Sober Poems

Taming the Alcoholic

When cage is cask,
And whip is knife,
Blood's to flask,
As wrist's to life. 

For every sip,
There's but cage and whip.
Tis better to skip,
And equip your grip.

Sober Soldier

Sobriety does not keep you high, instead it keeps you dry, unable to be satisfied.

Know yourself sober

If it isn't now then when? 
will you choose yourself 
Over another week's binge.
When Will the eyes you've been blessed with
Be opened and able to see?
The person buried beneath your addictions. 
Is crying out. Begging to break free.
Haven't you had enough of the days seeming endless. 
all The nights you go sleepless
While your mind runs

Say No To Substances

When you partake of substances, the light grows dim/
A spark once divine, now lost within/
The mind, once sharp, begins to fade/
A prisoner of choices poorly made/
Chaos reigns, where order stood/
A life derailed, misunderstood/
The buzz, the high, a fleeting flight/
Leaves only shadows in the night/
Men deceive, diseases spread/
You will wake up not knowing how you got

Sober euphoria

You enter my being
Like a sober euphoria
Sideswiped by a rogue wave
I fell into your higher grave

Coursing my veins like a lethal injection 
Your love is like a sober euphoria 
My warm blood now a cold sensation 
I’m taken to the lover’s utopia 

You devour me with your evil desire
Your eyes consume my secret soul
I slowly

SOBER IN THE MORNING

SOBER IN THE MORNING

A famous leader called Winston Churchill
Quoted a limerick that showed poetic comedy skill
It was Winston who named the Cold War
A riddle, mystery and enigma for sure
In that Soviet era
Russia came ever nearer
To knowing what Britain now stood for
Twice he became Britain’s Prime Minister
Post war prospects became quite sinister
Yet mostly what we seem

SOBER

TITLE: SOBER

It's over but 

Keeps coming over

One after another

Sober thoughts

Drained

Down

Sad ladder 

Rising to blaze

Blades amazes

Eating 

Void

Thoughts

Burning

Ablaze

Quenching

Inner fire

Get out of mercy

Self denials

Emerged

Established

Addiction

Illusion

Consumption

Destruction

Cells

Wrinkles

Surface

Ageing without race

No place to pace

Lost inner peace

Choas the body

Leads

Relent

Relent? Give up on

That addiction

Manipulation or

sober

slobber

over

never

Forever.

Myself a Bean

I live my life sober and clean
but once was called a bean

I started with promise and hope 
then found myself drowning in dope

I smoked a dart from a pack I found 
that led me to joint just to be sound 

I made friends with a bottle I bought
only to find them gone after we fought

Sober

When I get sober I'll call all my friends
To make amends and convey apologies
Tell my mamma I'll be home tonight 
Tell them that I was drunk 

When I get sober I'll go down on my knees
Call on Jesus tell him I'm sorry
Tell him to wash away my sins make me whole again
Read the word to

Sober -Part 2-

Laying down with clean blood and a clear brain 
Feels better, even if I have the small sadness ache and pain. 
I close my eyes and smile because I was able to keep 
Sober for a day, and can be sent to restful sleep. 
But….who is standing in the corner of my room…? 
Seven feet

Sober -Part 1-

You know…I like drinking, 
But I’m not sure I like drunk. 
Because then I’m stuck thinking 
About the depths to which I’ve sunk. 

All the insults I let loose from my lips. 
Saying whatever to make sure a balance tips. 
Mistruths spoken and stories just made up. 
Maybe if I put the glass down I

Sober Love

Quiet sober love 
rises with the morning Sun;
Unspoken desire 
lingers from the night before;
Small talk has found the silence.

Homage To Living a Sober Life

Drop a rock into a still pond,
and the ripples echo.
A large enough rock,
and a pond sized tsunami,
waves echoing beyond the edges.
Every step I take creates ripples.
Sometimes, a tsunami.
After all, I'm not screaming in outer space.
And the trillions of steps before mine
that gave me the ground I walk on,
need to be acknowledged by the care I

Almost Sober

Drink kept by the bedside would not rot,
Critical of the routine, banging on the door,
Demanding a day in all the light-wide awake,
Embracing the axe and work around the woods,
Cut in half- building from the bitter bark,
Pain makes the body succumb to it often,
Making way for alcohol to ease it,
Surrounded, should the shrubs shush it?
Holding the

To Remember

There are memories,
Not within my mind, but saved,
They plague me when I come across them,
How much I had loved someone,
And how much they had loved me, 
I think back to the good days,
Where I smiled and had no doubts,
But slowly I drift to the end,
And I realize, no matter the love,
Always it hurt, yet I

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