Alcoholism Poems - Poems about Alcoholism

Your car fishtailed in the slush that was already beginning to freeze, as if you couldn’t wait to get away after dropping me off at the library on Christmas Eve. I had just started reading the books I checked out when the librarian flashed the lights before closing and I found myself back on the street again, at twilight, waiting for you. The snow was falling faster...

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O holy Desi Daaru, We are frail, flawed beings, Thirsting for your bite, Yet unworthy of your kiss. Your smoky fire fills my chest, A brief reprieve from the ache, For a moment, I forget my brokenness, But you leave me empty, A shell of who I...

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As a boy Charles fished on the Thames riverside He had a songbird, a dog, but life took a slide His father got him a dead-end job in a Scottish town It became a vortex bringing him down. He got married young, soon nine kids to feed His job barely paid; how could he get freed? He illustrated books, still not...

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A young man, once a driver, Accused of killing, Left unheard Was thrown into a cell, They say he got what he deserved His girlfriend, just a young girl, Was torn up, and distraught She sent him lots of flowers, Letters, and poems on a card But he just sent them back, And broken was her heart He told her older brother to finish what they...

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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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She said that the stars were listening. She said that her gift was a curse but that was four years ago. She said that she hoped we would understand. She added that she was proud that her daughter had a child but daughter had stopped speaking with her/ She never mentioned a date or possible cause of death. This summer, four years later she told...

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It runs in the blood, you know. The mind may forget, but the body remembers There are things you'll try to shake and fail for years Etched in the nerves for generations to come Love you grandpa You ol' whiskey-soaked lush You've got three daughters and three grandkids who won't touch the stuff So clearly, the responsibility fell to me It's extra bitter...

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Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heavens, alone he fights, His vessel, both refuge and dungeon, a conflicting plight. A shattered rudder, no course to absolution found, Adrift on a storm’s fury, lost in madness profound. Wailing winds weave...

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I met my daughter 7 days ago, I saw her little face through the neck of a broken bottle, One I’d thrown at her quivering mother, In an intoxicated rage. I screamed at her to shut her up, I could not handle the crying or the stench, I’d not do anything to fix it though, It’s not my problem anyway. I recall my...

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I have never known him to be a drunk until~ I saw him sober ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...

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It rolled through last night, began at dusk. A glass of wine while sitting on the porch and the distant  thunder began.   The sun shrunk away, almost in fear it seemed. The songs of birds quieted, and the trees began to move.   Without much notice the once blue, moved to the other side, it’s gray. That which seemed light by day, was now dark and heavy.   With...

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In this river we drown in light A doorway blocked from me Yet open to dry eyes I can only hear your hands Clutching that splintered wood as water Rushes to ears like war I cry at the notion Of you stepping through that white door Frame as you sip whiskey In the next room over from me Tv mumbling comforts...

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Dearest kitty, you drank my wine last night. No wonder, you avoid the bright sunlight ! ...

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Running fast, the most beautiful of bullets. Sarcastic but always classy. The lights are up now, I bid you adieu'. Thanks for the memories and the ever present inspiration, seeing so much love It is for you. Nothing hurts now but our hearts, but like the brilliant, flash of energy you were, you never quit looking out for me , nor I...

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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...

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