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
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
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
Today 1:59am
Today 1:59am
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
38 reads
3 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
40 reads
0 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:47am
25th Jan 2025 5:47am
The Wolftrap Bar
A tall glass of water you are”
The words I had no control of
Marooned at Wolfstrap
Except I wasn’t trapped
The bar partially empty
I had drank a few
Before I met you
You helped me sober up
And got me home
Alone I had felt
Until you made me melt,
My cold heart thawed out
I might be thinking out loud
But I may have found
The one I’ve been waiting for
I sank to the floor
An interesting predicament
Do you wish to be friends?
Or will you possibly,
Hopefully, maybe
Be mine
I’ve lived a...
The words I had no control of
Marooned at Wolfstrap
Except I wasn’t trapped
The bar partially empty
I had drank a few
Before I met you
You helped me sober up
And got me home
Alone I had felt
Until you made me melt,
My cold heart thawed out
I might be thinking out loud
But I may have found
The one I’ve been waiting for
I sank to the floor
An interesting predicament
Do you wish to be friends?
Or will you possibly,
Hopefully, maybe
Be mine
I’ve lived a...
#alcohol
#emotions
#patience
40 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 2:11am
4th Nov 2024 2:11am
Rapidly Rapid
There once a bar owner
called David
On a full moon would
turn a bit rabid
He wore green bottles
on his ceiling
Which were certainly
quite appealing
As the drink flowed
at a rate that was rapid
by Jemia
called David
On a full moon would
turn a bit rabid
He wore green bottles
on his ceiling
Which were certainly
quite appealing
As the drink flowed
at a rate that was rapid
by Jemia
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#limerick
47 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 00:26am
24th Jan 2025 00:26am
how about I just sit here nice and quiet
old bloke in the bar says
I can’t go home in this weather, not with
my chest and this cough
but the publican replies
sorry mate, we’re closing
up and you can’t stay here all night
aye, says the old bloke, it’s
a conundrum, right enough ..
I can’t go home in this weather, not with
my chest and this cough
but the publican replies
sorry mate, we’re closing
up and you can’t stay here all night
aye, says the old bloke, it’s
a conundrum, right enough ..
#alcohol
#fear
#rain
#storm
#wind
49 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 1:20am
30th Jan 2025 1:20am
things grow old, that once were new
nobody under fifty reads wodehouse,
they have their own
worlds apart, we are, but mine has always required a quick
snifter or two
they have their own
worlds apart, we are, but mine has always required a quick
snifter or two
#alcohol
#reading
49 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
5th Jan 2025 12:55pm
Beer & Murder
During the 2000's a severe winter storm kept temperatures in the 20's and thousands of homes in Southern Texas, without power for several days. It was perhaps a combination of cabin fever and alcohol that led one woman to shoot her 71 year old husband to death in the kitchen of their home. He gave her a can of warm beer. It had occurred to neither one of them to chill a six-pack on the back porch!
#alcohol
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory
#winter
50 reads
9 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:33pm
4th Feb 2025 11:33pm
I remember you
the old bloke in the pub
snorts when the publican shouts
“time, gentleman, please!”
please yourself,
the old bloke in the pub says,
I remember you from school,
you in your shorts, with your
sticky out knees ..
snorts when the publican shouts
“time, gentleman, please!”
please yourself,
the old bloke in the pub says,
I remember you from school,
you in your shorts, with your
sticky out knees ..
#alcohol
51 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:30pm
10th Dec 2024 6:30pm
Sore Monkey Tales!
drama of the last few days, i suffered some accidental injuries, caused mostly by my fab new Socofy shoes, ive since realised they have a much narrower heel to the boots i normally wear, plus i was tired, so wasn't the best time to wear them to a ball! the consequence of that,was i fell over twice, next day i noticed a slightly blood stained knee, a swollen hand, and the worst injury was caused when i landed on my coccyx, so moving around is very painful, but i had to go shopping for some essentials, it is bloody agony, i bruised it about 20 years ago, caused by me mentioning to a neighbour,...
#alcohol
#hurt
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
#LifeAsAWriter #philosophical
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0 Comments
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