Short Sobriety Poems
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Sipped one Pabst
Sobriety lapsed
Resolve collapsed
Resurrected
His checkered past
His fiancé aghast
Once more, outcast
Sadness is the gaiety of grief-
gladness, the sobriety of happiness!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 July 2020
Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll turn out just like you
Lost, alone, sad, drinking from my brew
Maybe if you wake up
I will see
There's still a chance for me
Hard headed, hard working, leader
January third's your day dear brother
Leave off the booze, clarity
Best for all, sobriety
Hot blooded bachelor needs caterer.
Sobriety
Lucid self-possession.
Clear-headed, composed, steadied
Abstention, temperance; Carouser, lush
Staggering, tottering, gibbering.
Intoxicated high.
Drunkenness
For Bobby sobriety just fit the bill
But he longed for a love, his life to fulfill
He found a lady
Who's job was shady
She was a bootlegger, but he loved her still!
Sometimes I think
I would love you more
if I was still drinking.
And then I decipher the code:
I would love you more
if I still loved myself less.
There once was a man who wrote poetry,
but his words caused bad notoriety.
Poems full of bad grammar,
Souper's thought he's a spammer!
But he was struggling with sobriety!
enclosed in their sobriety
strength encircles defeat
entwined in a world
of tears for fears
we struggle
remove the sealed masks
of denial
and of change
live free
from that that devours
20
I don’t even wanna talk
About drugs anymore
Got offered brown today
And I turned him down
Told him I don’t do that
Anymore and eyes wide
He said ok my bad
Sobriety and God
My Higher Power
Keep me safe
ALCOHOLIC
Annoying
Liar
Cunning
Offensive
Hopeless
Obnoxious
Loathsome
Inebriated
Crafty
6 February 2020 For the contest sponsored by Matt Caliri
(Written by a recovering alcoholic with 38 years of sobriety)
CLEAR THINKING
There was a time, long years ago
When I allowed the beer to flow
My mind was foggy, thoughts impure
So I don't drink beer, I drink Ensure
Curtis Moorman
11 January 2019
Celebrating 37 years of sobriety
How am I
Living on
Without
The mess
That was
My life
Seems
No tears
Left for those
Good old days
When I would
Swear to you
I was clean
But you know
And after all
That wanting
My Higher Power
Has set me free
In sobriety
Butterflies drift
before a man
before
the
dawning night.
Clouds retreating
beyond the veil
beyond
a
setting sun.
Ruminate long
within this space
within
this
sober sight.
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Sobriety
Somber sobering.
Sadness surpasses surprise.
Silent seclusion.
Poetry Form Ekphrasis (art inspired) Haiku with alliteration.
Inspired by Brian Strand’s Imagine Contest
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automat_(painting)
The Walk
Long hot desert
Empty of people
Not even a camel in sight
He clutched a euro coin
In his sweaty palm
He was left handed
Wanted to buy
A glass of beer
Hatless he fainted
Belly up
Awoke at sun-down
A date palm
Clutching a coin
The sobriety of others cross
Our paths in shadowed lines
Their blur, a noise, a quiet breeze
Recedes in stretching time
Small permanence of our design
That we exchange in parts
Across the cobbled stone we stride
Hard fashioned, in who we aren’t
SOBER-:-
teetotal
sustainability
abstinence
nonfermented
sobriety
rewarded merits
a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH
unmalted
dealcoholized
balancing
restart
recovering
SEVERE DIPSOMANIA
anonymously
attends
powwows
shared
stories
Why can't I stay dry ? I ask my power on high . Why can't I stay dry ? No rainbows in my sky . Why can't I stay dry ? I don't want to go high . Why can't I stay dry ? No matter how hard I try . Why can't I stay dry ? I just want to die . Why can't I stay dry ?
As an addict, you think you are alone.
Family and friends turned their backs.
But you are all wrong.
You need to turn your lights on.
Admit to your problems.
Clear up the fog, that's clouded your mind.
Travel towards sobriety
Get back your own life!
Sobriety was good only in the past
For all those who are gentle, the die is cast
You reap what you sow, no more
Learn tricks of trade, all over
All the nice guys would always finish the last!
Inspired by Mark Twain's Quote: "Be good and you will be lonely."
Trust was broken at a young age.
Alone most of the time.
Problems in all my relationships.
Evil thoughts turned to evil plans.
Sadness surrounded me.
Turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Recovery has been brutal but life-saving.
Years of sobriety have led to happiness.
(me)
who didn’t love herself
more than society’s
standards.
I am bigger than
a butterfly.
Sometimes
I feel smaller.
I am poor.
Butterflies die
easily,
Heaven is
a sentence,
or a stanza
away.
It is more rewarding
than sobriety,
or good poetry.
In an era of celebrity
Nancy Reagan and Laura Bush
First Ladies who chose progressivity --
Nancy R. 'Just Said Yes' to sobriety
Laura B. 'Just Said No' to illiteracy
**True PROGRESS-ivity, that is: Saying NO to drugs & illiteracy
I am running
out of daylight and in this
forgotten chasm, soon
I will meet my own
fate to become star-blinded
But I do not mind.
My telluric heart
is going to lose its poor
blindspots of stifling
sobriety by
embracing your ravenskinned,
asterisk lighted nightshade.