Poems About Alcohol by Top Critiquers
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 11:19am
13th Nov 2024 11:19am
Wet, Drunk & Miserable
He went to the bar
got into a fight
drank lots of Yeg
was up half the night
He was so wasted
he could hardly talk
barely made it to the bed
kept stumbling, couldn't walk
Fell right asleep
out like a light
along came the dream
of mountains and streams
It was so peaceful or so it seemed
the sound of dripping awakened him
he could smell the stench of human pee
He could feel the warmth between his legs
he pissed his pants and it seeped all over the bed
he jumped and ran...
got into a fight
drank lots of Yeg
was up half the night
He was so wasted
he could hardly talk
barely made it to the bed
kept stumbling, couldn't walk
Fell right asleep
out like a light
along came the dream
of mountains and streams
It was so peaceful or so it seemed
the sound of dripping awakened him
he could smell the stench of human pee
He could feel the warmth between his legs
he pissed his pants and it seeped all over the bed
he jumped and ran...
#addiction
#alcohol
#funny #rhyming
#funny #rhyming
42 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
13th May 2024 5:19pm
13th May 2024 5:19pm
MOET
Sitting here, contemplating my moves,
I'm slowly getting into the groove.
Drinking Moët to help me forget,
A lifetime's mistakes, the things I regret!
Should I push fate and empty the glass,
Swallow the grape or sit on my ass?
It doesn't dissolve the pain that I feel -
Burried deep thoughts wanting to heal.
Now...
I'm one glass away from reality's door,
One pulse away, that tempting last pour.
A heartbeat removed from meeting the floor -
Yet it doesn't relieve this random ache.
I made a choice,...
I'm slowly getting into the groove.
Drinking Moët to help me forget,
A lifetime's mistakes, the things I regret!
Should I push fate and empty the glass,
Swallow the grape or sit on my ass?
It doesn't dissolve the pain that I feel -
Burried deep thoughts wanting to heal.
Now...
I'm one glass away from reality's door,
One pulse away, that tempting last pour.
A heartbeat removed from meeting the floor -
Yet it doesn't relieve this random ache.
I made a choice,...
#alcohol
#collaboration
#funny
53 reads
23 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 4:37am
9th Oct 2019 4:37am
Red Ride-a-Hood~with the talented HighlyFunctional
a shot for the blonde
she just giggles and looks away
on the rocks for peek-a-boo girl
underneath those black curls,
she’s still figuring out what her clit is for
be gentlemen they say
they're just barflies...
I just don't care anymore
I'll take home the next set of tits that walks in
a redhead and a wink later and I'm flying high
reserved look seals the deal
reeling her heart-shaped ass into my lap
odds are she's a screamer for all those shy looks
but even on my worst day
I'll make sure her orgasms are...
she just giggles and looks away
on the rocks for peek-a-boo girl
underneath those black curls,
she’s still figuring out what her clit is for
be gentlemen they say
they're just barflies...
I just don't care anymore
I'll take home the next set of tits that walks in
a redhead and a wink later and I'm flying high
reserved look seals the deal
reeling her heart-shaped ass into my lap
odds are she's a screamer for all those shy looks
but even on my worst day
I'll make sure her orgasms are...
#lust
#dark
#sex #alcohol
#sex #alcohol
932 reads
24 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
Anal Cabal
Prince Nala lie back
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
#love
#alcohol
#historical
#philosophical
#morality
1246 reads
25 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
UNDER THE INFLUENCE
#sex
#alcohol
#rhyming
351 reads
4 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
486 reads
10 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
5th Jun 2021 2:07pm
THE TASTE WAS DELICIOUS
I had often
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
thought about
how it would
taste, what
the texture
would feel
like in my mouth;
would it be
sweet, bitter,
or maybe salty.
I thought it
over and bought
a piece of octopus
from a street vendor;
to my surprise
The taste was delicious.
Have you ever
been surprised by
a new taste?
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
338 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
21st Sep 2024 1:29pm
Jet Set Excess
The glory days of love and wine
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
are all too soon undone
when Dionysus and the sun
to winter will resign.
Maybe they hole up somewhere nice
whereto the wine to mull
in a mug fashioned from a skull
and warmed up in a trice.
Could be they go to Tokyo
or maybe old Rangoon
where they observe a tropic moon
until it's time to go...
returning back up north again
or to some southern hills
where Aussies with some vineyard skills...
host Bacchus now and then 🍷
#alcohol
#LifeCycle
130 reads
23 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 2:00pm
26th Jun 2024 2:00pm
Fluffy Duck
Come over here
my rock lobster
let me paloma
your paradise
dirty your bird
fluffy your duck
astro your pop
porto your flip
quick your fuck
holly your wood
nuts and berries
eye your candy
hello your kitty
test your pilot
let me be your
whiskey ginger
slippery nipple
mexican martini
sex on the beach
while red over heels
my rock lobster
let me paloma
your paradise
dirty your bird
fluffy your duck
astro your pop
porto your flip
quick your fuck
holly your wood
nuts and berries
eye your candy
hello your kitty
test your pilot
let me be your
whiskey ginger
slippery nipple
mexican martini
sex on the beach
while red over heels
#alcohol
#erotic
238 reads
14 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 11:27pm
20th Sep 2024 11:27pm
bottlecap: grudge match
you know I'm not one to hold a grudge
but I have a bone of contention
I should probably bring up
you can make me pay for it later
{please do...}
I
need
your
hot
sweaty
sex
it's what we do best
but it's been a minute
between your moods & my own
time slipped away
& I can only handle so much...
tending to the itch all alone
we've neglected our beasts
I don't know about yours
but mine...
she
is
ravenous
only so much solo touch
before I need...
but I have a bone of contention
I should probably bring up
you can make me pay for it later
{please do...}
I
need
your
hot
sweaty
sex
it's what we do best
but it's been a minute
between your moods & my own
time slipped away
& I can only handle so much...
tending to the itch all alone
we've neglected our beasts
I don't know about yours
but mine...
she
is
ravenous
only so much solo touch
before I need...
#alcohol
#erotic
#lover #temptation
#lover #temptation
286 reads
18 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
1188 reads
57 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:42pm
Yesterday 6:42pm
We were both married so screwing was a no go ..
That lasted about 2 drinks
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
Then innocence took a back seat
City Life is a meat grinder
You can tenderize and flame
Some like her well done
I took her medium with luscious pink
Bukowski was at the table in the corner
Hunter S. Thompson too
Wasted in the smokey dark heat
Comparing poetry and fright
I was at home with Sha Sha
Lou Reed stopped by to say hello
She didn't say much
Her English was a vacancy
We communicated in shy glances
Touched each other in places...
#alcohol
#PopCulture
#risk
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
53 reads
17 Comments
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