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.
plexus
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:52am
Yesterday 00:52am
Ana's 21st pandemic birthday party note
#relationships
#friendship
#birthday
#alcohol
#travel
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1 Comment
Evan_De_la_Vinia
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 12:04pm
26th Sep 2020 12:04pm
Pillow
Skinny bones, fat pay checks
We had too much of that stuff
You said you were under stress
So I offered you a pillow
Pillow baby make me go
Make me leave this house
Still I'd love a good show
Wouldn't want to miss a second
Rest now, let it fall
Look down my aim and see
I'll be taken, I'll be yours
If you show up in my dream
Safe house, right here
We went up the floors
Drink tray always near
Everything is crystal clear
Slow kissing, pillow beauty
I've been feeling like a...
We had too much of that stuff
You said you were under stress
So I offered you a pillow
Pillow baby make me go
Make me leave this house
Still I'd love a good show
Wouldn't want to miss a second
Rest now, let it fall
Look down my aim and see
I'll be taken, I'll be yours
If you show up in my dream
Safe house, right here
We went up the floors
Drink tray always near
Everything is crystal clear
Slow kissing, pillow beauty
I've been feeling like a...
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#passion
#emotions
26 reads
0 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 1:34am
21st Sep 2020 1:34am
Trying to Find Another Way to Make A Living
#sex
#politics
#alcohol
#memories
#PopCulture
54 reads
4 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 3:45am
20th Sep 2020 3:45am
Knocking Words
Words gentle knock on the mind’s tide
Pushing new salt on old wounds
Currents that crash into the past
In the rhythm of a serenity prayer
Never fully free or forgiven
The tide breaks hard on old shells
Making small splinters of yourself
Always present, ready to cut, ready to hurt
The words within the tide’s knock
Drag you beyond the horizon
Or seat you safely on the shore
To watch the sunset into your past
The tide faithfully comes regardless
Always knocking on the shores of your mind
Pushing new salt on old wounds
Currents that crash into the past
In the rhythm of a serenity prayer
Never fully free or forgiven
The tide breaks hard on old shells
Making small splinters of yourself
Always present, ready to cut, ready to hurt
The words within the tide’s knock
Drag you beyond the horizon
Or seat you safely on the shore
To watch the sunset into your past
The tide faithfully comes regardless
Always knocking on the shores of your mind
#strength
#courage
#alcohol
#addiction
#healing
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Evan_De_la_Vinia
Poem Published
19th Sep 2020 00:14am
19th Sep 2020 00:14am
Flesh
There was a very bright smile
In my dreams and in my car tonight
She's been through more than I
In the past weeks she did some bloody fights
I lift this glass of whiskey
To the roof as we lay down to nap
I love it when you finish our speech
And all the beach folk clap
Flesh
Flesh and bone
In the dark
When we're all alone
First you take a left and at the crossing
You take a left again
When you reach the open field, continue
There you'll meet my friend
She will lead you further to the bus ...
In my dreams and in my car tonight
She's been through more than I
In the past weeks she did some bloody fights
I lift this glass of whiskey
To the roof as we lay down to nap
I love it when you finish our speech
And all the beach folk clap
Flesh
Flesh and bone
In the dark
When we're all alone
First you take a left and at the crossing
You take a left again
When you reach the open field, continue
There you'll meet my friend
She will lead you further to the bus ...
#lust
#erotic
#alcohol
#temptation
#passion
72 reads
2 Comments
Nosensemakessense
Poem Published
17th Sep 2020 6:32pm
17th Sep 2020 6:32pm
Talk To Yourself, Riss.
