Poems About Alcohol Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about alcohol seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
PAR
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 11:59am
25th Aug 2024 11:59am
Alice after Alice
cat over wall
moonlight over the cat
night that is already a fact
Alice grows up alone
Alice doesn't see the cat
Alice travels by jet
Alice eats vegetables
Alice hates meat
even more cat meat
Alice doesn't drink tea
doesn't even wear hats
lives on the streets
her body on the moon
Alice doesn't live now
Alice never dates
has wrinkles
lost faith
Alice is alone
like a cat
who laughs
suspended in light
laughing in the moonlight
forgotten bottle
sleeping in a bar
moonlight over the cat
night that is already a fact
Alice grows up alone
Alice doesn't see the cat
Alice travels by jet
Alice eats vegetables
Alice hates meat
even more cat meat
Alice doesn't drink tea
doesn't even wear hats
lives on the streets
her body on the moon
Alice doesn't live now
Alice never dates
has wrinkles
lost faith
Alice is alone
like a cat
who laughs
suspended in light
laughing in the moonlight
forgotten bottle
sleeping in a bar
#alcohol
#anxiety
#honesty
#scary
#temptation
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4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 11:47am
22nd Aug 2024 11:47am
Mistakes can be deadly
He worked
He worked
He worked
and worked
He drank
He drank
He drank
and drank
His job wasn't to far from his home
He would walk home the same route every day
It wasn't the greatest neighborhood
Hobo's were always near the liquor store he would stop by each evening
He'd buy a bottle and have it finished by the time he arrived home
Trash littered the streets & sidewalks
He would always look down to see if any scratch-offs were thrown on the ground
Once he found a used scratch-off that had a 2 dollar...
He worked
He worked
and worked
He drank
He drank
He drank
and drank
His job wasn't to far from his home
He would walk home the same route every day
It wasn't the greatest neighborhood
Hobo's were always near the liquor store he would stop by each evening
He'd buy a bottle and have it finished by the time he arrived home
Trash littered the streets & sidewalks
He would always look down to see if any scratch-offs were thrown on the ground
Once he found a used scratch-off that had a 2 dollar...
#alcohol
#boredom
#death
#home
#ShortStory
86 reads
8 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 00:12am
18th Aug 2024 00:12am
I can’t face the roast
sunday lunch in the pub,
but I’m never hungry at lunchtime,
still full from a late breakfast
I ask for a whisky and,
as everyone looks askance I say,
defensively, on toast ..
but I’m never hungry at lunchtime,
still full from a late breakfast
I ask for a whisky and,
as everyone looks askance I say,
defensively, on toast ..
#alcohol
#food
82 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:09pm
17th Aug 2024 12:09pm
The Final Curtain (part 2)
Two weeks after my mother's funeral, my father has become much more distant
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
#alcohol
#cars
#death
#father
#fiction
78 reads
4 Comments
Aquatic-Vehicle
Lexiloo
Lexiloo
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 12:03pm
10th Aug 2024 12:03pm
Love Is An Illusion
Cloak runs clear
As I’m ravished in pretend.
An unwilling jerk
It forces me in a mirage.
Pastel cotton candy skies
A lake coated in a green hue
Glisten against one another.
A stench of pollen
So overwhelming it curls my nose hairs.
Everything is perfect.
As I brought the jar to my lips
I gasp for a sip
And the bitter taste clogs my tonsils.
Ultimately, it was the taste
The bitter coat of gin
That ushered me awake.
It’s the captivating effect of love.
Or alcohol.
...
As I’m ravished in pretend.
An unwilling jerk
It forces me in a mirage.
Pastel cotton candy skies
A lake coated in a green hue
Glisten against one another.
A stench of pollen
So overwhelming it curls my nose hairs.
Everything is perfect.
As I brought the jar to my lips
I gasp for a sip
And the bitter taste clogs my tonsils.
Ultimately, it was the taste
The bitter coat of gin
That ushered me awake.
It’s the captivating effect of love.
Or alcohol.
...
