Best Alcoholism Poems

Alcohol consumption can be a complete nightmare
You can lose your life and your family
So drugged up, you can’t even play solitaire

Alcohol will give you a sense of disorder
Missing your child’s birthday party

From one drink to the next
Never knowing your life is a complete wreck
Not knowing...

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An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an alcoholics netherworld
and mind most disoriented.
A parched throat forces arousal
And miasmic exhalations
rekindle once more pitiful
repeated, inebriation.
A morning swig begins his day
and...

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It crept upon me,
From the age of eight,
Who knew the depths of hell,
That that first taste would lead?
The singing and jokes,
The dancing and shouts,
It all seemed grand to me.

It ate deep inside,
My nervous system,
Trapped by age twenty one,
The gates of hell opened,
For a ten year...

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Nepenthe numbs ye,
but wither away your soul
that lies neath the tree....

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Alcoholism, the pariah
feeding on the collapse
of self-control 
befuddling the brain's sensibility;
transforming intelligence
into ridicule....

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"Alcohol does not solve any problems but again, neither does milk" anonymous

Only my family finds this being the best line anyone ever came up with, we've laughed a lot about it
I have laughed about it
Only my family will joke of The drink and give it...

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Why do we go around seeking each others frowns?
You’ve got to let go of preconceptions to make friends down town.
Begrudge no man his time in hand.
A little known something isn’t enough to go around.
Attentively looking out of glasses that make the world seem round 
Don’t...

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Alcoholsim...The Silent Killer 

When I have a problem...you are always there
I don’t have to wait...you always care 
I can cry into the bottle and tell you everything 
Who would ever have thought of all the trouble you’d bring 
You make me feel better than anything...

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Anger, guilt and pain,
those are the only emotions
I feel; my skin crawls whenever
my mind flashes those painful
memories that I try my best to
forget.
Mornings are normal; I do my 
every day chores like clock-work.
The daily grind embeds emotions
long since forgotten; their existence
remains a definition in a...

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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...

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Day old coffee
in its maker
a cold witness
sometimes
to broken dreams
and war stories
and proclamations
of
getting well
of
new beginnings
of
hearty hope.

Solemn stories and
cloudy memories
and Joe
laughter’s echo
at some obscure
joke but
the window
knows
how schemes get
distorted
deformed
disfigured.

Some have just
flown that way
inevitably
some do go
without ceremony
without fanfare
no hoopla
simply vanish
and all that’s left
are
empty seats
empty room
empty maker
waiting for
the next batch
of...

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Coffin lungs unhinge a chest open bare, 
fragile skin ripping thin as bat membrane-
flutter in waves of vapor, from the heart that beats itself,
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he wasn’t himself
letting the bottle
have the last word



posted on November 8, 2018...

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She cannot keep a job; she has had several. Anger issues.
Cannot spell or write either, or be nice, but those are secondary problems.
Showed up at ten, was supposed to be there at 7:45; always good excuses.
Creative anyway.

Wanted them to give her a recommendation; highly angry...

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He was locked inside his own mind
searching for the key to freedom
that he'd never find.

Daily struggles led to addictions.
He fought the devil while he prayed to God
"tell me what's real and what is fiction."

Loneliness ate at him every day.
He wondered what he'd done
to chase them...

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