Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
158 reads
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
158 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
15th Apr 2024 8:11pm
A Why In Every While
Ah, how high i am taken !
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
When i read about Nature
And then, terribly shaken
To read a poem of self-torture
How desperate, then i feel !
To know you are barely twenty
But the joys of life you kill
While your blessings grow plenty
Shall you some day wake up and see
Your life's been vainly wasted
Between drugs, flesh and fake poetry
Finally, alas! nothing sweetly tasted
You have the power to break the walls
No regrets of the bad life and past
When you give deaf ear to evil's calls ...
#BDSM
#money
#alcohol
#addiction
#consumerism
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 1:16pm
30th Jan 2023 1:16pm
Drunk dragging its feet in the city
There are a lot of reasons why I write
I am curious for this dark matter
Because I like shooting
I take psychedelic snapshots
Because I need to get my fill of heroin
These days I am reading for other reasons though
Well I find my life unfullfilling in the brothel
So in order to escape
And to avoid the numb
These days I get regularly drunk.
I am curious for this dark matter
Because I like shooting
I take psychedelic snapshots
Because I need to get my fill of heroin
These days I am reading for other reasons though
Well I find my life unfullfilling in the brothel
So in order to escape
And to avoid the numb
These days I get regularly drunk.
#alcohol
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
Bottling Woe Is Me
Bottoms of bottles are mainly saliva
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
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2 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
9th Aug 2024 6:45pm
Bottling Woe Is Me
Bottoms of bottles are mainly saliva
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
since my soul drips as bits
like passing, shattering ships steered towards
poison aiming to kill inside ya,
or rather inside of me
My wounds too wet to be seen bleeding,
my throat too stretched
to be busy
screening
out
that elixir
of upset, I'm wrecked
by
those 26 ounce pillars ...
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
164 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
Where Does My Story End?
Where does my story end? Will it be
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
#lust
#alcohol
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
277 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
Where Does My Story End?
Where does my story end? Will it be
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
#lust
#alcohol
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
277 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
Where Does My Story End?
Where does my story end? Will it be
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
#lust
#alcohol
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
277 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
1st Sep 2023 9:46pm
Where Does My Story End?
Where does my story end? Will it be
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
in a frenzied dance of lust or in the
hot embrace of a treasured love?
Will I find death at the hands of another?
I've known men capable of killing.
Having been so inept at living, wouldn't it be ironic if I spent
my last moments flailing desperately for one more breath of life?
Where does my story end? Surely it must.
There is no escape from the darkness that imprisons me now.
#lust
#alcohol
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
277 reads
5 Comments
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