Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
1957 DeSoto
Premonition in the ignition,
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
#dark
#alcohol
#drugs
#denial
#temptation
196 reads
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
1957 DeSoto
Premonition in the ignition,
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
#dark
#alcohol
#drugs
#denial
#temptation
196 reads
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
1957 DeSoto
Premonition in the ignition,
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
#dark
#alcohol
#drugs
#denial
#temptation
196 reads
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
1957 DeSoto
Premonition in the ignition,
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
#dark
#alcohol
#drugs
#denial
#temptation
196 reads
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
6th Jan 2023 2:12pm
1957 DeSoto
Premonition in the ignition,
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
neath the moon's quinine
reflecting off the taxi hack
hearing the rods knocking
listening to the raven's squawk
no chrome between its teeth
in the corn fields near Tupelo
near the zombie stalks
a rusted-out DeSoto
once a beauty now no lining
where I sat and listen to the radio,
to Wolfman Jack,
coming to me from WDUP
#dark
#alcohol
#drugs
#denial
#temptation
196 reads
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
120 reads
2 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
120 reads
2 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
120 reads
2 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
120 reads
2 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
120 reads
2 Comments
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
212 reads
2 Comments
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
212 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
