Best Drank Poems
MOTHER
Never Drank Gin in the Morning
My Mother… never drank!
“Cotton Gin” came to her mind,
when she heard the word Gin.
In stores…Gin never find.
I too, just like Mother
my strongest drink iced tea.
When stronger drink took sip
weird warmth.. came over me.
As, N.Y. designer !
Lemon, lime drink thought try,
Called a “Margarita,”
drank three.. and “Prayed to die!”
Husband will sip Bourbon
stronger, than perfume I wear.
I simply can smell it,
and swear..”.I drank my share.”
Unlike Mother, I drink wine
before going to bed.
Imagine where it goes?
Directly to my head!
At night had bad leg cramps
gave my specialist a call,
“Add Gin to you Tonic”.
Cramps gone..too tipsy.. might fall!
Mom drank, no alcohol
Life taught me.. enjoy mine.
All with “Moderation”
when Paul brings me.. Gin or Wine.
Feb. 28, 2018
Categories:
drank, drink, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
For Francine Robersts contest....Pick A Beverage
I once drank a glass of champagne
Then ran naked into the rain
I love all the bubbles
But it caused so much trouble
I’ll never drink it again!
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Categories:
drank, funny,
Form:
Limerick
It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.
As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
and I started to think and thank till thunk.
Life beginning to sink, it sank till sunk.
I was feeling the fink; a fank with funk.
With my money going clink and clank till clunk,
I was poor to a plink of a plank gone plunk.
When I thought of a link I had linked till lunk,
come as fast as a mink of a mink gone munk.
And I started to write in an ink gone unk,
just to write down a story in the pink gone punk.
Then I started to slink and slank till slunk,
all from writing a story of kink and kunk.
Just afraid of an ending that I'd flink and flunk
as if out on the rink to rank my runk.
All to make me a trink of a trank to trunk.
I was rich in a prink of a prank gone prunk.
Categories:
drank, creation, children, kids, fun,
Form:
Monorhyme
Once I drank,
Know now I don't,
blissful lie,
now I won't.
Once I drank,
know now I can't,
thrice to die,
now I shan't.
Once I drank,
now I see,
life returned,
know now I'm me.
Categories:
drank, life,
Form:
Carpe Diem
he drank from my cup, my cup of affliction
he drank from my cup, my cup of suffering
he drank from my cup, my cup of death
he drank from my cup, my cup of sin
he was made sin but known not it's path
he drank from my cup
he drank from my cup, the cup of curses
filled to the brim
he drank from my cup, the cup of affliction
prepared in sin
sprinkled with condemnation
sweetened with bitterness
spiced with evil all mixed to the brim
he took it and drank from it, leaving
me nothing of my deserve
he drank from my cup and left non for me
he drank the shame
he drank the death
he drank the curse
he drank the affliction
he drank the torment
he emptied my cup
he drank from my cup and cried out father if it is possible take this cup away from me, yet not my wil lbe done
he drank from my cup
he drank from my cup and cried out father why have you forsaken me
he drank from my cup
HE IS JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF THE LIVING GOD
Categories:
drank, baptism, christian, god, love,
Form:
Blank verse
If drinking they’d rarely abuse
They might get away with a snooze
But choosing to binge
Makes them ill and they cringe
Confused at the end of the cruise
Categories:
drank, allegory,
Form:
Limerick
A spider drank cider and was legless at breakfast
Now this placid arachnid with a shoddy wee body
Asked weevils so evil if they each had a needle
Could they just for a joke smoke while they poked
At erudite mites with myopic eyesight
And bedridden black beetles who bawled noon and night
At bow legged bees who could bumble and fumble
With wasps that were dishy but got into a tizzy
Watching high jumping fleas pee in the sea
Beside conniving cockroaches who approached in stagecoaches
Near trails of pale snails drinking buckets of ale
Sold by charming blow flies wearing spotted bow ties
In a dark damp old cellar with an ant storyteller
Whose sight had declined until he was blind
Who made up strange tales of fat whales with sharp nails
That fed on a diet of cat, sprat and rat
Carrying small bugs who never gave hugs
To horn-tailed yellow midges wearing red tartan breeches
And whopper leafhoppers sucking monster gobstoppers
So the spider could laugh like a three legged giraffe
And begin to grin at the insects chagrin
Categories:
drank, nonsense,
Form:
Light Verse
The drop that was sucked this afternoon
was the last one. The sea went dry.
From the moment the hungry cat in the painting
transferred the sea into its stomach
the black and white picture turned blue.
The sea jumps from one branch to the other.
In the gentle warmth of the kitchen
sleeps the sea with soft undulating waves.
A boy relentlessly chases away the sea.
The sea with its tail bouncing,
rushes into the street only to be hit by a bus
and lies injured on the street.
The sea wobbles on the street
with waves murmuring softly, softly.
I redraw the cat in the painting.
The strokes turn into waves
Gushing all over the walls.
Categories:
drank, today,
Form:
Narrative
I had bought it as a future investment
Just as I am getting ready to sell my house I have a Real Estate Agent
I begin to pack all my belongings to move in my new pad
The kids are all grown up and no longer hear them yell Hey Dad!
