Poems About Alcohol Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about alcohol seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:07pm
21st Mar 2025 10:07pm
One night at the bar
A man minding his own business is sitting in a bar.
Enjoying some downtime after a hard days work.
Sometime later, a drunken, loud, brash man comes stumbling in.
He's causing a raucous all around him.
He sits his ass down right near the quiet man.
This drunk stunk of sweat and booze.
The drunk fuck turned to the quiet man and said, "What's your issue? Why do you look like that? Why do you look troubled?"
The quiet man said, "No issue, just minding my own business".
The drunk didn't like that answer and continued...
Enjoying some downtime after a hard days work.
Sometime later, a drunken, loud, brash man comes stumbling in.
He's causing a raucous all around him.
He sits his ass down right near the quiet man.
This drunk stunk of sweat and booze.
The drunk fuck turned to the quiet man and said, "What's your issue? Why do you look like that? Why do you look troubled?"
The quiet man said, "No issue, just minding my own business".
The drunk didn't like that answer and continued...
#alcohol
#anger
#bullying
#ShortStory
#violence
43 reads
5 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
Vodka
Dulling lights of Soho’s Vodka Bar
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
#alcohol
#hope
40 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 6:39pm
18th Mar 2025 6:39pm
Possibly From Gulping Down Too Many Beers
Darlene woke naked and hungover.
She remembered Walter offering her a beer.
Afterwards, her mind went blank.
She remembered Walter offering her a beer.
Afterwards, her mind went blank.
#alcohol
#corruption
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
32 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 6:51pm
16th Mar 2025 6:51pm
Real Reason Why She Invited Us To Her Party
Mila staggered into the kitchen.
She was totally naked and so hungover.
Mila saw Jim and Sharon.
They were naked and touching each other.
That caused Mila to cry big time.
She was totally naked and so hungover.
Mila saw Jim and Sharon.
They were naked and touching each other.
That caused Mila to cry big time.
#alcohol
#betrayal
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
62 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 1:36am
16th Mar 2025 1:36am
…
boswell ?
as far as I know,
said johnson
as far as I know,
said johnson
#alcohol
59 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 00:57am
16th Mar 2025 00:57am
Waking Up With More Than A Hangover
Mary woke and saw Ted.
Then, she discovered she was also naked.
Mary felt a painful head.
Then, she discovered she was also naked.
Mary felt a painful head.
#alcohol
#confusion
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
64 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 00:44am
14th Mar 2025 00:44am
be there again, soon
used to write poems on beer mats
in the pub,
no one read them, of course,
but it passed an afternoon ..
in the pub,
no one read them, of course,
but it passed an afternoon ..
#alcohol
83 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 1:45pm
12th Mar 2025 1:45pm
Figured You'll Want One After Last Night
Dina woke hungover and naked.
Jason walked in with cups of coffee.
He gave one to her.
Jason walked in with cups of coffee.
He gave one to her.
#alcohol
#coffee
#fiction
#hurt
#sex
130 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 11:36am
12th Mar 2025 11:36am
Gary Must've Spiked The Punch
Holly, why are you naked?
Huh? Mom! What are you doing home?!
Finished my Philadelphia job early.
Hi. Are you Mark's mom?
No, I'm Holly's mom. And you are?
I'm Ben. Who is Holly?
She's who's naked like you!
Ah, no! Gary must've spiked the punch!
Sharon's brother, Mom. You remember?
I remember... and should've known!
He must've snuck bottles of Jack Daniel's!
Honest, Mom! I didn't know!
Relax, Holly. Just go get yourself dressed.
Okay, Mom. And thanks for being understanding.
Huh? Mom! What are you doing home?!
Finished my Philadelphia job early.
Hi. Are you Mark's mom?
No, I'm Holly's mom. And you are?
I'm Ben. Who is Holly?
She's who's naked like you!
Ah, no! Gary must've spiked the punch!
Sharon's brother, Mom. You remember?
I remember... and should've known!
He must've snuck bottles of Jack Daniel's!
Honest, Mom! I didn't know!
Relax, Holly. Just go get yourself dressed.
Okay, Mom. And thanks for being understanding.
#alcohol
#anger
#dialogue
#fiction
#mother
54 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 1:31am
11th Mar 2025 1:31am
What Have I Been Drinking Last Night?
Kevin woke up very hungover.
He saw Jennifer looking with a smile.
Kevin placed hands on forehead.
He saw Jennifer looking with a smile.
Kevin placed hands on forehead.
#alcohol
#fiction
#friendship
#hurt
#sex
81 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 00:38am
6th Mar 2025 00:38am
anon
I don’t like crowds
but I’m alright if they ignore me
overlook me or never bloody
saw me as anyone other than
that old bloke in the pub with
a book ..
but I’m alright if they ignore me
overlook me or never bloody
saw me as anyone other than
that old bloke in the pub with
a book ..
#alcohol
88 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 2:00am
5th Mar 2025 2:00am
That Depends On My Head
Good morning. You're feeling okay?
That depends on my head. Your name?
My name's Richard. What's yours?
My name's Nancy. Got the same friend?
Yes. Teri is who spiked the punch.
That depends on my head. Your name?
My name's Richard. What's yours?
My name's Nancy. Got the same friend?
Yes. Teri is who spiked the punch.
#alcohol
#confusion
#dialogue
#fiction
#friendship
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