Alcoholic Poems

Taming the Alcoholic

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.

The Train Station

Life with you has always felt like waiting at a train station. I’d curl up on the cold benches and wait on you forever, I think. When you finally get off, I’m so excited that I feel tears of joy stinging my cheeks. I race over to hug you and you give me a smile

Alcoholic

Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
 
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
 
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well

The Deepest Pain

When her shadow falls on yesterday,
And the memory erases the hopes and dreams,
Like faded stars in a warm, summer sky –
Her fickle heart makes its way through the night,
Breathing lonely into those minds, those lives,
Believers who discovered she was a lie,
Memories who know her as pain’s alibi.

When her darkness stumbles across a feeling,
Breathless moments who

Am I an alcoholic

I drink more than I should,
But not as much as I can,
Which in my world makes me,
A moderate man.

The Alcoholic

The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight 
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the antonym of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a 
A good

Alcoholic's Regret

It tells the soul,
I’ll give you wings.
I’ll enlighten you and bring peace.
I’ll fill your mind with a brilliant idea.
I’ll cause your heart to feel like it agrees…
With me, anything is possible –
Even the darkest doubts will see…
With me, the champion, the star –
There is a promise of no worries, no qualms,
No reason to doubt the

Tested love

I am tested
Everyday
To love
For no other reason
Then love itself
To love
The alcoholic
That’s in need of a drink
To love
Those that wish
To share a blame
To love
Those that stalk
To prolong a pain
To love
One
That wishes to love me
But has a love at home
Waiting patiently
To love
Myself
One’s own
Fielty

Praying For An Addict

I pray for you, but I’m just not sure
When you say you’ve changed,
Does it mean anything? When you reveal
Your heart – is it something dark
Or is it something blue, tender and true
I just can’t be sure about you… You’re someone
Who is rich in His blessings, someone
Who is loved, adored, accepted
Yet you neglect the truth, reject

Gearldine

She was a giver – giving
More than material possessions,
Although she gave many
Things – her gifts, the ones 
That made my heart remember
Were her flames of tenderness,
The sweetness of the spirit
She gave so many magic memories…

She was a maker – a creator
Crafting ideas and pleasant dreams,
Inspirations that remind me…
Her heart was on display in every
Wish breathed,

In His Laugh

In the shadows of my mind
There is a memory of you, laughing
Despite the pain that hung like a curtain
Shading the windows of your heart,
Stopping the light who glistened
Just beyond your feelings,
Where doubt told you to disregard
The gentle touch of its shafts,
Promising energies that would silence
All the grief that followed you

In my memory, you are laughing
But

Whine Bottle

Written by Gail DeBole
on July 7, 2015
Updated Feb. 22, 2023

At first...
          Cheerfully shared for liquid celebrations
           For all of the right reasons.

And then...
           Abruptly emptied to

Alcoholic

Not much of a drinker but I might start carrying a flask
So, I can sip something a little stronger than my depression
Because this counseling session is not helping
My life right now is just a hangover that last week's
Or a bad break up that only repeats
Sadness eats more than happiness 
And these tears water my dying

Hopeless Hero

His blood wasn’t red
At least in my head… that is what I said
To myself, believed, accepted
As fact – absolute proof that he was better
Than the mere human, the simple man
The one who took my hand when I needed him

His sweat didn’t smell
But, oh, my heart did swell… never would repel
This heart who loved him so
Knew

Oh, How I Cried

It was summertime and healing from the winter’s dark
Felt like memories were alone and silent, warring with the doubts
Leaves green and dancing with the breeze, wings of hope
Laughing at the lost moments when we played tag with hide n’ seek
It was a game, summer’s cure for the past that was all pain
Clouds of melancholy folded

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