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.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
6th Jan 2025 10:25am
Father & Son
The boy hid under his bed when he would hear his father come into the house
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
A large, hairy, burly man, who has a problem with his hands
Almost every night he comes home drunk
The father would come into the boy's room, wake him up and begin taunting him
His dad would begin touching him inappropriately
He made sure that his boy would touch him back
The father would tell the boy that he's his favorite, even though he's an only child
The boy is kissed violently
He can taste the liquor his father's been drinking
If it's something the boy likes, he...
#abuse
#alcohol
#DomesticViolence
#father
#son
42 reads
5 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
88 reads
23 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 6:42pm
15th Nov 2024 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
176 reads
26 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
947 reads
24 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
27th Nov 2022 1:42pm
UNDER THE INFLUENCE
#sex
#alcohol
#rhyming
365 reads
4 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
1216 reads
57 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
351 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 8:18pm
1st Jan 2025 8:18pm
bottlecap: troublesome waters
last time I found myself in this position
his arrogance was...unintentionally...triggered
can you believe he actually growled
where's my poem
you shoulda been thinking about me
you gotta do better
& I know what he means
I don't make demands or set terms
that's not who I am
but I don't make him guess either
I simply take a sip...(or two)...as suits my mood
& strip all inhibitions
showing him my...indecent inclinations
he's fully aware what happens when I'm in this...condition
walls drop & quiver as I shiver all...
his arrogance was...unintentionally...triggered
can you believe he actually growled
where's my poem
you shoulda been thinking about me
you gotta do better
& I know what he means
I don't make demands or set terms
that's not who I am
but I don't make him guess either
I simply take a sip...(or two)...as suits my mood
& strip all inhibitions
showing him my...indecent inclinations
he's fully aware what happens when I'm in this...condition
walls drop & quiver as I shiver all...
#alcohol
#lover
#passion
138 reads
6 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
276 reads
14 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
25th Mar 2023 9:49pm
25th Mar 2023 9:49pm
Random thoughts from the hangover hammock
#love
#alcohol
#SelfReflection
244 reads
13 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
1264 reads
25 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2018 11:24am
3rd Nov 2018 11:24am
Alcohol
Family is an anomaly.
Truth is always pain.
And alcohol is the only way,
My worries go down the drain.
I am not a casualty.
They try so hard to accomodate to me.
I'm a useless alcoholic brain.
I thought everytime I fell,
They'd be easy to entertain.
I tried to love, but i'm not free.
My master will not let me be.
I'm tied up;
He's still bound to me.
I wish I could have my personality.
Family is not there, you see.
All real friends become fake to me.
I'm not all I used to be. ...
Truth is always pain.
And alcohol is the only way,
My worries go down the drain.
I am not a casualty.
They try so hard to accomodate to me.
I'm a useless alcoholic brain.
I thought everytime I fell,
They'd be easy to entertain.
I tried to love, but i'm not free.
My master will not let me be.
I'm tied up;
He's still bound to me.
I wish I could have my personality.
Family is not there, you see.
All real friends become fake to me.
I'm not all I used to be. ...
#love
#alcohol
#rhyming
561 reads
10 Comments
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