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...

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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...

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“Sometimes too much drink is barely enough.” Mark Twain, on Alcoholism


05 July 2015
Poem of the Day - 07 July 2015
Write With the Wit of Twain...

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April fourth nineteen seventy-nine,
was the day my mother gave birth.
A newborn baby so small and divine, 
she thought I had much worth; I was innocent,...

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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...

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From June to September
I cannot remember
A damn thing that I did
What took me over
Was a monster called Bipolar
Which escaped from the shadows where it hid

And...

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Things you cannot sugar coat:    LIST POEM
Child abuse
Sex trafficking
Killings
Murders
Rapes
STDs
Illegal drug use
Alcoholism
Cancer
9/11/01
Automobile wrecks
House fires
Natural catastrophes
Tsunamis
Earthquakes
Volcanic ash
Bullies
Pain
Anger
Rage
Unkindness
Disrespect
Ugly dogs
Dentists
Math...

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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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Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis...

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That's the last place I lived while still at home  
till my heart sought to journey my birthplace.

Indulgence Sea storms, formed riffles, and cold...

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Weapons and mass destruction
Traffic congestion

Infrastructure deterioration
Human experimentation

Child Abuse and Molestation
Church-State Separation

Toxic waste and unemployment
Exorbitant education

Police corruption and abuse
Alcoholism,Grey Goose

Can’t smoke indoors 
Can’t smoke outdoors

Big Brothers...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales...

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The echoes of my past come
as a rumbling noise or a murmur
reminding me what I had gone through
and how I got to where I am...

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Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if...

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