Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
#alcohol
Summerrain75
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
Bar Room
Scent of alcohol
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
#alcohol
#haiku
#senryu
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2 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
Bar Room
Scent of alcohol
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
#alcohol
#haiku
#senryu
74 reads
2 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:47pm
Bar Room
Scent of alcohol
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
Mingled with the smell of smoke
Lingered in the air
#alcohol
#haiku
#senryu
74 reads
2 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
1202 reads
57 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
1202 reads
57 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
1202 reads
57 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
6th Feb 2022 10:37pm
Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
1202 reads
57 Comments
dark_horizons
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 5:12am
2nd Nov 2022 5:12am
No False Expectation
Sitting in the dark, drunk again
Writing words known only to me
There is no desire to see another day
But I am too weak to set my soul free
I have never been nothing to no one
I have no false expectation
I am a ghost, I am the wind
The mirror won’t even show my reflection
If I hurt myself and no one ever knows
Is it even considered pain
I have made myself numb to everything
So you can never rape my feelings again
I know that I will always bleed
I have no false expectation
I wear the scars
from...
Writing words known only to me
There is no desire to see another day
But I am too weak to set my soul free
I have never been nothing to no one
I have no false expectation
I am a ghost, I am the wind
The mirror won’t even show my reflection
If I hurt myself and no one ever knows
Is it even considered pain
I have made myself numb to everything
So you can never rape my feelings again
I know that I will always bleed
I have no false expectation
I wear the scars
from...
#alcohol
#addiction
343 reads
2 Comments
dark_horizons
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 5:12am
2nd Nov 2022 5:12am
No False Expectation
Sitting in the dark, drunk again
Writing words known only to me
There is no desire to see another day
But I am too weak to set my soul free
I have never been nothing to no one
I have no false expectation
I am a ghost, I am the wind
The mirror won’t even show my reflection
If I hurt myself and no one ever knows
Is it even considered pain
I have made myself numb to everything
So you can never rape my feelings again
I know that I will always bleed
I have no false expectation
I wear the scars
from...
Writing words known only to me
There is no desire to see another day
But I am too weak to set my soul free
I have never been nothing to no one
I have no false expectation
I am a ghost, I am the wind
The mirror won’t even show my reflection
If I hurt myself and no one ever knows
Is it even considered pain
I have made myself numb to everything
So you can never rape my feelings again
I know that I will always bleed
I have no false expectation
I wear the scars
from...
#alcohol
#addiction
343 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
The Ladies Temperance Society
The Ladies Temperance Society
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
#women
#romantic
#rebirth #alcohol
#rebirth #alcohol
305 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
The Ladies Temperance Society
The Ladies Temperance Society
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
#women
#romantic
#rebirth #alcohol
#rebirth #alcohol
305 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
3rd Oct 2021 3:15am
The Ladies Temperance Society
The Ladies Temperance Society
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
Yes, baseball is America’s religion. But without pretzels, it would be a sport without a soul. So when his eternal flame is reborn what better way to bring her umpire out of retirement than with a hand full of pretzels?
“Sir, may I have a word with you? I am with the ladies temperance society.”
When she espouses the virtues of temperance he says, “Honey, that salt pretzel floats my heart to the heights, but it goes with a beer!”
“Your salad may be tossed with red wine vinaigrette to satisfy your vice.”
“Not fond of salads...
#women
#romantic
#rebirth #alcohol
#rebirth #alcohol
305 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Alcohol Published by Members Recently Online
