Least Read Poems About Alcohol
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 6:40pm
30th Apr 2024 6:40pm
Take It
The clouds are not cotton candy
and no unicorns are here shitting
rainbows and skittles, it’s just the
city, sticky with a side of grit
A perfect world would be fucking dandy
but alas, the fists of life keep hitting
knocking on thin walls without pity
until you scream “goddamn this shit!”
Some bourbon and smoke would be handy
drowning it all while you’re quitting
throwing down the real nitty gritty
pushing the plunger for the big hit
The hourglass broke and left you sandy
open to no rules and restless...
and no unicorns are here shitting
rainbows and skittles, it’s just the
city, sticky with a side of grit
A perfect world would be fucking dandy
but alas, the fists of life keep hitting
knocking on thin walls without pity
until you scream “goddamn this shit!”
Some bourbon and smoke would be handy
drowning it all while you’re quitting
throwing down the real nitty gritty
pushing the plunger for the big hit
The hourglass broke and left you sandy
open to no rules and restless...
#alcohol
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
21 reads
15 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 6:55pm
2nd Apr 2024 6:55pm
The Poetry of Dying Slow
A foothold on the promised land
slipping away with the hourglass sand
into the river of what might have been
yesterdays never seen again
In the amber light of a cocktail night
three fingers of whiskey is quite alright
just about enough to slowly drown
all the sorrows from the way deep down
A heart of stone chiseled by needs
into a shape that no longer bleeds
droplets of love into an empty room
drift away on a red balloon
The shades of violet in a sky so blue
floating aimlessly without a clue
he won’t let...
slipping away with the hourglass sand
into the river of what might have been
yesterdays never seen again
In the amber light of a cocktail night
three fingers of whiskey is quite alright
just about enough to slowly drown
all the sorrows from the way deep down
A heart of stone chiseled by needs
into a shape that no longer bleeds
droplets of love into an empty room
drift away on a red balloon
The shades of violet in a sky so blue
floating aimlessly without a clue
he won’t let...
#sadness
#alcohol
#hurt
22 reads
12 Comments
Ryan-Hayward
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 7:29am
22nd Mar 2025 7:29am
Mummy, What Will I Be When I grow Up?
The beauty of graceful sunsets lost,
the price of non rewind deep wound cost,
addict blows the opium itching & bleeding,
losing cardboard parts to a child laying
in the sun as the needle stings & pierces.
Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce,
reach out and touch the piercing stars,
its time to play so lets rehearse,
dream of kingdom comes remains far.
Fire in his belly as liars are on the telly
ramble and scramble, pretend to be able
screaming, ranting, pointing bony fingers
as flesh becomes death at their two...
the price of non rewind deep wound cost,
addict blows the opium itching & bleeding,
losing cardboard parts to a child laying
in the sun as the needle stings & pierces.
Lost a deep nerve frantically fierce,
reach out and touch the piercing stars,
its time to play so lets rehearse,
dream of kingdom comes remains far.
Fire in his belly as liars are on the telly
ramble and scramble, pretend to be able
screaming, ranting, pointing bony fingers
as flesh becomes death at their two...
#alcohol
#drugs
29 reads
0 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
13th Mar 2024 3:49am
Ale for the Ail
Closing my eyes
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
as I savor this moment
with big gulps of treasure.
Pretty soon, my mind is buh-bye,
drowning the torment.
Looking forward to the pleasure.
Tilting the bottle
to get those drops of goodness
that I need in my life.
Emotions at full throttle,
I must confess
I am riddled with strife.
Looking for satisfaction
in this cylindrical phenomenon
where my worries are diminished.
I enjoy the distraction.
Yes, I am gone.
I need another; I am not finished.
#alcohol
#rhyming
#confessional
32 reads
20 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
36 reads
0 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
47 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
50 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 00:29am
13th Feb 2025 00:29am
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
53 reads
0 Comments
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
53 reads
5 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 11:16pm
2nd Aug 2023 11:16pm
Bibacious
I find myself stuck in the same cycle.
Call me Laurie Strode
and the alcohol Michael Myers.
Persistently chasing me to death.
Constantly out of breath
running through this marathon.
It is hella long, and I am tired.
Unable to shake this bad habit
and thoughts stay multiplying like rabbits.
My words become visible,
and I hurl them at myself with loud violence.
Looking for the balance
between psychosis and empty silence.
Asking myself, why fight the thirst?
Every new day is usually the worst.
So why not let my vice...
Call me Laurie Strode
and the alcohol Michael Myers.
Persistently chasing me to death.
Constantly out of breath
running through this marathon.
It is hella long, and I am tired.
Unable to shake this bad habit
and thoughts stay multiplying like rabbits.
My words become visible,
and I hurl them at myself with loud violence.
Looking for the balance
between psychosis and empty silence.
Asking myself, why fight the thirst?
Every new day is usually the worst.
So why not let my vice...
#alcohol
#MentalHealth
54 reads
30 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 12:32pm
8th Jan 2025 12:32pm
The Mead Dame (5-7-5)
Am
a
dam
mad
dame
Mead
made
me
meadium
rare
Not
meadiocre!
by Jemia
a
dam
mad
dame
Mead
made
me
meadium
rare
Not
meadiocre!
by Jemia
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical #satirical
#philosophical #satirical
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Alcohol
