Sober Poems - Poems about Sober

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...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

To please her newly married hubby she asked his mother for her recipe: a cake with bourbon, rum, and gin and tasted each before added in. Needless to say, it never made the oven and no dessert that night was...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Poured, what I swore would be…. my last bottle Then lost to temptation, as I crushed…. my final can I don’t believe me, when I say….it’s over But for the thousandth time… I’ll make my stand Now here I...Read the rest...

I want to seek sobriety everyday I hope to God this sleepless night I pray and pray away the pain tonight I want to be okay as I lay here, decaying like a wilted flower in May I feel...Read the rest...

my cigarette shrouds me in smoke i am still a mystery to myself i take melancholy like drugs there’s such a grim beauty in the city with flowers making war through the fences and the city has withdrawn. what depression when...Read the rest...

I only drank one year, a while I vastly prefer self-denial Didn't like myself more Back when dates *tried* to score Now I've let them go, with a smile :) Never got totally wasted (Well, didn't like how it tasted) Just pressured...Read the rest...