Best Drinker Poems
The Beer Drinker
Seven, the shop in the village closes at eight, something my wife
needed...so ok. I took the narrow road the one that has trees on
both sides it is a bit longer and I did not have to do this but I had
been drinking beer didn’t like to be stopped by eager police they
have been coming down on foreigner, giving fine for anyone over
the legal limit they get a percentage of the fine.
In the middle of the road, I stopped light from my car casted
a un- earthly impression and I saw wolves crossing the road,
wild boars galloping as avoiding an enemy or enemies, hares
in burrows and glades trembled. The nightlife of the damned, their
night was not a cosy fireside where fairy tales were told, a struggle
to survive this night, to forage food, they are more scared of each
other than of me. Life of wild animals is short sharp and painful,
- or is it- yet we have no right to interfere for they are free and
live a life that within its confine has mirth and happy pairings.
And then the full moon came I got out of the car undressed
and bathed in its blue, silvery light, shivering but it was
worth being at one with nature which we lost and still think
we can regain. My wife never got her the garlic, but I was not
bitten through the night, but my love for the woman who
married someone else still appears in my dreams.
Categories:
drinker, appreciation, art, august, beauty,
Form:
Blank verse
A bottle held loosely in her palm,
she's so tried from partying all night long.
Her "friends" wrote cruse words on her face.
Behind her lips is the vodka's after taste.
Around her on the floor are red plastic cups.
Behind her someone lays in throw up.
In the morning the party isn't as cool.
There's a mess everywhere and underwear in the pool.
When the ambulance takes your drunken friends away.
Almost in a second your buzz goes away.
And the Smirnoff that buried her down six feet;
all the sudden doesn't taste as sweet.
Now the party-goers all mourn in black
knowing they'll never get the best binge drinker back.
Categories:
drinker, death, loss, people, teen
Form:
Rhyme
Interview with a Real Drinker.
A: “Sir, can you tell me, why do you drink?”
B: “So that I’m rendered unable to think!”
A: “Then, can you tell me, what do you drink?”
B: “Anything, friend!” (With a laugh and a wink.)
A: “Any problems, then, with any one drink?”
B: “Hum, that’s a good question. Now let me think…”
B: “One beer, two beers, and then I pee,
And I pass the gas with two Chablis.
Liqueur taste funny, like gas no-lead
And rum bangs drums inside my head.
Brandy’s heavy, it knots me up.
Spike the punch. Watch me erupt!
Importeds? Well, what’s in a name?
Priced too high, the high’s the same
When the vodka hits, I’m on the floor.
With tequila, I’m soon shown the door.
Champagne fizzes, while gin’s so dull,
And scotch rings bells inside my skull.”
A: “Sir, drinking’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
“You should go on the wagon, it seems to me.”
B:” I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.
With the blacking out, the barroom fights,
It’s really not worth the trouble
Waking up with three days stubble.
The morning after’s one big minus
With cotton mouth and wooly sinus
I hug the bowl and you know the rest,
It really might be for the best,
If I just gave it up, well, all right!
I’ll start tomorrow…….bartender!
B: “Good for you, sir, you’ve seen the light!”
B: “ Set up my friend and me tonight.”
Categories:
drinker, funny, life, people, me,
Form:
Light Verse
The ex-drinker
He had stopped drinking looked remarkably well
his wife was proud of him less so his friend who
never saw him in the bar they sometimes met him
in the street but his manners was formal.
Promoted at work, bought a new car indeed his
wife was proud of him as were everyone in his family
They found him hanged in the shed his calm had
been a deep depression, he had everything to live so
why did he top himself? Not easy to say I think it was
because no one had asked him if he was happy how
he felt in this new life of sobriety which they all took
for granted and ignored his silence.
This role he had to play as a middle-class man in suit
was painful, he liked drinking it made him dream and
he wrote them down, but when he began the sober life
his wife threw his dreams into the fire.
Categories:
drinker, break up, butterfly, career,
Form:
Blank verse
The drinker stares
Across his pint
And into the abyss
He knows he's drowning
And there's no escape
Resigned to his fate
How did it come to this?
A life traded in
For liquid shares
What brings a man
To constantly cave in
To his insatiable thirst?
Yet laughter from across the room
Reminds the drinker
It wasn't always thus
He once had joy and hope
Before the addiction
Washed them away
Faces from the past
Flash before him
As he stares into space
He wonders if they're happy
Now he has left
For the daily drudgery of this evil place
Categories:
drinker, health, loss, lost love,
Form:
Verse
If you do not have a joy drinker in your house
Know that their teeth chomp up everything except for a mouse
We have one here, and he eats all the junk we don’t want.
He will eat all of the left over pieces of meat from a hunt.
He’s pretty handy my husband said after he met joy drinker.
Not arrogant or stuck-up, kind of common, not much of a thinker.
But he’s terrific if you are trying to get rid of junk and stuff.
He just drank down a bucket of mud; he is really tough!
Categories:
drinker, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than an ex-press
Train.' Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!
Categories:
drinker, bible,
Form:
Didactic
we do it only pay day
this i must say
we get together
in hot or cold weather
chip in and buy some wine
we do this all the time
we are blinker and sinker
WEEKEND DRINKER
Categories:
drinker, adventure, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Please have some faith in swine
Do you write after drinking wine?
Q.Kia ap gaanja phonktay ho?
Categories:
drinker, addiction, bible, christian, drink,
Form:
Couplet
they walk proud
but get loud
on this day
and they to play
and drink the night away
theyer not faker
just eyes blinker
NEW YEAR DRINKER
Categories:
drinker, holiday, new years day,
Form:
Light Verse
i have friends
from day begin
we sink and drink
our eyes blink
but theyer thinker
we're
WINE DRINKER
Categories:
drinker, adventure, dedication, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Christmas and ex-drinker
Christmas day at a green rural hotel and
for the first time in my life I was the only
non-drinker and this made me feel superior
since no other feelings were not available
such as envy I had goat chops with salad
about the only thing on the menu not sugary
or fattening the sense of superiority grew
to odium, I spoke aloud to show how happy
I was and when they had liqueur and went on
the terrace fo ra smoke I preferred to sit inside
feeling superior and crying into my napkin
Categories:
drinker, arabic,
Form:
Bio
I'm the kind of guy who drinks so excessively
that mosquitos get buzzed after attacking me.
Categories:
drinker, people
Form:
Rhyme
coffee
It's bitter.
PepsiCola
Too Sweet
Diet Cola
Terrible After Taste
Lemonade
It depends on who makes it
Sweet tea
Yuk.
Regular tea
Only when it's hot,
and I am picky
about the brand
Alcoholic beverages
Watch me throw up
Okay water it is
Smooth, cold, crisp
clean water
But out of the tap please
No bottled junk for me.
Categories:
drinker, drink, woman,
Form:
Free verse
See how the alcoholic wants his drink. He's got a black can of strong cider. He's in the queue behind me. I sense his agitation. He fidgets, moving from one foot to the other.
I must have my drink!
His eyes fixed upon the cashier and customers. I'm getting my shopping. I make the alkie wait. Feck him. When I've paid, it's his turn. I carry my bags and leave. He hurries past me, a spring in his step.
I hear a pfft as he opens his cider and drinks while still in the store. We leave the shop. He's with his friend. It's a one sided friendship. I watch him hurry happily away. Oldham's finest.
Fecking loser.
Categories:
drinker, anxiety, devotion, drink, sympathy,
Form:
Verse