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.
PAR
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
Mingle Hells
Jingle bells, the night prevails,
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
#alcohol
#Christmas
#hell
#holiday
#lies
117 reads
8 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 7:35pm
15th Feb 2025 7:35pm
I wonder
Will the government finally give credit to,
The drug they try so hard to hate?
The only thing that gave me happiness,
When they took my kid away.
Will the government finally realize,
That when you isolate,
There is no one to give credit to,
Except the drugs they dearly hate.
Now that I'm doing better,
And friends don't make play dates,
Will the government care for my daughter,
And fully compensate?
The drug they try so hard to hate?
The only thing that gave me happiness,
When they took my kid away.
Will the government finally realize,
That when you isolate,
There is no one to give credit to,
Except the drugs they dearly hate.
Now that I'm doing better,
And friends don't make play dates,
Will the government care for my daughter,
And fully compensate?
#alcohol
#philosophical
135 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 7:55pm
15th Jan 2021 7:55pm
Booze
I am not ready to die..
I know what they did in ancient Rome..
This booze on me won't let me lie..
Hey! Dominus come get me out of this ludu..
The least effect from this booze..
Made me feel I am the only mafia in the hood..
Teleporting Waterloo..
Dull enough believing I am a guru..
Boldly thinking I wore a bullet proof..
Running naked through the streets of Honolulu..
The effects of this booze are not so cool..
Never ever seen this confusion at point Mugu..
Burst ups like I am walking on balloons..
Still don't...
I know what they did in ancient Rome..
This booze on me won't let me lie..
Hey! Dominus come get me out of this ludu..
The least effect from this booze..
Made me feel I am the only mafia in the hood..
Teleporting Waterloo..
Dull enough believing I am a guru..
Boldly thinking I wore a bullet proof..
Running naked through the streets of Honolulu..
The effects of this booze are not so cool..
Never ever seen this confusion at point Mugu..
Burst ups like I am walking on balloons..
Still don't...
#alcohol
392 reads
0 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 9:42am
28th Jul 2021 9:42am
Aspirations of Apathy
Nothing is real.
Nothing to feel.
I have been drunk with some crazies.
Far afield of what is acceptable,
At least I think so, how the hell should I know.
At the end of the night – Miasma.
My built Ford tough tolerance clear.
As the crazies do what they do.
One sings the same song in different variations.
The others laughed at heart break.
Traces of paradise possibly veil me.
I can certainly feel the singing.
Momentary thoughts open up in liquid portals.
My lunatic laugh stays in silence. ...
Nothing to feel.
I have been drunk with some crazies.
Far afield of what is acceptable,
At least I think so, how the hell should I know.
At the end of the night – Miasma.
My built Ford tough tolerance clear.
As the crazies do what they do.
One sings the same song in different variations.
The others laughed at heart break.
Traces of paradise possibly veil me.
I can certainly feel the singing.
Momentary thoughts open up in liquid portals.
My lunatic laugh stays in silence. ...
#sadness
#alcohol
#drugs
#memories
#apathy
590 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 1:36am
16th Mar 2025 1:36am
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boswell ?
as far as I know,
said johnson
as far as I know,
said johnson
#alcohol
61 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 10:24pm
23rd May 2022 10:24pm
f**k Your Fruity Beer
Seriously.
Cut it out with that
grapefruit and berry shit.
I only want beer in my beer.
And not that wussy "lite" stuff, either.
(Fizzy pee water)
I want a beer that can
match my darkest thoughts,
one that smells like sweat
and tastes like earth
and smacks me in the neurons
I want to feel it in my mouth,
(that's what she said)
metallic and heady
lingering like a bitter memory
of discipline
and dirty knees
Cut it out with that
grapefruit and berry shit.
I only want beer in my beer.
And not that wussy "lite" stuff, either.