I am getting thirsty, let me see what I have
Lack of water can bring cramps to your calves
I get out the Styrofoam cooler and a bag of ice cool down what I have here
A case later, a headache like an overworked waiter, I am sick to learn I just drank
the last of my Billy Beer
So goes the investment I mentioned when I first started talking
To the bathroom is the direction I am now walking
Is this what happens when you have too much of a good thing?
I held it until I made it to the bathroom, for I am potty trained
I guess I will move to the harsher stuff by the way of Everclear
That's what happens when you drink up all your Billy Beer
At this point, I realize I am not going to move today
The bed in the basement invites me to stay
This bed brings me such a peace of mind
When I pass out I can leave all my troubles behind
As I close my eyes, the bed begins to spin like the house in the Wizard of Oz
Then I begin to puke a solid stream projectile that ends up on all four walls
I curse myself in the morning as I look in the mirror
I see crushed, empty cans of stale Billy Beer
It was literally flushed away after it served its purpose
I decided not to move, instead I will just abandon everything and join the circus
Maybe become a clown or a lion tamer
A trapeze artist, I know about the insurance disclaimer
The circus will be in town soon, that will bring everyone some cheer
Being how they travel around state to state maybe they can tell me where to buy
some more Billy Beer
Categories:
drank, funny, house, me, house,
Form:
ABC
I Drank
I drank away my future and I drank away my past
I drank away the anger in hopes it will not last
I drank away the suffering in hopes it fades away
I drank away the night and I drank away the day
I drank away my memories that seem to come and go
I drank away the pain I felt and times of feeling low
I drank away the sorrow and the tears I cry and night
I drank away the hurt and scars I know that it’s not right
I drank away the agony that I’ve known through out my years
I drank away the frustration and I drank away my fears
I drank away the family that caused the pain you see
I drank away my childhood and I drank away the me
This is my prayer for you my friend don’t let it go on to long
Give to God your vices the ones you know are wrong
If you wait to long like me my friend it’s harder to break the chain
Drinking only masks the sorrow and it only masks the pain
Don’t hide behind the bottle because its clear and all can see
Don’t hide behind the past and don’t hide behind the me
The me is a representation of all the things you hate
Take it from a drunkard with God it’s never to late
So when the time comes and you feel the urge to drink
I hope this poem reminds you and I hope it makes you think
These words from a drinker I know the pain you flee
God can take it from you he saved a wretch like me
The Writings of an Invisible Man is available at Amazon.com
Categories:
drank, recovery from..., god, pain,
Form:
My dog is a teen drank with;
air-filled verbal diarrhea
percussion tongue and lips
staggering chaser
fierce and marking eyes
flowing river of saliva
cocked arms for attack
cowardly legs for exit
This is this dog I love so much
Categories:
drank, power, satire,
Form:
Free verse
The Cat Drank My Beer
The Cat drank my beer
I left in a cup.
Actually she used her tongue
to lick it all up.
I remember thinking,
this does not bode well
for the cat or the beer.
This feline had to drive home
and she didn’t live near.
I could see she was
in no condition to drive.
By the time I stopped her,
she had already drank five.
She slurred her purrs,
licking everyone around.
She threw a hairball at a beagle
and pinned a pit-bull to the ground.
She meows she hates you
and think you’re a rat.
Then starts crying, asking:
“does this fur make me look fat?”
She rants and raves
as those with drink tend to do.
Then starts singing Streisand
albeit a little off tune.
I mix catnip and Friskees
for a little pick me up.
She takes one lick
and passes out in her cup.
I now know that cats
have a problem with beer.
One sip or lick drops
them on their rear.
8/22/18
Categories:
drank, cat, hilarious, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
time to get high
this is no lie
in the night hours
my lover and I take
shower
party and get drank
have until we're wet
its being
DRANK AND SEX
Categories:
drank, adventure, feelings,
Form:
Light Verse
I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak
I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak
supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees
attempted to love just for loving's sake
drown myself in sorrow's of empty seas.
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I climbed mountains that rose forever
walked deserts and laughed at dying thirst
but in my Life I have sworn to never
beg for winter's harsh cold nor be the first!
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I have through paradise a time once trod
sat on its rainbow singing out of key
swore to truly love before man and God
angel that broke my chains to set me free
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
I have lived within shadows that mourn
roped a bronc and stole many a girl
been between life and death wickedly torn
in battles victory's flags unfurled.
Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2019
Rhyme, ( Giving Thanks For Poetry's Many Fine Blessings)
Categories:
drank, appreciation, art, character, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
She drank to forget
She drank to numb the pain
She drank hoping to get drunk every day
It was the way for her to cope
She believed she had no hope
And when intoxicated
She sleep with any man
Who offered her a drink or two
She knew that love was not due
They simply wanted her body
So they could screw
It meant nothing to them
And even less to her
She was drunk most of the time
And had lost hope through and through
She used them for the alcohol
Gave them her body and her dead heart and soul
Emotionless and tired she just lay there
For them to do just what they wished
Often passed out after they finished
But she was known to do this while they were still going
This is a tale of hurt, pain and damage
So don't judge her too harshly damn it
Unless you've walked a mile in her shoes
She is one of life's lost victims
And now can't cope with anything
It's sad to see but that's the simple truth
She did not know what else she was supposed to do.
Categories:
drank, abuse, dark, deep, drink,
Form:
Free verse