Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
Abracadabra
Poem Published
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1379 reads
8 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1379 reads
8 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
19th Jan 2011 10:32am
Whisky, Drugs & the Incurable Romantic
The whisky
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
tasted chainsaws in my head
it left me in gutters
or in treetops
lurching precarious
each branch thinner
more rotten than the next
Scary,
how empty bottles
still ain't pretty to watch
The drugs
made me happy to forget
before I remembered
all the reasons they were swallowed
and had to take more
until my body screamed
stop... ...
#love
#alcohol
#drugs #confessional
#drugs #confessional
1379 reads
8 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
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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
273 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
273 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
273 reads
2 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
492 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
492 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
492 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
492 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
492 reads
10 Comments
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