(Fizzy pee water)
I want a beer that can
match my darkest thoughts,
one that smells like sweat
and tastes like earth
and smacks me in the neurons
I want to feel it in my mouth,
(that's what she said)
metallic and heady
lingering like a bitter memory
of discipline
and dirty knees
#anger
#alcohol
#sensual
677 reads
16 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
6th Jul 2024 1:25am
6th Jul 2024 1:25am
A Vacation
on a vacation from their wives two men did gallivant
in a merry tipsy gait britches all askew
singing together happily causing quite the brouhaha
quite a sight they were with their antics and shenanigans
at night beer in hand they walked the street
a jalopy they found thought it would be sweet
to give pity to its situation take it for a drive
on the streets they drove without care for the rigamarole
their laughter rang through the night
with skull duggery in mind they stood together
their daring tipsy groove flummoxed all ...
in a merry tipsy gait britches all askew
singing together happily causing quite the brouhaha
quite a sight they were with their antics and shenanigans
at night beer in hand they walked the street
a jalopy they found thought it would be sweet
to give pity to its situation take it for a drive
on the streets they drove without care for the rigamarole
their laughter rang through the night
with skull duggery in mind they stood together
their daring tipsy groove flummoxed all ...
#alcohol
#holiday
173 reads
12 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 8:54pm
20th Jan 2025 8:54pm
Caribs
#alcohol
#dirty
#erotic
250 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
12th Jul 2024 6:43am
I'm only a phone call away
There's a ledge
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
with your name carved into it
I watch as you look back at me
before you step into the free fall
knowing where you're going
I can't follow
It doesn't matter that my name
is etched into the stone history of us
it doesn't matter that I understand
how easy it is to fall into the abyss
it doesn't matter that I tried
to pave a different road for you
with all the blood my soul had to spare
sometimes fate finds us and binds us
and when we wake up like death
lingering at the bottom of the...
#addiction
#alcohol
#teens
276 reads
0 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
15th Oct 2020 10:15pm
15th Oct 2020 10:15pm
There Are No Bridges to Disconnect
"Let me guess. You want to know why I tried to kill myself.
You want to know how I survived. Why I disappeared. Where I've been all this time. But first, why I tried to kill myself, right?
It's OK. People do. They measure themselves against me. It's like this line is drawn somewhere in the world and if you never cross it, you'll never consider throwing yourself off a building or swallowing a bottle of pills - but if you do, you might.
People figure I crossed the line. They ask themselves, "Could I ever get as close as he did?"
...
You want to know how I survived. Why I disappeared. Where I've been all this time. But first, why I tried to kill myself, right?
It's OK. People do. They measure themselves against me. It's like this line is drawn somewhere in the world and if you never cross it, you'll never consider throwing yourself off a building or swallowing a bottle of pills - but if you do, you might.
People figure I crossed the line. They ask themselves, "Could I ever get as close as he did?"
...
#depression
#hope
#alcohol
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
729 reads
4 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
9th Nov 2017 8:33am
9th Nov 2017 8:33am
Gypsy
Beware the faces of understanding
they are wolves in sheeps clothing
every time...
Deep throated promises when in need,
but only redeemable
on a first come first serve
self indulgent type shade.
You're all the same, cunt hole on a stick,
you lying fucken bitch.
Who's worse off than me?
I plea...
Who's the real alcoholic in this house anyway?
Obviously the fucken elephant standing right here in this pigsty! “Me” ...
they are wolves in sheeps clothing
every time...
Deep throated promises when in need,
but only redeemable
on a first come first serve
self indulgent type shade.
You're all the same, cunt hole on a stick,
you lying fucken bitch.
Who's worse off than me?
I plea...
Who's the real alcoholic in this house anyway?
Obviously the fucken elephant standing right here in this pigsty! “Me” ...
#anger
#alcohol
#addiction #frustration
#addiction #frustration
813 reads
9 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 6:25am
8th Nov 2024 6:25am
The Monks Honey Mead
Golden nectar flows,
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
#alcohol
#faith
#prayer
#religion
#spiritual
93 reads
2 Comments
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