Long Poems About Alcohol
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Long poems about alcohol. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PoemStranger
Poem Published
27th Apr 2024 8:20pm
27th Apr 2024 8:20pm
The World’s Worst Restaurant Names
#alcohol
#food
115 reads
2 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 7:12pm
2nd Mar 2024 7:12pm
Damaged Goods
her body language said it all
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of...
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of...
#regret
#breakup
#alcohol
#honesty
#nonfiction
441 reads
6 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 9:06pm
29th Feb 2024 9:06pm
D.M
Those lace up boots
Memory of doc martens
I had a black pair
Joe 90 had cherry
I first met him letting off firecrackers in his hand and he told me the secret to having balls was hidden in bohemian rhapsody
I could never work it out
Sometimes we swapped one boot for one
How people stared as we stomped around town with mismatched boots, dressed in black
Getting high on rum and coke
Also from the smoke
Motorbike madness
200 kph what a rush
Then you told me you liked to close your eyes at that moment
Like a slow...
Memory of doc martens
I had a black pair
Joe 90 had cherry
I first met him letting off firecrackers in his hand and he told me the secret to having balls was hidden in bohemian rhapsody
I could never work it out
Sometimes we swapped one boot for one
How people stared as we stomped around town with mismatched boots, dressed in black
Getting high on rum and coke
Also from the smoke
Motorbike madness
200 kph what a rush
Then you told me you liked to close your eyes at that moment
Like a slow...
#grief
#cars
#alcohol #memories
#alcohol #memories
212 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
russia, my lovely
Russia, my lovely
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
#alcohol
#food
#tea
183 reads
0 Comments
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
629 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
270 reads
2 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...
#alcohol
#freedom
#sex
#drugs
#addiction
337 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
217 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
25th Apr 2023 00:41am
Uncle Judge
Chapter 1
The Businesses
Part 1
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...
The Businesses
Part 1
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...
#children
#breakup
#alcohol
#curse
#job
191 reads
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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
277 reads
2 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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