Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
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
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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
442 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
442 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
442 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
442 reads
10 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
My Own Tear Tracks
I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
#abuse
#alcohol
#confusion
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
My Own Tear Tracks
I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
#abuse
#alcohol
#confusion
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
My Own Tear Tracks
I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
#abuse
#alcohol
#confusion
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
My Own Tear Tracks
I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
#abuse
#alcohol
#confusion
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
5th Apr 2024 11:18pm
My Own Tear Tracks
I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don’t notice music
I’d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses ...
#abuse
#alcohol
#confusion
#manipulation
#NaPoWriMo2024
89 reads
1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 4:50pm
13th Apr 2024 4:50pm
i will not drink
i do not
enjoy
the taste
of fermented
grapes,
their juices
unpleasant
to me,
i would
rather
undress
myself
and run
through
the streets.
enjoy
the taste
of fermented
grapes,
their juices
unpleasant
to me,
i would
rather
undress
myself
and run
through
the streets.
#alcohol
#responsibility
#passion
45 reads
9 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 4:50pm
13th Apr 2024 4:50pm
i will not drink
i do not
enjoy
the taste
of fermented
grapes,
their juices
unpleasant
to me,
i would
rather
undress
myself
and run
through
the streets.
enjoy
the taste
of fermented
grapes,
their juices
unpleasant
to me,
i would
rather
undress
myself
and run
through
the streets.
#alcohol
#responsibility
#passion
45 reads
9 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
