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.
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 9:09pm
1st Nov 2024 9:09pm
Liquid Echoes Of Despair
chasing shadows lost
inside an empty shot glass
whiskey and false hope
inside an empty shot glass
whiskey and false hope
#addiction
#alcohol
#senryu #temptation
#senryu #temptation
154 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 00:39am
27th Sep 2022 00:39am
Shotgun
When I was young the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while ...
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while ...
#dark
#death
#alcohol #drugs
#alcohol #drugs
314 reads
2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
9th Oct 2024 6:57am
Absinthe Minded
Froward deity
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
Spinning intoxication
Through candied visions
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#temptation
#senryu
185 reads
2 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
815 reads
9 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 7:45pm
3rd Dec 2021 7:45pm
Enlighten
I craved her like I craved my bourbon
two fingers deep and chill
nothing neat about it
dark, smoky, refined
originality, directing impurities of the mind
enhanced embrace of ether
lubricant of libation
wet lips confined
confirmed
secrets can't hide
scenes lain in the framework
primal needs here reside
in dark alleyways
under dream lit skies
aged moments abreast
the very hardened kind
succumbed to the stroke
of midnight
coming together outside ...
two fingers deep and chill
nothing neat about it
dark, smoky, refined
originality, directing impurities of the mind
enhanced embrace of ether
lubricant of libation
wet lips confined
confirmed
secrets can't hide
scenes lain in the framework
primal needs here reside
in dark alleyways
under dream lit skies
aged moments abreast
the very hardened kind
succumbed to the stroke
of midnight
coming together outside ...
#alcohol
#sexy
522 reads
8 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
587 reads
2 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
26th Feb 2022 7:49pm
26th Feb 2022 7:49pm
Dinking My Cosmo
Hear my diamond dripping rings
Click-ity-clink against my drink
Waving signaling to the waitress
Needing a decompress of all of my stress
Drink sip-ity drink
Sipping my Cosmo
Heading toward dance floor
Bartendy charge two more for me
Start a tab compliments of the CEO
I’m forgetting it all
Don’t worry about me
Cause I won’t fall
Opal flowers growing
Curving around my halo
Friday night and I’m soaring
Stretching my wings
Through Saturday morning
Mirrored...
Click-ity-clink against my drink
Waving signaling to the waitress
Needing a decompress of all of my stress
Drink sip-ity drink
Sipping my Cosmo
Heading toward dance floor
Bartendy charge two more for me
Start a tab compliments of the CEO
I’m forgetting it all
Don’t worry about me
Cause I won’t fall
Opal flowers growing
Curving around my halo
Friday night and I’m soaring
Stretching my wings
Through Saturday morning
Mirrored...
#music
#alcohol
#dance
673 reads
22 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
1st May 2023 4:12pm
1st May 2023 4:12pm
Mother Corruption, The World is Starving
The ocean liner sailed across
Her glass of scotch on the rocks
The night was unfinished
The moon unsatisfied
She had yet to scupper the ship
In a rattle of ice
The rain is falling
The world can crush you down to dust
It can flatten you out
Roll you like doe, bake you
And break you to crumbs
To be scattered
On the floor of the gods
The world can suck you
Like a humbug like a sherbet lemon
Suck all the taste from you
Suck you down to a slither
And crunch you up to shards ...
Her glass of scotch on the rocks
The night was unfinished
The moon unsatisfied
She had yet to scupper the ship
In a rattle of ice
The rain is falling
The world can crush you down to dust
It can flatten you out
Roll you like doe, bake you
And break you to crumbs
To be scattered
On the floor of the gods
The world can suck you
Like a humbug like a sherbet lemon
Suck all the taste from you
Suck you down to a slither
And crunch you up to shards ...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
395 reads
5 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
21st Mar 2025 6:31pm
Vodka
Dulling lights of Soho’s Vodka Bar
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
grilled the ache in my throat,
exulted American and Japanese tourists
sipped their £10 shots, brewed by mice in Finland
or infused with taste of dying tortoise
My last stop before the station
devoured as chemical waste from a Polish factory,
bottle rattled against keys in my pocket
trouser seams were merely intravenous
Wandered lonely as a clown
o’er vales, kebab shops and rat-soaked alleys
which hosted hidden bottles
labelled ‘nothingness’ to ‘never’
London, you were a lady...
#alcohol
#hope
63 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
59 reads
0 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 4:23am
16th Jan 2022 4:23am
Push play, Baby...
The power lies within you
Your finger tips
Just push play, baby
Push away
Please
The sounds of the music
you crave how it makes me move
shots are on me...literally
Lick away
Ill dance for you
Tonight, I feel like more
close your eyes
and devour my thoughts
Think away
What will we see
They are of us
drowning...whispering things....
in a pool of desire, liquor and sounds
Drink us in
Stop and breathe me in
drives me wild
All hands on this deck,...
Your finger tips
Just push play, baby
Push away
Please
The sounds of the music
you crave how it makes me move
shots are on me...literally
Lick away
Ill dance for you
Tonight, I feel like more
close your eyes
and devour my thoughts
Think away
What will we see
They are of us
drowning...whispering things....
in a pool of desire, liquor and sounds
Drink us in
Stop and breathe me in
drives me wild
All hands on this deck,...
#lust
#sex
#music
#alcohol
#dance
511 reads
10 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:22am
30th Aug 2022 9:22am
Bad Pop Song
I hear the beat start to bump
way too loud for this kind of song
I think the out of tune
is why too autotune
but what do I know?
everyone shakes their hips on the dance floor
feeling alright
drinking till my vision is blurred
she's way too busy checking her phone
in the flashing lights
I see glimpses of her beauty
my date recites everyline
to some cringy pop song
I can't pretend
it sounds like trash to me
she grabs my hands
sways us back and forth
then kisses my lips
guess it...
way too loud for this kind of song
I think the out of tune
is why too autotune
but what do I know?
everyone shakes their hips on the dance floor
feeling alright
drinking till my vision is blurred
she's way too busy checking her phone
in the flashing lights
I see glimpses of her beauty
my date recites everyline
to some cringy pop song
I can't pretend
it sounds like trash to me
she grabs my hands
sways us back and forth
then kisses my lips
guess it...
#lust
#alcohol
#dance
368 reads
1 Comment
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