Poems About Alcohol by Top Critiquers
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Poems about alcohol by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 1:28pm
16th Nov 2023 1:28pm
Shot of Bourbon for Breakfast
Last sip of coffee
Could make more
Nothing like the first
Maybe a shot of bourbon
Hunter S Thompson breakfast
Wild Turkey 101
Respect
Could make more
Nothing like the first
Maybe a shot of bourbon
Hunter S Thompson breakfast
Wild Turkey 101
Respect
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
78 reads
23 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
UNDER THE INFLUENCE
#sex
#alcohol
#rhyming
284 reads
4 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 9:46pm
17th Nov 2023 9:46pm
Trouble
Why must I be accepted?
What is the power of being
Loved all about? The love of
Another is powerful, illuminating.
The fascination of another,
The touch of another, the kiss,
The souls coming together, as one,
Intoxicating, yet, dangerous when gone wrong.
Trouble ahead, trouble all around.
Love gone awry is the killing stroke.
The mind becomes aware of the pain,
The challenge that lies ahead.
Drowning the pain within a flask of liquid.
Allowing the sensation of invincibility flow
Through veins, just this...
What is the power of being
Loved all about? The love of
Another is powerful, illuminating.
The fascination of another,
The touch of another, the kiss,
The souls coming together, as one,
Intoxicating, yet, dangerous when gone wrong.
Trouble ahead, trouble all around.
Love gone awry is the killing stroke.
The mind becomes aware of the pain,
The challenge that lies ahead.
Drowning the pain within a flask of liquid.
Allowing the sensation of invincibility flow
Through veins, just this...
#alcohol
#addiction
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
83 reads
1 Comment
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
1071 reads
57 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
860 reads
24 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 3:58am
27th Nov 2023 3:58am
The Boss's Holiday Party
What a great party! It’s never a dud!
The boss wears an ugly sweater, he's such a young stud!
His wife is our hostess adorable and sweet.
She fills the house with lots of wine and goodies to eat.
Soon it will be time for the Christmas gift exchange,
better play by their rules or you'll be out on the range.
All of the employees will be there too.
Watch out! They just might try to steal a gift from you!
A crackling fireplace on the big screen tv,
this party had it all that’s how the holidays should be.
Friends, fun and laughter, we...
The boss wears an ugly sweater, he's such a young stud!
His wife is our hostess adorable and sweet.
She fills the house with lots of wine and goodies to eat.
Soon it will be time for the Christmas gift exchange,
better play by their rules or you'll be out on the range.
All of the employees will be there too.
Watch out! They just might try to steal a gift from you!
A crackling fireplace on the big screen tv,
this party had it all that’s how the holidays should be.
Friends, fun and laughter, we...
#holiday
#alcohol
#food
#funny
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
4 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
11th Oct 2020 5:54am
11th Oct 2020 5:54am
Nitro's Sexual Adventure
Nitro is coming after
you his heart is blowing
up after he met you
partying at the club
You had one hell of a
night talking and
reading your poetry
to each other which
leads to wild
Sexual Congress
In every area of
her apartment
you his heart is blowing
up after he met you
partying at the club
You had one hell of a
night talking and
reading your poetry
to each other which
leads to wild
Sexual Congress
In every area of
her apartment
#women
#men
#sex
#alcohol
#dirty
462 reads
0 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 5:56pm
6th Feb 2019 5:56pm
Traveler with words
Traveler with words
Within the seclusion of a docile mind
Hides a follower with clocks for eyes
A sellers of prose with gifted lines
The Skull knows
No end to rhyme
His beer stein half empty
His heart over full
Crashing the party
Breaking our most boring rules
He rides on three wheels
some say he looks cool
if you get on his bad side
you'll be the fool
a wordsmith, a bard
has a gift with his tongue
swoon worthy savvy
he's sired plenty of young
Pour out the bourbon ...
Within the seclusion of a docile mind
Hides a follower with clocks for eyes
A sellers of prose with gifted lines
The Skull knows
No end to rhyme
His beer stein half empty
His heart over full
Crashing the party
Breaking our most boring rules
He rides on three wheels
some say he looks cool
if you get on his bad side
you'll be the fool
a wordsmith, a bard
has a gift with his tongue
swoon worthy savvy
he's sired plenty of young
Pour out the bourbon ...
#alcohol
#passion
464 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Nov 2023 11:48am
11th Nov 2023 11:48am
bottlecap confessional...
I was never much of a drinker
a crazy ass lightweight...if I'm honest
a couple drinks in me & I'm a goner
the past few years though...
tipped my cup more than my norm
not proud...but also not ashamed
times were hard...it was what it was
still I maintained some semblance of restraint
I'll never be the life of the party
but if you get me drunk...
...there's more party in me
and I gotta tell ya...
give me a drink & I'm a livewire
mouth & veins all afire
sassy & horny in tandem
...if you can believe that......
a crazy ass lightweight...if I'm honest
a couple drinks in me & I'm a goner
the past few years though...
tipped my cup more than my norm
not proud...but also not ashamed
times were hard...it was what it was
still I maintained some semblance of restraint
I'll never be the life of the party
but if you get me drunk...
...there's more party in me
and I gotta tell ya...
give me a drink & I'm a livewire
mouth & veins all afire
sassy & horny in tandem
...if you can believe that......
#alcohol
#funny
#confessional
38 reads
7 Comments
Ahavati
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
1165 reads
25 Comments
BrokenBeats
Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 11:21am
21st Nov 2023 11:21am
Schnapps Stains
Thirty days
Twitchy edginess
f a d e s
Blackberry saturated
memories
linger
Like old friends
no longer seen
But the bottle remains
empty
A need to
self
medicate
Sits
High
up on the shelf
In the darker patch
Where dust
never touched
And sleep
comes ...
Twitchy edginess
f a d e s
Blackberry saturated
memories
linger
Like old friends
no longer seen
But the bottle remains
empty
A need to
self
medicate
Sits
High
up on the shelf
In the darker patch
Where dust
never touched
And sleep
comes ...
#hope
#alcohol
#addiction
71 reads
3 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
420 reads
10 Comments
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