Least Read Poems About Alcohol
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Everavalon
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:35pm
5th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Drunkard
Depth of lost wisdom
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
#alcohol
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Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 3:40am
1st Nov 2024 3:40am
Fallen Angel
Quietly, she sits alone in an empty home
But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore
Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust
But the only thing disgusting is her own soul
-And now she's too far gone
She cannot be saved
Just like a fallen angel- (chorus1)
Desperately, she tries to make her way through this life
But life doesn't want her to find a way inside
Frantically, she searches for a reason to try
But all she can find is more pain for all her crimes
-Oh, now she's too far gone
She'll never be saved ...
But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore
Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust
But the only thing disgusting is her own soul
-And now she's too far gone
She cannot be saved
Just like a fallen angel- (chorus1)
Desperately, she tries to make her way through this life
But life doesn't want her to find a way inside
Frantically, she searches for a reason to try
But all she can find is more pain for all her crimes
-Oh, now she's too far gone
She'll never be saved ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#lyrics #MentalHealth
#lyrics #MentalHealth
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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
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
24th Sep 2024 11:27pm
Ease of Autumn
In Hills where the mist meets the gold of the trees
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
Lived a Bavarian lord, with a heart set at ease
The chill of the autumn had kissed the bright land
And the fruits of the season were ripe by his hand
His manor stood high, with its windows aglow
Scent of the harvest crept soft through the snow
The vineyards hung heavy, the apples were sweet
The fields rich with pumpkins lay under his feet
With a laugh in his throat and his stein raised high
He welcomed the dusk, under crisp autumn sky
His dunkel was poured, dark and full...
#alcohol
#fall
#food
#narrative
#rhyming
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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
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oldmanG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 11:56am
17th Nov 2024 11:56am
G Says
G says
G says I’m done with that lady
She only tries to control me
He hides from himself
Says he’s right but he knows that he’s not
G says he’s sorry for being angry
Wants to change but needs some help
Look for a couch big enough to hold my thoughts
G says have you seen my Port around
I feel thirsty and naked without it
I go to the gazebo
To smoke my dreams and listen for the crickets
Says I don’t owe the world nothing
G says I’m tired of being the clown
Don’t want to...
G says I’m done with that lady
She only tries to control me
He hides from himself
Says he’s right but he knows that he’s not
G says he’s sorry for being angry
Wants to change but needs some help
Look for a couch big enough to hold my thoughts
G says have you seen my Port around
I feel thirsty and naked without it
I go to the gazebo
To smoke my dreams and listen for the crickets
Says I don’t owe the world nothing
G says I’m tired of being the clown
Don’t want to...
#alcohol
#happiness
#hate
#love
#marijuana
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oldmanG
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 7:09pm
7th Dec 2024 7:09pm
Red Wine and Money
Feel like the home team prevails
Perfect day to play two
Popcorn and pretzels
On
Bleachers scream home team
Grabbing some dogs and beer
Phone bet 200
Settle seat rooting for money
9th inning tied game
Buckner 1st base
Pitch in place
Man on third
Ball rolling down the line
Sets his feet
Glove almost down
Ghost ball through the 5 hole
Next day put down 20 wine and spirits
Green bottle in bag
Look down the green lens
See empty bottle
...
Perfect day to play two
Popcorn and pretzels
On
Bleachers scream home team
Grabbing some dogs and beer
Phone bet 200
Settle seat rooting for money
9th inning tied game
Buckner 1st base
Pitch in place
Man on third
Ball rolling down the line
Sets his feet
Glove almost down
Ghost ball through the 5 hole
Next day put down 20 wine and spirits
Green bottle in bag
Look down the green lens
See empty bottle
...
#addiction
#alcohol
#money #sports
#money #sports
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 00:05am
14th Nov 2024 00:05am
his last night down the pub ..
the old bloke was last seen
in the kings arms
imploringly held out in front of
him there was nothing
in the kings arms
imploringly held out in front of
him there was nothing
#alcohol
#despair
#emptiness
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Alcohol
