Long Poems About Alcohol
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Long poems about alcohol. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Ambjr
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
18th Mar 2025 12:09pm
if you give an addict tramadol
if you give an addict some tramadol
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
he'll take it for the pain
and when he takes it for the pain
he might remember how it feels
to float above his body
watchin his troubles shrink away
if he remembers how it feels
he might want to feel it longer
and if he wants to feel it longer
he might take two instead of one
or four instead of two
if he takes two instead of one
he'll need more when the prescription ends
and if he needs more when the prescription ends
he'll remember old friends with loose morals
...
#addiction
#alcohol
90 reads
11 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
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
115 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
4th Feb 2025 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
113 reads
9 Comments
hgnichols
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 00:13am
18th Oct 2024 00:13am
New York Supplication
#alcohol
#depression
#sex #suicide
#sex #suicide
103 reads
3 Comments
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
83 reads
0 Comments
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
124 reads
4 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
221 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 1:10am
7th Jul 2024 1:10am
moonbeats & heartbeams
I just never know which voice is gonna show
when you give drunk me a pen
a little sass
a bit of passion
expression of frustration
some kinda combination
it all depends what's going on in my head
nights like tonight I'm a mess
all wild blood & restless bones
some kinda heady brew of adrenaline & emotion
I don't know if it's the drink or the moon
but I'm torn...
can't decide what I wanna do
I want my hands all over you
but I also feel the need to move
just this side of ferocious
I need both
...
when you give drunk me a pen
a little sass
a bit of passion
expression of frustration
some kinda combination
it all depends what's going on in my head
nights like tonight I'm a mess
all wild blood & restless bones
some kinda heady brew of adrenaline & emotion
I don't know if it's the drink or the moon
but I'm torn...
can't decide what I wanna do
I want my hands all over you
but I also feel the need to move
just this side of ferocious
I need both
...
#alcohol
#dance
#erotic
#lover
#moon
340 reads
12 Comments
BITS
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 4:35am
5th Jun 2024 4:35am
Drunken Rant
Drunken Rant (Clarity in Vino)
The world simmers on the brink,
1984, Thought Police, Doublethink.
A world at war, peer into the void,
Suffocate the love, embrace fear, drown the joy.
Ya…hey.. put me on the spot… not a bother,
Look… the world is weird,
It’s… I don’t even know what it is..
For me, it’s… I dunno, I don’t know,
Seems dangerous to give your opinions these days.
Ya, I .. I’ve no even…like…. words prepared here,
It…It’s just flowing off the tongue,
Ah, the world to me at the minute,
Ah, I don’t enjoy...
The world simmers on the brink,
1984, Thought Police, Doublethink.
A world at war, peer into the void,
Suffocate the love, embrace fear, drown the joy.
Ya…hey.. put me on the spot… not a bother,
Look… the world is weird,
It’s… I don’t even know what it is..
For me, it’s… I dunno, I don’t know,
Seems dangerous to give your opinions these days.
Ya, I .. I’ve no even…like…. words prepared here,
It…It’s just flowing off the tongue,
Ah, the world to me at the minute,
Ah, I don’t enjoy...
#alcohol
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
353 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th May 2024 12:05pm
25th May 2024 12:05pm
I don't have the right words for this one
Your pain is not an artwork
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
made for gallery walls
or a lone sketchbook
buried and forgotten
at the back of your closet
Your pain is the sound
of a violin string snapping
wood splintering and crashing
lost in the discord
of your unheard screams
I used to love you like an artwork
easily and from afar
because you were easy to love
your flaws easy to forget
when your true face was a mystery
hidden behind a golden smile
I loved you and you splintered me...
#addiction
#alcohol
#friendship #love
#friendship #love
325 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 4:29am
30th Apr 2024 4:29am
the fight (my story)
#addiction
#alcohol
#depression
#drugs
#MentalHealth
191 reads
2 Comments
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