Long Poems About Alcohol
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Long poems about alcohol. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Maeve_Edmonson
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2023 7:03pm
22nd Nov 2023 7:03pm
Taxi Cab Confessions (Adult)
He winked across the bar,
so I ran my finger along my chest,
licked my lips a little bit,
let his emotions do the rest.
He began to walk my way
as I picked up my glass,
I think I'll get lucky tonight,
he's a fine piece of ass.
He asked me what I was drinking,
I said, "Tequila, please".
He waved down the bartender,
got us a round with ease.
I swigged mine back
as he looked at me and sighed.
"You're my kind of woman,"
he began to rub my thigh.
I told him to...
so I ran my finger along my chest,
licked my lips a little bit,
let his emotions do the rest.
He began to walk my way
as I picked up my glass,
I think I'll get lucky tonight,
he's a fine piece of ass.
He asked me what I was drinking,
I said, "Tequila, please".
He waved down the bartender,
got us a round with ease.
I swigged mine back
as he looked at me and sighed.
"You're my kind of woman,"
he began to rub my thigh.
I told him to...
#erotic
#alcohol
#threesome
160 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
drinking
I beg your pardon; I am drunk without a drink. English wine &
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
#romantic
#river
#sea
#alcohol
#FallingInLove
120 reads
2 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 1:43pm
14th Sep 2023 1:43pm
gossipers.. But first..
Bad Luck Dumfries Police.
Maybe it is time you amend the entry requirements for “The Force”, from “basic fitness” and “no qualifications required” to “Adequate fitness” with at least one o’grade?
Maybe then you will improve the 2% conviction rate.
Hell, maybe you could have even got me convicted.
It seems the local gossips still have not quite comprehended the situation.
Let me...
Maybe it is time you amend the entry requirements for “The Force”, from “basic fitness” and “no qualifications required” to “Adequate fitness” with at least one o’grade?
Maybe then you will improve the 2% conviction rate.
Hell, maybe you could have even got me convicted.
It seems the local gossips still have not quite comprehended the situation.
Let me...
#alcohol
58 reads
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
12th Jul 2023 5:34am
12th Jul 2023 5:34am
Insomnia
Today is day three of restless, sleepless nights
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
#depression
#alcohol
#insomnia
#addiction
#MentalHealth
270 reads
6 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 1:37pm
10th Jun 2023 1:37pm
King for a night
I wander aimless
in the midday heat
the world on my back
just my own two feet
and a ready roller
for the road
It’s two pm
with my mouth real dry
I wander in
to a pub near by
sink a few
while they’re nice and cold
Now I’ve had a scoop
and I’m feeling fine
the day is over
but the night is mine
and I wonna dance
and sing
I wonna fall in love
for just tonight I’m king
beneath the stars above
so baby take a chance
Come dance with me under the...
in the midday heat
the world on my back
just my own two feet
and a ready roller
for the road
It’s two pm
with my mouth real dry
I wander in
to a pub near by
sink a few
while they’re nice and cold
Now I’ve had a scoop
and I’m feeling fine
the day is over
but the night is mine
and I wonna dance
and sing
I wonna fall in love
for just tonight I’m king
beneath the stars above
so baby take a chance
Come dance with me under the...
#sex
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
#freedom
199 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
26th May 2023 11:31am
26th May 2023 11:31am
Pollution In the bar
I sit and pick the label from
a bottle of Newcastle brown,
I'm listening to the music,
and It feels like its slowing it down
Programmed spots do a lonely robot,
hell they can move yeah they shake what they got
they seize the moment to take their chance,
the floor is empty so they start to dance.
I make a move to get off my stool,
out in strobe light feeling kinda cool
I find my way, getting back to the bar
One more drink and I know I’ll go far
Come and have another drink with me
And take a little sip of my sweet JD ...
a bottle of Newcastle brown,
I'm listening to the music,
and It feels like its slowing it down
Programmed spots do a lonely robot,
hell they can move yeah they shake what they got
they seize the moment to take their chance,
the floor is empty so they start to dance.
I make a move to get off my stool,
out in strobe light feeling kinda cool
I find my way, getting back to the bar
One more drink and I know I’ll go far
Come and have another drink with me
And take a little sip of my sweet JD ...
