Poems About Alcohol Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about alcohol seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
reign and ruin
wild eyed king of the past
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
ruler of shot glass realms
struttin down neon streets
arm in arm with beautiful strangers
electric
hungry
unstoppable
I devoured darkness
and it devoured me back
thru tangles of limbs
and sheets stained with lipstick
whiskey seepin into my blood
flesh against flesh against flesh
they wanted the fire in me
the untamed beast
that burned thru rooms
and left ashes of promises behind
they wanted to know
what destruction tasted like
so they pressed their...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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one too many
hands brace against concrete walls
searchin for somethin solid
in a spinnin world
where streetlights melt
in late november rain
liquored up white lies
slide from a tongue gone numb
drippin like poison
as dawn ticks closer
and memory unravels
the bartender’s face
smears like watercolor
thru the bottom of my glass
measurin out oblivion
in four finger pours
while my phone buzzes
with promises I failed to keep
broken bottle self esteem
catchin glints of moonlight
in parkin lot...
searchin for somethin solid
in a spinnin world
where streetlights melt
in late november rain
liquored up white lies
slide from a tongue gone numb
drippin like poison
as dawn ticks closer
and memory unravels
the bartender’s face
smears like watercolor
thru the bottom of my glass
measurin out oblivion
in four finger pours
while my phone buzzes
with promises I failed to keep
broken bottle self esteem
catchin glints of moonlight
in parkin lot...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
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Faustian City Blues
Faustian City Blues
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
The neon dancers are framed
In the purple glow of harlequins
In the court of autumn kings
Sitting on barstool thrones
Whose greying crowns
Are the color of pigeons perched on powerlines
Like angels gazing down ruefully
From smoky bourbon eyes
When even ghosts of the Storyville Night
Cry under sheets stained in the salty brine
Of love gone wrong on a Faustian mattress
For the rose of yesteryear
#aging
#alcohol
#angels #ghosts
#angels #ghosts
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The Pond Life MafIa
Ive always wondered
How anyone, or thing
Could be
"Pissed as a newt!"
Does this suggest
As i may digress
That newts
Have an alcohol problem?
Presumably reknowned
For getting inebriated!
Although "pissed" in other countries
Refers to being angry
Which is more disconcerting
As i now live in fear
Of gangs of angry intoxicated newts
Wandering the streets
Both pissed off, and pissed
Like pondlife mafia!
by Jemia
How anyone, or thing
Could be
"Pissed as a newt!"
Does this suggest
As i may digress
That newts
Have an alcohol problem?
Presumably reknowned
For getting inebriated!
Although "pissed" in other countries
Refers to being angry
Which is more disconcerting
As i now live in fear
Of gangs of angry intoxicated newts
Wandering the streets
Both pissed off, and pissed
Like pondlife mafia!
by Jemia
#alcohol
#anger
#funny
#nature
#satirical
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It's Funny
It's funny
I have cider, and red wine
Both collecting dust
But whenever i have mead in the house
Drink it i Must!
It's funny
I don't like honey
In drinks, or on toast
I love it in a pewter goblet
Or a glass at most
It's funny
That i love smoking weed
When drinking mead
That they happen to rhyme
Is a little sublime
It's funny
I imagine a dinosaur
Would find me quite a delight
Full basted in herbs, and honey
I'm sure i'd make a delicious bite!
It's funny
You see ...
I have cider, and red wine
Both collecting dust
But whenever i have mead in the house
Drink it i Must!
It's funny
I don't like honey
In drinks, or on toast
I love it in a pewter goblet
Or a glass at most
It's funny
That i love smoking weed
When drinking mead
That they happen to rhyme
Is a little sublime
It's funny
I imagine a dinosaur
Would find me quite a delight
Full basted in herbs, and honey
I'm sure i'd make a delicious bite!
It's funny
You see ...
#alcohol
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#marijuana
#satirical
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Broken soul
Exiled into darkness
Imprisoned inside myself
Hollow heart where
No light is left
I guess it's for the best
I'm not giving up, I'm giving in
Now it's time to retreat
To the devil that lies within
Watch myself decay
With noone to save me now
No more rules or laws
No more breaking useless vows
I'll just slip quietly away
Noone to notice or care
A broken soul
Lying withered and bare
Imprisoned inside myself
Hollow heart where
No light is left
I guess it's for the best
I'm not giving up, I'm giving in
Now it's time to retreat
To the devil that lies within
Watch myself decay
With noone to save me now
No more rules or laws
No more breaking useless vows
I'll just slip quietly away
Noone to notice or care
A broken soul
Lying withered and bare
#addiction
#alcohol
#despair
#emptiness
#sadness
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blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
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whiskey’s ghost
I remember you
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #MentalHealth
#healing #MentalHealth
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tempo rubato kinda life
my mind speaks in accidentals
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
sharp where it should be natural
flat when it needs to rise
most nights I swallowed stars
just so I could piss lightnin
and split the earth open
rushin toward dawn
I’ve birthed symphonies in dive bar shadows
bled fragments of masterpieces
into empty glasses
under the spotlight of neon signs
I’ve conducted electricity thru concrete
caused the world to vibrate in perfect pitch…
every thought
every idea
cuttin crescendos thru the air
I’ve descended into scales of minor keys ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#MentalHealth
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first ones to die
we’re the first ones to live
burnin bright in a world
of dim and muted colors
we’ve danced on power lines
tasted light from heaven
in summer storms
to wake lost and cold
in winter’s gutters
our bones heavy with fire and lead
we soar higher
sink deeper
always first in line
to find the poison in the air
empty bottles litter our path
breadcrumbs leadin nowhere
the universe’s favorite lab rats
white coats take note
tablet filled bottles of temporary grace
tryin to stop us from catchin fire
we wake on...
burnin bright in a world
of dim and muted colors
we’ve danced on power lines
tasted light from heaven
in summer storms
to wake lost and cold
in winter’s gutters
our bones heavy with fire and lead
we soar higher
sink deeper
always first in line
to find the poison in the air
empty bottles litter our path
breadcrumbs leadin nowhere
the universe’s favorite lab rats
white coats take note
tablet filled bottles of temporary grace
tryin to stop us from catchin fire
we wake on...
#alcohol
#healing
#MentalHealth
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blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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Caribs

#alcohol
#dirty
#erotic
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DU Poetry : Poems About Alcohol Seeking Friendly Advice