When cage is cask,
And whip is knife,
Blood's to flask,
As wrist's to life.
For every sip,
There's but cage and whip.
Tis better to skip,
And equip your grip.
Categories:
alcohol addiction, anxiety, courage, depression, drink,
Form: Rhyme
Bring some more pain, I really quite like it
The driver supreme of my own demise
A bottle of wine, a park bench to sit
Like a fortune cookie I tell no lies
Poison attacks me from behind my eyes.
Allow the toxins to control my doubt
My mind cries for mercy, 'stop' it does shout.
Categories:
alcohol addiction, addiction, anxiety, change, drink,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Unlike the first Revolution…
this time we have to take America
back from within
Like drug and alcohol addiction
we need detox
and rehabilitation
The traitors and despoilers left
to wither and die
Too many have sacrificed
for the freedoms we take for granted
to abdicate our responsibility
to the lunatic fringe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
Categories:
alcohol addiction, america,
Form: Free verse
When we choose wrong peer group, we are prone to addiction.
When we are weak and we can’t say NO, we are prone to addiction.
When we adorn the swag of appearing stylish, we are prone to addiction.
When we think trying out is fun, we are prone to addiction.
Your parents love you the most, don’t hesitate to confide after first consumption.
You are educated and aware, stay away from possible conjunctions.
You have to rewind and analyze your entire day before sleeping to avoid afflictions.
You have to be clear that dying is easier than living with addiction!
ADDICTION POETRY CONTEST
DATED: 28TH DECEMBER; 2020
SPONSORED BY: ROB LEVASSEUR
Categories:
alcohol addiction, addiction, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Freddie followed me like my own shadow
It’s not been easy since he passed away
My family don’t know that I’m depressed
I’ve concealed my alcohol addiction
The label I hide on the wine bottle
I’m trying so much to go cold turkey
but find it hard to get quality sleep ...
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine -
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise.
When I go out for my daily walk the
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
I’m convinced that Freddie’s by my side as
feline footprints appear on the damp sand
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/08/20
Categories:
alcohol addiction, depression, missing you, pets,
Form: Verse
Abide
by Michael R. Burch
after Philip Larkin's "Aubade"
It is hard to understand or accept mortality—
such an alien concept: not to be.
Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion,
or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea
boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle.
Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle
than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists
simply because we are stuck here in such a fine fettle.
And so we abide...
even in life, staring out across that dark brink.
And if the thought of death makes your questioning heart sink,
it is best not to drink
(or, drinking, certainly not to think) .
Originally published by Light. Keywords/Tags: Philip Larkin, Aubade, abide, death, mortality, depression, religion, drink, drinking, drunk, drunkenness, alcohol, addiction, fear, fettle, mettle, Nirvana, solitude, curtal sonnet
Categories:
alcohol addiction, addiction, death, depression, drink,
Form: Sonnet
Just shut up and get a life,
I'm not like you, I've a reason to live ya,
if you weren't a berk you'd have a wife,
but with berks no one gives a....
change your tactic you're a spastic
loopy mate you're geriatric,
I'll give you something a little trick,
shut your mouth, on people don't pick,
yesterday you said I burn fast,
today it looks like you that learns fast,
cus on the whole you're a dictator son,
a sell out to an alcohol addiction,
because this is soup I added the tator
am I your match? I just put you out,
who's the supernova now, laters hater,
I'm off to live, don't come back about
Categories:
alcohol addiction, love,
Form: Rhyme
I'm Sorry that I wasn't enough for you to be around
I'm sorry I wasn't important enough for you to put the drink down
I'm sorry that I always craved your love
I'm sorry that I was your son, and you wouldn't give me a hug
I'm sorry for crying in the corner while you and mum were fighting
Smashing plates and shouting, I'm sorry that 3 year old me was hiding
I'm sorry that I got in the way, I guess you didn't need me home
I'm sorry, that you and mum went drinking and decided to leave me alone
I'm sorry that I cried as a child and got in the way of your drinking time
I'm sorry that when I got took into care, I didn't pretend I was fine
I'm sorry that I only wanted you to take me to the park
I'm sorry that I always craved to be important inside of my dads heart
I'm sorry for needing food, I understand why you made me go without
Your alcohol addiction was more important, i'm sorry you didn't want me around
I'm sorry for not crying when you died when I was 14, but I didn't feel a loss
But I'm not sorry for finally finding myself in a world where I've mostly been lost
Categories:
alcohol addiction, father, father son, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Trapped at the bottom of a bottle of wine
One taste on your lips – you think it’s divine
But look at yourself you’re an utter mess
Still in your dressing gown, not in a dress
Your business is failing your marriage is too
Yet you refuse to see what it’s doing to you
Your husband finds bottles hidden by the bed
All over the house - even in the garden shed
Yet you refuse to get help you don’t think it is wrong
We are fed up of hearing the same old sad song
Go to rehab - you promised to rebuild your life
Get back to how you were, a mother and wife
You need help to get over this affliction
Open your eyes, YOU have alcohol addiction
Jan Allison
20th August 2014
Written for Addictive Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Just that Archaic Poet
Categories:
alcohol addiction, addiction, drink, for her,
Form: Rhyme
Natural drug if not tampered with by human kind.
No worse or better for any human then any other.
Some will say that it is safe and better then most.
I say it depends on the user, just like other drugs.
Just like alcohol some can handle, some cannot.
It alters the mind and numbs the physical.
There are no side effects, some do say. Today,
Through personal experience, I know different.
Using marijuana for medical needs may suffice.
This proves that it is a drug, yes truly indeed.
However, the medicinal drug has been changed.
From its natural state, to make it so effective,
Though I also know, the day will come soon.
That it will be legalized, and sold like liquor.
With the same limits and chosen, buzz limit.
In addition, some will abuse it, like alcohol addiction.
I have seen many of my schoolmates become lost.
No room for tiny thoughts, loss of daily time,
Not able to be rational, for even simple tasks,
Lost in a whirlwind of days of no knowledge,
You might be laughing, saying I am crazy.
If nothing else, usage will make you lazy.
Categories:
alcohol addiction, health, life, people, philosophy,
Form: Free verse