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.
Future Ben
Oh, I’m gonna pay for it tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
No question
No doubt
It’s here, my pain
I’m gonna pay for it
Tomorrow
#addiction
#alcohol
#emptiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
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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
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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
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2 Comments
First one's on the house
#lust
#sex
#alcohol
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Spirits
We patronised a haunted pub
and on reaching the bar I asked
what spirits were spooking
the optics today. The barmaid
laughed, her back to me, but when she
turned I saw the palest girl I’d ever seen,
smiling from ear to ear, a second smile
drawn across her throat in deepest red.
‘Vodka, brandy, absinthe, gin’ she said,
‘but I’ll be honest, chuck, our cocktails’ll
make you wish you’d left your spirits dead.’
and on reaching the bar I asked
what spirits were spooking
the optics today. The barmaid
laughed, her back to me, but when she
turned I saw the palest girl I’d ever seen,
smiling from ear to ear, a second smile
drawn across her throat in deepest red.
‘Vodka, brandy, absinthe, gin’ she said,
‘but I’ll be honest, chuck, our cocktails’ll
make you wish you’d left your spirits dead.’
#spiritual
#alcohol
#narrative #ghosts
#narrative #ghosts
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6 Comments
Take It
The clouds are not cotton candy
and no unicorns are here shitting
rainbows and skittles, it’s just the
city, sticky with a side of grit
A perfect world would be fucking dandy
but alas, the fists of life keep hitting
knocking on thin walls without pity
until you scream “goddamn this shit!”
Some bourbon and smoke would be handy
drowning it all while you’re quitting
throwing down the real nitty gritty
pushing the plunger for the big hit
The hourglass broke and left you sandy
open to no rules and restless...
and no unicorns are here shitting
rainbows and skittles, it’s just the
city, sticky with a side of grit
A perfect world would be fucking dandy
but alas, the fists of life keep hitting
knocking on thin walls without pity
until you scream “goddamn this shit!”
Some bourbon and smoke would be handy
drowning it all while you’re quitting
throwing down the real nitty gritty
pushing the plunger for the big hit
The hourglass broke and left you sandy
open to no rules and restless...
#alcohol
#drugs
#LifeChangingMoment
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15 Comments
Last Time One Talks Her Into Going With Some Friends
Briana
woke up hungover and
saw herself naked and sleeping next
to Evan and Amber before saying that it's the
last time one talks her into going
with some friends to hardcore
partying.
woke up hungover and
saw herself naked and sleeping next
to Evan and Amber before saying that it's the
last time one talks her into going
with some friends to hardcore
partying.
#alcohol
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
#threesome
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Drunkard
Depth of lost wisdom
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
#alcohol
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Loss
Loss of youth
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#drugs
#emptiness
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3 Comments
perspective
I look into the mirror.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
#alcohol
#dark
#moon
#sadness
#winter
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