#alcohol
#healing
#temptation #vulnerability
#temptation #vulnerability
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0 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
Bottling Woe Is Me
Bottoms of bottles are mainly saliva
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
164 reads
2 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 00:19am
5th Aug 2024 00:19am
Fine Blackberry Wine
BlackBerry Wine
The taste is fine
The shade of my lips
Before they’ve been kissed
And adorned with lipstick
The glass is half full
I still feel the pull of the sweet night
As I close my eyes
The moon keeps me company
I never feel lonely
Blackberry wine
The taste of a sweet line
One says to get you in bed
The type of man you want to forget but can’t
I might switch back to Blueberry
The taste is fine
The shade of my lips
Before they’ve been kissed
And adorned with lipstick
The glass is half full
I still feel the pull of the sweet night
As I close my eyes
The moon keeps me company
I never feel lonely
Blackberry wine
The taste of a sweet line
One says to get you in bed
The type of man you want to forget but can’t
I might switch back to Blueberry
#alcohol
#ForbiddenLove
#honesty
150 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2024 00:27am
22nd Jul 2024 00:27am
the pessimistic view
the plague carriers
are generally unaware
of the harm they do,
fleas, mosquitoes,
rats, humans, birds, bats, flies, the
water you drink,
the air you inhale,
we’re all parasites, all deep into each others lungs,
into each other’s entrails ..
are generally unaware
of the harm they do,
fleas, mosquitoes,
rats, humans, birds, bats, flies, the
water you drink,
the air you inhale,
we’re all parasites, all deep into each others lungs,
into each other’s entrails ..
#alcohol
134 reads
1 Comment
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 9:52pm
21st Jul 2024 9:52pm
Caramel Macchiato
Cafe au Lait on full display
The most perfect mixture
is heading my way
Skin perfectly blended,
evenly Brown
Like espresso with sweet cream
Color of
Bailey's, a perfect double-shot,
dropped in warm Guinness
Skin glistens softly, teasingly tan
Like caramel over pralines
A glimpse her way
wards your troubles away
Or do they follow in the wake of her passage?
She is the kind of pretty that means
both "peace" and "trouble"
Her look can...
Mellow you...
The most perfect mixture
is heading my way
Skin perfectly blended,
evenly Brown
Like espresso with sweet cream
Color of
Bailey's, a perfect double-shot,
dropped in warm Guinness
Skin glistens softly, teasingly tan
Like caramel over pralines
A glimpse her way
wards your troubles away
Or do they follow in the wake of her passage?
She is the kind of pretty that means
both "peace" and "trouble"
Her look can...
Mellow you...
#alcohol
#lover
#magic #strength
#magic #strength
140 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 12:03pm
11th Jul 2024 12:03pm
You Folks Know Jesus?
Jesus was recently in a re-hab center
Jesus was in AA
Jesus was in a car wreck
Jesus was sucking his dealer off for more dope
Jesus was getting good head before performing at his local church
Jesus od'ing in his bathroom
Jesus was in AA
Jesus was in a car wreck
Jesus was sucking his dealer off for more dope
Jesus was getting good head before performing at his local church
Jesus od'ing in his bathroom
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs
#God
#spiritual
155 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 1:02am
10th Jul 2024 1:02am
and the nub of things
wanted to write something clever
and philosophical, but since
I’m not socrates or plato I didn’t
bother and went to the pub, just as the last orders bell rings
and philosophical, but since
I’m not socrates or plato I didn’t
bother and went to the pub, just as the last orders bell rings
#alcohol
#philosophical
85 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 1:52am
8th Jul 2024 1:52am
Summer is ..
July
Heat
Staying light late
Watermelon
Flesh exposed
Complaining about weather
Humidity
Bugs
Alcohol haze
Horniness
This year political madness
They all suck
I’ll take Kamala
At least she’s lucid
Back to regular programming
Sleep deprived
Did I say horny ?
Mood
Would be poet
Widow Jane Rye
Gradation
He’s got a good curveball
The boys of summer
Beer
Heat
Staying light late
Watermelon
Flesh exposed
Complaining about weather
Humidity
Bugs
Alcohol haze
Horniness
This year political madness
They all suck
I’ll take Kamala
At least she’s lucid
Back to regular programming
Sleep deprived
Did I say horny ?
Mood
Would be poet
Widow Jane Rye
Gradation
He’s got a good curveball
The boys of summer
Beer
#alcohol
#CharlesBukowski
#sex
#StreamOfConsciousness
#summer
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35 Comments
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