Long Poems About Alcohol
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Long poems about alcohol. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 00:39am
27th Sep 2022 00:39am
Shotgun
When I was young the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while ...
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while ...
#dark
#death
#alcohol #drugs
#alcohol #drugs
314 reads
2 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
26th Jun 2022 8:33am
A Purple Prose, A Few Words, Because Poetry is Evil
Every fucked up turned down, burned out, word lover
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
fucking hates poetry or likes to pretend they do, because poems scream words they were too broken to speak or become pry tools to get at parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see…
The bottom of my glass wants to
show me how empty my future is
everything in this pub is slick
lacquered timber
Doug the tender wanders around polishing it all until it reflects the ocean
in a cadre of light that cause the patrons to squint as if they're all perpetually puzzled ...
#alcohol
172 reads
4 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 6:07pm
8th Jun 2022 6:07pm
The Gamble
High stakes
Shuffle the deck
Cut it
Discard a card
Deal
Good cards
Bad card
There's a joker on the table
As you put out your big blind
Holding my queen of hearts tight
Pair of Aces feels right
Its gonna be a good night
First round called
Dealer flops the first three
No queen to be seen but your aces are still keen
Raise the stakes , this is becoming a fast race a the couple on the other side of the table folds and sits back could see its too risky and they'd rather relax and enjoy a nice whisky. ...
Shuffle the deck
Cut it
Discard a card
Deal
Good cards
Bad card
There's a joker on the table
As you put out your big blind
Holding my queen of hearts tight
Pair of Aces feels right
Its gonna be a good night
First round called
Dealer flops the first three
No queen to be seen but your aces are still keen
Raise the stakes , this is becoming a fast race a the couple on the other side of the table folds and sits back could see its too risky and they'd rather relax and enjoy a nice whisky. ...
#depression
#breakup
#SelfHarm
#alcohol
#addiction
556 reads
0 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
28th May 2022 9:27am
28th May 2022 9:27am
Shots, Shots, And Aftermath Realisations
I’ve always wondered why
violence tastes like
crumbled cigarettes in ashtrays…..
The sound of swept glass
swishes and clinks
bells played by tinkerbelle gone rogue
each scrape and tinkle is met with a silence as red as my eye
as swollen as Jim’s head
as black as Dave’s balls
The sweet scent of peach schnapps lingers on my polo shirt
its collar torn
and stretched
I’m nursing a pint that consists of
three quarters Cuervo and a quarter of
the last dregs of my sanity
Jason sits there...
violence tastes like
crumbled cigarettes in ashtrays…..
The sound of swept glass
swishes and clinks
bells played by tinkerbelle gone rogue
each scrape and tinkle is met with a silence as red as my eye
as swollen as Jim’s head
as black as Dave’s balls
The sweet scent of peach schnapps lingers on my polo shirt
its collar torn
and stretched
I’m nursing a pint that consists of
three quarters Cuervo and a quarter of
the last dregs of my sanity
Jason sits there...
#alcohol
#shame
#UnrequitedLove
275 reads
6 Comments
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
13th Apr 2022 5:55pm
13th Apr 2022 5:55pm
As the snow swallows glows
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#addiction
#temptation
104 reads
1 Comment
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
27th Mar 2022 7:14pm
27th Mar 2022 7:14pm
Eighteen
#abuse
#SelfHarm
#alcohol
#PTSD
#FeelingTrapped
492 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
13th Feb 2022 00:35am
13th Feb 2022 00:35am
Medusa And Me
The first time that I met Medusa was at a summer time cookout. I had a friend at the time that wasn’t just a coworker, but he lived within ten minutes of my house. I don’t usually hit up the backyard parties, there’s usually far to many freeloaders. You know the type people that I mean, the type that arrive uninvited baring nothing. They eat and drink nonstop, they get full, they get high, and then they try to take over your home. I personally try to avoid what is inevitable at these events. But my coworker, Greg, is on the up and up. There’s no one walking up onto his property without being...
#friendship
#alcohol
#marijuana #funny
#marijuana #funny
550 reads
0 Comments
bertoia15
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 5:12am
13th Nov 2021 5:12am
Half-Hearted
Half of my heart said put the bottle down
but you had the other half
And you constantly reminded me that I wasn't good enough
That the only thing I would ever be good at
was letting others down
My biggest mistake through it all
was that I actually believed you
See I've worn so many masks over the years to hide the real me
The skeletons you've hid in my closet should catch you a charge
for murder in the first degree
But if there's one thing you took from me
that I wish I could get back
It's time
Like the time I spent...
but you had the other half
And you constantly reminded me that I wasn't good enough
That the only thing I would ever be good at
was letting others down
My biggest mistake through it all
was that I actually believed you
See I've worn so many masks over the years to hide the real me
The skeletons you've hid in my closet should catch you a charge
for murder in the first degree
But if there's one thing you took from me
that I wish I could get back
It's time
Like the time I spent...
#alcohol
#TimeHeals
#healing
667 reads
2 Comments
deetee59
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 5:11am
19th Oct 2021 5:11am
Last time
Some nights I overthink
Some nights its hard to speak
Speak what's on my mind and what I feel in my heart
Leaving you was real it was the loving you that was hard
This is the last time I speak about you
Last time I think about you
Last time I sit here and say there wasn't a me without you
Because there is and there was
I just didn't know who I once was
I lost her amongst all the drugs
I lost her amongst everything I thought the world once was
But I realize now this is the last time
This song wont have a hook ...
Some nights its hard to speak
Speak what's on my mind and what I feel in my heart
Leaving you was real it was the loving you that was hard
This is the last time I speak about you
Last time I think about you
Last time I sit here and say there wasn't a me without you
Because there is and there was
I just didn't know who I once was
I lost her amongst all the drugs
I lost her amongst everything I thought the world once was
But I realize now this is the last time
This song wont have a hook ...
#breakup
#conflict
#alcohol
#addiction
#MovingOn
821 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
The Ladies Temperance Society
The Ladies Temperance Society
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
#women
#romantic
#rebirth #alcohol
#rebirth #alcohol
347 reads
2 Comments
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 4:47pm
13th Aug 2021 4:47pm
Withdrawal
It's called an addiction but comes like a friend
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#vulnerability
1010 reads
2 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2021 00:09am
22nd Jul 2021 00:09am
When is it Too Much
Pridefully, yet weakened, in the end of the conversation, he asked;
"When is it too much. I feel like I'm dying every day inside. I am ash."
I held the number greedily in my pocket, clenching it in a fist. "It's not your business," I heard her inside and "you have one job in this. Give him the card and leave there's no reason for you to stay. You're drunk and have to wake in four, let's just forget about this dismay."
My breathing started up, anger flared and I felt his death dried in my grip. Clenched on the piece of paper that she said he...
"When is it too much. I feel like I'm dying every day inside. I am ash."
I held the number greedily in my pocket, clenching it in a fist. "It's not your business," I heard her inside and "you have one job in this. Give him the card and leave there's no reason for you to stay. You're drunk and have to wake in four, let's just forget about this dismay."
My breathing started up, anger flared and I felt his death dried in my grip. Clenched on the piece of paper that she said he...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#alcohol
#spiritual
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