Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
209 reads
26 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
209 reads
26 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
209 reads
26 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
209 reads
26 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
209 reads
26 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
Jet Set Excess
The glory days of love and wine
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
175 reads
23 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
Jet Set Excess
The glory days of love and wine
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
175 reads
23 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
552 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
552 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
552 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
552 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
4th Sep 2020 8:21am
The Urn
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
With a hallelujah and an amen.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
I didn’t really comprehend.
I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
All that you loved and more.
The good word had always...
#father
#death
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
552 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
