Least Read Poems About Alcohol
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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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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
6th Feb 2025 9:57pm
Pastor Harry
Pastor Harry has had a little too much to drink
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
A couple of forties and now it's kind of hard to think
He jumps up behind the wheel and hits the gas
Little do the kiddies know: he's drunk off his ass
He sways and swerves and goes into the other lane
The other drivers are shouting "What the fuck? are you insane?"
He flicks them off and vomits on the windshield
Everybody on this motherfucking bus might get killed
Pastor Harry drives the motherfucking school bus
He doesn't let all the kids yell or cuss
This asshole is drinking...
#alcohol
#children
#religion
#rhyming
#devil
52 reads
13 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:07am
11th Jan 2025 10:07am
Campfire
I’m deep in a draught
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
Of High West Campfire,
Breathing deep,
Seeing new,
And
Just between me and you,
I don’t dare sleep,
Tiptoeing the high wire,
Awaiting the inevitable crash.
#alcohol
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1 Comment
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
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 7:07pm
5th Dec 2023 7:07pm
A Tale of two Bourbons
Bourbon has me floating
with zero gravity.
A main course of hazardous,
that doesn’t have to be.
This mad vulture plucking
meat by facsimile.
Fattened by the plagues
that he digests digitally.
Cumming zeros and ones on the
breasts of technology.
While plunging balls deep into
the death of humanity.
A whole life lived that can die
with the pull of a plug.
All the while reality tossed
under the rug.
At least the alcohol I’m
drinking is real.
Outside the grasp of
an electronic...
with zero gravity.
A main course of hazardous,
that doesn’t have to be.
This mad vulture plucking
meat by facsimile.
Fattened by the plagues
that he digests digitally.
Cumming zeros and ones on the
breasts of technology.
While plunging balls deep into
the death of humanity.
A whole life lived that can die
with the pull of a plug.
All the while reality tossed
under the rug.
At least the alcohol I’m
drinking is real.
Outside the grasp of
an electronic...
#dreams
#technology
#alcohol
56 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 4:58pm
28th Oct 2024 4:58pm
Drink Think
Cider
with
Rosie
Mead
made
Pagan
Honeymoons
Absinthe
minded
thoughts
by Jemia
with
Rosie
Mead
made
Pagan
Honeymoons
Absinthe
minded
thoughts
by Jemia
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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Ambjr
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
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
58 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:23am
7th Feb 2025 4:23am
As A Result Of Attending Wyatt's Bash
On one Sunday, Kim
woke up and discovered that
she was naked and
hungover as a result
of attending Wyatt's bash.
woke up and discovered that
she was naked and
hungover as a result
of attending Wyatt's bash.
#alcohol
#fiction
#home
#sex
#tanka
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0 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 12:52pm
5th Feb 2025 12:52pm
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
59 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Alcohol