#music
#alcohol
90 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
Uncle Judge
Chapter 1
The Businesses
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine. Uncle Judge was an alcoholic and he smoked ganja. Sometimes he...
The Businesses
A certified electrician lived with his common-law wife in a rural area. His name was Mr. Bernard and the name of his common-law wife was Marie. A distant relative of Mr. Bernard gave him the pet name Uncle Judge. Marie was a fat woman, so everybody called her Fatty. She had a daughter named Swelen and two sons. Uncle Judge was not the father of her children. The youngest son lived with them and the other two children lived with their grandmother Miss Chambers in St. Catherine. Uncle Judge was an alcoholic and he smoked ganja. Sometimes he...
#children
#breakup
#alcohol
#curse
#job
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0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 7:49pm
17th Apr 2023 7:49pm
Letty and Skeem
Letty and her husband Skeem were the proud owners of a large tenement house in St. Elizabeth. The couple had no children and they did not adopt a child, but they had nieces and nephews. They rented apartments to two tenants and Letty personally collected the rent from them. Skeem was a skilled carpenter. He earned a good salary, but he was careless with money. Every time he collects his pay, he would gamble away most of it in the casino and take home a small amount. He was also a drunkard and he spent a lot of money on liquor, especially white rum. The good things about him were that he did...
#wife
#husband
#money
#alcohol
#funny
126 reads
2 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 8:25pm
14th Apr 2023 8:25pm
THE VENDETTA THAT PAID ITSELF - Part Two Vengeance
I recovered from my madness. I was seventeen and I was ready to give the world another go. Things were getting good again. I was taller, stronger, and I getting my confidence back. I had got it together and started college in the scenic paradise that was the city of Bath. The women were posh, and to them I was rough enough to be of interest. The dark days of throwing up in the crème bathroom after a day’s drinking and smoking were long past. I didn’t feel like I was better than them, I just knew that there were better things out there than that. I wore sharper clothes and had walked away...
#teens
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
184 reads
6 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 8:20pm
14th Apr 2023 8:20pm
THE VENDETTA THAT PAID ITSELF - Part One Injured Pride
When I was twelve we moved to a market town on the edge of Salisbury plain. There hadn’t been a grain market held for well over a century. After the First World War, the town became a garrison. I watched as a villain of my youth stepped on his own bear trap. Looking back, my sentence in that town was one of the easiest.
As a wild and greasy teen, I ran with a small gang of wannabe thugs. Our leader was the son of a successful solider from Liverpool. He was tall, and his baby faced chubbiness had turned to muscle. It was his fearlessness that drew...
As a wild and greasy teen, I ran with a small gang of wannabe thugs. Our leader was the son of a successful solider from Liverpool. He was tall, and his baby faced chubbiness had turned to muscle. It was his fearlessness that drew...
#teens
#alcohol
#drugs
#confessional
#SelfReflection
208 reads
6 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
14th Apr 2023 7:52pm
Pawdy
Chapter 1
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
Fortnight
When Pawdy was a young man, he once worked at a construction site as a labourer in Portland. His job was to mix the mortar and carry concrete blocks in a wheelbarrow. That was hard work, especially since he had to work in the broiling sun. The foreman was a wicked person; he did not pay the workers on time. Moreover, he would give them partial payment and tell them that he owes them the balance.
Every payday he would go to a bar with the workers’ money in his briefcase and drink rum all evening. The workmen had to wait until nightfall to be paid....
#death
#money
#alcohol
#tobacco
#job
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
19th Feb 2023 7:09pm
Can't kill Bill
It's too long to be a limerick so perhaps a ditty if you will
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
If you will just be still like trying to catch a fish with a rod and the reel
And if you're ever in a pickle that isn't sweet then think dill
Which is what you'll surely get if you ever mess with Bill
There lives an old man and his name is Bill
he's got a big damn boy and that man's name is Will
And if bringing them some trouble is really how you feel
You better pack a sack lunch and sharpen up your skills
but first sit down and write yourself out of will
Cause you think that you can and...
#strength
#money
#alcohol
#aging
#determination
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