Its not a smile
Its dead eyed bliss
Just drown it all
That's the quick fix
That way you can't
Blow out your mind
You'll just miss
Its dead eyed bliss
Just drown it all
That's the quick fix
That way you can't
Blow out your mind
You'll just miss
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#alcohol
83 reads
2 Comments
zenithquasar77
Marcus cooke
Marcus cooke
Poem Published
14th Sep 2020 6:35am
14th Sep 2020 6:35am
4. Awakenings
My shackles shake
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
53 reads
9 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
10th Sep 2020 5:06am
10th Sep 2020 5:06am
Bro, If I Can Save My Own Ass, It’d Be A Miracle
it’s the ink stain on
your shirt
it’s because you chose the
cheaper option
is it your fault you
blacked out and
can’t remember what
happened?
spending $101.21 at
the corner store so I
can watch some prick
cook a lasagna at
6:35pm on Labor
Day
I’m
just
this
guy
in
the
back
of
the
club
saying
no
to
all
these
perverted
sluts
trying
to
suck
and
fuck
me
...
your shirt
it’s because you chose the
cheaper option
is it your fault you
blacked out and
can’t remember what
happened?
spending $101.21 at
the corner store so I
can watch some prick
cook a lasagna at
6:35pm on Labor
Day
I’m
just
this
guy
in
the
back
of
the
club
saying
no
to
all
these
perverted
sluts
trying
to
suck
and
fuck
me
...
#sex
#money
#alcohol
#marijuana
#food
64 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 4:49pm
9th Sep 2020 4:49pm
GreatCommunications&Confessions(of'dkzk), Volume ???.6 /
Sorry, no alcohol at all since last Sept 15, 2019.
And then, there's The Sobriety Marathon, 1987-2015.
In 2015 I decided to "treat myself" to trying all them craft beers that were not in existence when started 28 year sobriety "binge".
I was in another near year of sobriety when Leah died. I maintained sobriety for a month or two afterward, but then went back on my world beer tour.
Sept 15 was the stupidest day of my so-called Life. And it was triggered by an EXPLOSION of grief in the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery. I had picked up the mail before...
And then, there's The Sobriety Marathon, 1987-2015.
In 2015 I decided to "treat myself" to trying all them craft beers that were not in existence when started 28 year sobriety "binge".
I was in another near year of sobriety when Leah died. I maintained sobriety for a month or two afterward, but then went back on my world beer tour.
Sept 15 was the stupidest day of my so-called Life. And it was triggered by an EXPLOSION of grief in the parking lot of the neighborhood grocery. I had picked up the mail before...
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
#alcohol
#LifeChangingMoment
#prison
72 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
#women
#romantic
#alcohol
#apocalypse
#sexy
49 reads
8 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 1:09am
7th Sep 2020 1:09am
Life Decimated By Truest True Love / A True Confessional, Truly
Now old, (chronic) diseased, and and no longer
"desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might
say
"Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of
Me?"
Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion.
and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they
turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s).
(d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)
Now, looky here. I don't pre'tend to
...
"desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might
say
"Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of
Me?"
Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion.
and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they
turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s).
(d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)
Now, looky here. I don't pre'tend to
...
#love
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#tragedy
53 reads
10 Comments
Chuck
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 7:41pm
5th Sep 2020 7:41pm
Building Strength to Carry On
Down in a hole
When everyone seems
To pass me by
No step ladder
Or suggestions
Long periods unnoticed
Easily forgotten
Lost
Invisible burdens
Fills
This hole
I'm mentally drowning
Alcohol
Steady pouring
Heavy weight I feel
No sorrows
No time for tears
Crying
Only I would hear
Proving nothing
When only I
Enduring this great pain
Like shards of glass coming down like rain
This isn't the time for me to lay
Exercising constantly
Building strength to carry...
When everyone seems
To pass me by
No step ladder
Or suggestions
Long periods unnoticed
Easily forgotten
Lost
Invisible burdens
Fills
This hole
I'm mentally drowning
Alcohol
Steady pouring
Heavy weight I feel
No sorrows
No time for tears
Crying
Only I would hear
Proving nothing
When only I
Enduring this great pain
Like shards of glass coming down like rain
This isn't the time for me to lay
Exercising constantly
Building strength to carry...
#depression
#loneliness
#alcohol #addiction
#alcohol #addiction
72 reads
4 Comments
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