Poems About Alcohol by New Members
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Poems about alcohol by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Enigma-Abyss
Poem Published
Today 12:47pm
Today 12:47pm
Little Details (All 3 Poems)
Little Details ( Full Poem, 3 in one)
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
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5 Comments
Enigma-Abyss
Poem Published
Today 12:47pm
Today 12:47pm
Little Details (All 3 Poems)
Little Details ( Full Poem, 3 in one)
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
30 reads
5 Comments
Enigma-Abyss
Poem Published
Today 12:47pm
Today 12:47pm
Little Details (All 3 Poems)
Little Details ( Full Poem, 3 in one)
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
30 reads
5 Comments
Enigma-Abyss
Poem Published
Today 12:47pm
Today 12:47pm
Little Details (All 3 Poems)
Little Details ( Full Poem, 3 in one)
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
It was always in those little details
but in my dreams I always failed
to imagine a cloudy romance
I was always smashed by the hail.
I'm drinking away to death's slumber,
and will die as a new born wonders,
I couldn't swim so its time to bail
this life of ugliness and its blunders
I wish you were the kindly breathe,
to set forward my little boat's sail
Alas, I am cursed and time for death ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
#drugs #UnrequitedLove
30 reads
5 Comments
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
61 reads
2 Comments
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
61 reads
2 Comments
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
61 reads
2 Comments
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
61 reads
2 Comments
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