Alcohol Poems - Poems about Alcohol

"Careful with the ethanol," Said a fume of whisper hush. As a thundered bolt and fire ball, Engorged the moment with a rush. The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini, Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft. Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie, Who puffed up in the rush and coughed. "Cover your mouth, you elemental," I sneered at the legless haunt, Dental...

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Toppled by a bottle, collapsed upon her painful past, asleep—but well awake!—, unmoving, but for her mind stirred aquake, the girl is yawning before her black dawn. Alone, couched by a burning blanket drawn over a conscience guilty at the stake, slipping into the sly hands of the snake, she sees not clearly the sickening con which lures her slowly to her deathly...

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A nine - to - five bartending job - the life, death, and fate of an artist. Forced to sweep cracked tile, and vacuum puke stained floors - until enough people notice him. False faith, or shall I say hope, keeps him writing, painting, singing, drawing - drinking and sinking in his own misery, dragged...

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When you partake of substances, the light grows dim/ A spark once divine, now lost within/ The mind, once sharp, begins to fade/ A prisoner of choices poorly made/ Chaos reigns, where order stood/ A life derailed, misunderstood/ The buzz, the high, a fleeting flight/ Leaves only shadows in the night/ Men deceive, diseases spread/ You will wake up not knowing how you got...

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self disgust and disappointment for the slip-up but I need to know what cheapens intimacy devaluing myself devalues anyone with whom I would share something valuable it's why I'm detoxing from all these dopamine pumps and anesthestics (gambling and alcohol) how could online "intimacy" not be included in the mix that keeps me from feeling all must go until this backlog can be managed...

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‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I never pray,’ he adds, as hawk-eyed Ataturk retreats to an ascetic frame and glowers at the room. And we...

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It would seem that our early ancestors Foraged afar to find the freshest fruit But sometimes they would have to eat windfalls That were covered with that white fungal fur Which made the windfall fruit start to ferment And making alcohol from the sugars. Was this fermented fruit more popular, Perhaps...

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• He should've been back by now • "Where did he go?" you ask • "Downtown in the straw market," I replied • "He tends to carry a flask" ...

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Both selves have fallen, to the drink at last, A time to forge the third, and split anew. The first: Too funny, fleeting dreams have passed, Too light for purpose, upside-down yet true. Beloved by all but self—so lost, so sweet, Its hollow laughter echoed through the night. The second, cold with empire’s pallid beat, Kept the professors' chickens up in fright. The...

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Cleverness in chaos. Twisted mischief threads beneath razor intellect. Urban antiquity, out of place, sherry to eyelash to eye. Her cigarettes go better with beer wisdom and starry sky humidity. Grand Dame, ferocious girl. Lead me up a garden path that stings until 5am on barren streets. Vampiric. Languid. There is no elegant sufficiency, no want contained. Faded lilies. Threadbare wisdom swings to giggling gallows below, aloft. One more drink? Reckless friend, take my...

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Whom of you have never felt the pinch and pain when inebriated thoughts begin to fall like rain whom of you have ever poured it down the drain when a loved one says, " this is insane" Whom of you have peeled the mask of hidden truth pushed beyond the shove and talked about your...

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Rimmed with red, the sky emerges from an alcoholic haze, collapses on the shoulder of a hill. As thin-lipped as the letter box, I brush a broken bottle from the driveway: shards of glass that tinkle on the tarmac, sharp as laughter in an empty room. First published in Bravado, New Zealand ...

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You won't find more Of my love at The bottom of That glass. For it exists When it's full, and Still when it's Empty. Tries hold My hopes. Cans fill My bottled Up expectations. The line we walk Is narrow and stumbling, But you always will walk Straight into my heart. ...

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I come with the indomitable intent to beguile Upon your face, I place an ephemeral smile When I come, I don't stay very long I have you up early but by the time I leave, I'll have you singing a sad song Gone! Gone like a thief in the night Sometimes I make you blackout, but when you return,...

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Alcohol, sip it Don't drink to stupor If you can control it It merry you When it takes over you It disgrace you. Some say it consume you Others it destroys liver and lungs Many says it liberate them from pains We all defends our habits Then condemn our poison. Like a old talk One man food Another's man poison What qualities one Disqualify another Drink responsibly....

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