Alcohol Poems

Alcohol poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of alcohol poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on alcohol are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions…

Were Alcohol To Be Available Only With Prescriptions... short poem

Were alcohol to be available only with prescriptions, imagine what would happen to the alone & the broken hearted? Each moment of loneliness and every second of pain, would have to be accounted for, and measured in units of spirits.

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The Devil’s Juice

The Devils Juice short poem

This awakening has woken me Had days and days to think The route of all my evils Has been the devil’s drink It’s time for me to turn my back Be strong and to resist That deadly juice that ruined

Addiction & Subtraction

Addiction & Subtraction short poem

I am a lost soul, Half of a whole. Don’t really fit, Can’t seem to quit. Too soft for life, Too tough to die, A cage-less bird afraid to fly. Shrinking from a faceless fear, Risking all that I hold

Catalyst

Catalyst short poem

If not for that pitcher of ugly beer, We’d never have been in love. You for once would never have Made sense of my drunken chatter. Nor I found your stubble anything to Die for, considering how they prick My

Prelude To A Divorce

Prelude To A Divorce short poem

why walk when you can ride, she said the bus on fire the upper deck peeled back and dragging the asphalt laughing with the driver, trying to steal his hat then searching in her seal-skin purse for half a roll

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

Poems containing references to : Alcohol

The Chicago Cure

The Chicago Cure short poem

They came tired and torn, weary and worn They came male and female, straight and gay They came high and hooked, homeless and hungry They came addicted to alcohol, drugs, and crime They came for one last try, for freedom

By The Grace Of God

By The Grace Of God short poem

I thank you Lord for being in your hands, I thank you Lord for being part of your plan. I am on my own but I am not alone because it’s by your Grace that I can keep my pace.

Water

Water short poem

To cleanse the dirty body of just born baby we need Water To fulfil our daily chores for cleaning the self we need Water To quench thirst we need water To prepare Coffee/Tea we need water To prepare food we

Oblivion

Oblivion long poem

This face that I lift in my palms so carefully, as if it is grains of sand, shall someday slip through my fingers, as if it is grains of sand. but, for a moment, let me forget. this face that

Lord I Cry

Lord I Cry short poem

O my God, I cry in the day time I cry at night, I cry about the alcohol and drugs that has dimmed the light. I cry because I was told a horrible lie, that drugs and alcohol would make

Love Crime – The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade)

Love Crime   The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) long poem

This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice(Encounter In Masquerade) Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope Sometimes I’m hopeful Clouds begin to lighten up Sun starts to shine through Grey skies turn to blue I see a future A degree And a job I love. I see a marriage Some kids And even a farm

Hunting For The Spring

Hunting For The Spring short poem

Running from something better to leave it unnamed cold water muddy stream, convenience food wrappers in a kind of marketing survey, neons washed out pink and peach among moss wet rock and metal bridge stanchion rising a splayed hipbone from

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking

I Have Reasons Behind Thinking long poem

We would try so hard to take each others’ pain, But in the end it’ll all be the same. I meant what I said, it was never meant to be a game. And I’ll never forget the day you walked

A Kiss To Satan

A Kiss To Satan short poem

Drugs and alcohol are vices they’re bad And knowing an addicted user is sad He’ll be with you in case he needs These items of Satan his stupid weeds We never knew how it started but we know how it’ll

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

Serpent

Serpent ode

One womb Snip it One shame Snip it away Umbilical residue Stains the birth Of a sinister soul That won’t be tamed His tears of hunger Venomous Burn his mother’s skin The incipient evil Amplifies and flourishes Having inherited it

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Things Unsaid

Things Unsaid short poem

Words bubbling up, spouting and rushing Lips pursed to hold back the deluge gushing Desperately trying to stem the cascade Threatening to spew and sputter and invade Squirming and squinting with the effort Trying in vain to silence the springing

Musings Of An Insomniac

Musings Of An Insomniac short poem

Succinctly speaking There is nothing to be said But a great realization That I must go to bed It’s late and I am tired And a little cranky too Restless I am And in a mood to rue You take

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft

The Return Of H.p. Lovecraft short poem

oblong face like an opal grape crag of nose guarding coinpurse mouth how strange after a brief oblivion – eighty years in the grave leapt an exhalation of moribund mold – body produced as a conjurer’s trick shaken out of

Wwii

Wwii short poem

Poem about my wonderful grandfather John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While

What Can I Write?

What Can I Write? short poem

What can I write, I’m not really sure, Shall I talk about hate, Shall I talk about war. Should I forget all that and write about love, Of rolling hills and the wings of a dove, It doesn’t matter because

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Silent Words

Silent Words short poem

Silent words… “Silence speaks more than words” Whoever said this is a complete nerd. Why is it that we always have to say something, But we fall short of words and end up saying nothing??? If silence says everything Then

Halloween

Halloween short poem

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

Analysis Of The Written Word

Analysis Of The Written Word prose poem

It is a foregone conclusion that the writer uses all five senses to create their work. However, I have found ( at least in my experience) that each sense exercised provides it’s own individual inspiration. Not to be over analytical

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

Destruction

Destruction short poem

The Sun becomes red hot Beings search for a drop of water and they fought. Anger it is, as the climate is, The heat is unbearable and nothing can’t see through this. The Earth is burning, but the Pluto is

Depth

Depth prose poem

Hardly does anything trespass through the intricate niches of delirium, A shout practically hovers around in oblivion and a morning yell is supposed to be suppressed in the enthusiastic turbulence of dark whirl Darker emotions have to be admitted and

She Was Finally Happy

She Was Finally Happy elegy

After all the heartbreaks, and the suicidal thoughts within her mind. SHE WAS FINALLY HAPPY!! As she remembered the 128 times she got raped. The times evil boys said ”I LOVE YOU” — eventhough their word were fake. SHE WAS

My Smiling Buddha

My Smiling Buddha short poem

In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An

A Dream

A Dream short poem

Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon

Model Girl

Model Girl short poem

Beneath the lipstick, make-up and behind the smile, She is just a model who poses before you; for a while; Between the lines; below the sentences; She domains, Dressed up in white, with an angelic look; she remains. Human or

To Remember You Is My Destiny

To Remember You Is My Destiny short poem

Every thought that comes to my mind, Instructs my mind to think of you. Every night when slumber make me blind, States my eyes to dream of you. Every drop of blood that flows through my heart, Reminds my heart

Pain

Pain short poem

Frustration, misery, Swelling deep inside of me. Suffering, growing large in my heart. It’s bursting at the seams. It grows ever so heavy. Too heavy for my shoulders to bear. It explodes with sorrow, grief, and shatters into pieces. Pieces

Body In Mind

Body In Mind short poem

After you grind your mind, You create to center on For a sensation, emotion; That occurs on a surface. A sensational radiation Brings the body and mind, Then, you begin to perceive All energy on or in your body This

Scarola

Scarola prose poem

This precious leafy lettuce green is much less known than others, but beats them all by very far, for all the field it covers; Its greatest use turns out to be, a must for one good salad, and praises for

Poem For Marigold

Poem For Marigold short poem

Sing me softly to deep sleep. With your song, my heart to keep. Your golden hair, like golden strings; That to my soul a sorrow brings. A sorrow deepest, deeper yet, That all my love I must regret. Your song