The time has changed since my brothers died.
We shared our dreams, shared our hope even the chase for success.
How can I keep up the hope when all of you is gone?
I hasn't visit none of you...
Till the end of the world.
But my life visualised like pictures in a diaz.
I thought it was me and this alcohol,
until the end of time.
But I realised I need to sober up.
I am still shaky and my body's lust for it make me sick.
I am leaving it because,
I now understand I have a purpose here.
The time has changed since my brothers died.
We shared our dreams, shared our hope even the chase for success.
How can I keep up the hope when all of you is gone?
I hasn't visit none of you...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
64 reads
3 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 8:04pm
20th Mar 2020 8:04pm
notae Tironianae and a sudoku while you're drinking
had i not come across the tironian ⁊... my my... what is a 7? did tiro invent a counter to VII? it was not all borrowed numbers from the sankskirt wielding hindus?! tironian... now that's someone you don't hear of much these days, it's all aesop and spartacus... if even that... tiro formerly a footnote in the life of cicero... for a B and a III - stenography's 3... Q and R or IX - stenography's 9... yes, we europeans didn't invent the current numbers... but just imagine... the details of +, - x, ÷ hidden within the jazz hands and counting with your fingers and the abacus... and how you...
#alcohol
26 reads
0 Comments
Mogwai
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 11:59pm
19th Mar 2020 11:59pm
Thirsty
i ask for the location of a watering hole
i was directed to some new hipster bar
that is all well and good
provided they serve brains
eating; no, drinking, away the pain
just a zombie man
trying the best i can
i was directed to some new hipster bar
that is all well and good
provided they serve brains
eating; no, drinking, away the pain
just a zombie man
trying the best i can
#alcohol
21 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 11:00pm
19th Mar 2020 11:00pm
used to be a poet
newton's
a village
just up
from the
mumbles
the old
bloke in
the pub
a village
just up
from the
mumbles
the old
bloke in
the pub
#alcohol
38 reads
4 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 6:11pm
17th Mar 2020 6:11pm
Whiskey Kisses
Evan Williams
in Peach
Crown Royal
I'll take it Straight, Apple, or Vanilla
Tennessee Honey
American Honey
Jim Beam
give me
the Devil's Cut
And, sometimes,
Kilbeggan
For those odd, international moments
not really a Jameson's fan
Ain't nuthin like the burn
Like the fire,
with it's underlying sweet
Like the way it sets my mind at ease
and my body at rest
as it melts away the tension of my day
Like bacon fat in a frying pan right before I slap three, crispy...
in Peach
Crown Royal
I'll take it Straight, Apple, or Vanilla
Tennessee Honey
American Honey
Jim Beam
give me
the Devil's Cut
And, sometimes,
Kilbeggan
For those odd, international moments
not really a Jameson's fan
Ain't nuthin like the burn
Like the fire,
with it's underlying sweet
Like the way it sets my mind at ease
and my body at rest
as it melts away the tension of my day
Like bacon fat in a frying pan right before I slap three, crispy...
#silence
#peace
#spiritual #alcohol
#spiritual #alcohol
32 reads
4 Comments
Everyday_Author
Randall
Randall
Poem Published
15th Mar 2020 1:25am
15th Mar 2020 1:25am
Under The Influence: Partners In Connection
I'm under the influence
of our common bonds
finding what unites us
I feel on top
Reconnected
lost in the moment
we are one
No longer hoping
for lone harbors
The harbingers Of my safe passage
Partners in well-being
partners in right action
of our common bonds
finding what unites us
I feel on top
Reconnected
lost in the moment
we are one
No longer hoping
for lone harbors
The harbingers Of my safe passage
Partners in well-being
partners in right action
#friendship
#alcohol
#drugs
#humankind
#myself
40 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
15th Mar 2020 00:01am
15th Mar 2020 00:01am
Lone
It is quiet -
and I'm alone.
That's most Sundays,
let alone Corona Sundays -
and I wouldn't mind
if the moon fell, low enough, for me to touch her,
and the ground rose high enough
to be submerged
in stars
where you are silent
and you don't travel
across oceans,
smaller than realised
when spinning
a hand held globe,
where planets
call to me
with songs, serene,
lyrics of their home,
other lovers who live
and bleed out, awful,
in equal measure,
where the sun rises
and no one...
and I'm alone.
That's most Sundays,
let alone Corona Sundays -
and I wouldn't mind
if the moon fell, low enough, for me to touch her,
and the ground rose high enough
to be submerged
in stars
where you are silent
and you don't travel
across oceans,
smaller than realised
when spinning
a hand held globe,
where planets
call to me
with songs, serene,
lyrics of their home,
other lovers who live
and bleed out, awful,
in equal measure,
where the sun rises
and no one...
#sadness
#loneliness
#alcohol
42 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Mar 2020 11:32pm
14th Mar 2020 11:32pm
elizabethan london
they closed the theatres
during the plague years most of
us stayed in the pub ..
during the plague years most of
us stayed in the pub ..
#alcohol
#illness
#tradition
26 reads
2 Comments
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