Sober Up Poems | Examples

The Discarded Man

Trapped in layers of sin, ambiguity, and shame. 
The man walks the loud, but still, lonely streets of the city, searching for something that he does not know. The discarded man. A man standing in the wilderness, screaming out shrieks of pain that are lost in translation. The man fears he is alone. The man stands alone, unable to move, stunned into silence, fearful of speaking. The discarded man dances into each puff and exhale of tobacco. Lost in each swig of beer. The discarded man knows of God, but is still fearful to call on his name. The discarded man walks and drinks in solitude till his feet bleed and he cannot sober up. He does not address his emotional pain. From negligence, this pain takes on a physical being. A being that looks like him, walks like him, speaks like him. The discarded man cannot differ between the being and himself, so they walk as one.

Hanging On Butterfly Oddquain

                   Just 
             sitting there 
       hanging on my eyes;
 Sober up, that’s not enough.
                    Nah.
   Already forgot your name.
     You drone on ‘Pookie,
              just feed on 
                    me.

Dust- drunk friends

Sometimes I think my friends don't care
They say you speak the truth drunk
And they never ever sober up
And they say I'm annoying as 
They do stupid  and flirt around 
And I shake my head and eat my crisps 
Yell at them to get to bed
Tell them they should sober up
They've never really sobered up
Instead they just trigger each other
And get on my nerves 
DIY piercings and dresses with curves
Flirt with a boy I call him sir
But he likes this girl he knows from school 
Yet he flirts with me anyway
Call it screen testing chemistry 
And I was meant to sleep while it was sun
And now it's shade and i can't say
What l need to say to say what I need
So I'll say I'm fine and I'll say goodnight 
Lie awake and listen to indie pop
With I could take off this top
Lie on the floor and just rot
Turn myself into ing dust 
When I kill myself they'll make me dust 
They'll make me dust
I don't wanna be dust

Soul of ashes

I tried to revive myself one morning,
to sober up the soul that was drowning in the chest,
to cough up the ashes of burnt desire,
to light a new one,
and so on again,
every time 
this soul woven from ashes,
burns.

When Lightning Strikes

When lightning strikes and strike it will,
we cannot help but stop, stand still,
ponder whom we the credit give,
for the pleasant, peaceful life we live.

When just a routine doctor’s trip 
brings news that makes our spirit dip,
fate changes our mentality,
as we face our mortality.

When one we love suddenly dies,
like helpless prey, our sad heart cries,
We sober up and start to think,
how life can end fast as a blink.

When like Job, we lose all our wealth,
and fate comes and steals our health,
daily life seems like a bad dream,
an engine running out of steam.

When lightning strikes it pays to know,
the One from whom all blessings flow,
who knows the number of our days,
and bids us follow wisdom’s ways.

Two Offended Too Mend It

I don’t know how but I messed things up with you 
funny thing is you messed it up too 
I could tell you things about you 
you could tell me things I do 

Let’s be honest it’s too late to be honest 
waited too long now 
what was wrong has gone 

two men couldn’t mend a friendship because two men got offended 

Both eager to talk their own angle both too angry to hear and help handle 

both reeling their own problems there’s no seeing beyond them 

conversations nope,
confrontation, smoke dope 
passing situations
so friendship wasn’t broke

Sober up alone 
more confusion 
stress prone 
collision as both prioritise their own but never be addressed 
suppressed

no sorry would fly 
both think why? 
needing each other on side
best friends for life 
denied 

put those inward questions 
outward would have never said goodbye

Do Frogs Wear Froggy Dentures

Remember back when you were a kid
Every day was a wonderful adventure
Exciting things to explore and investigate
Do frogs have pearly white dentures

Or why do elephants weigh so much
Weight Watchers might do them some good
What about a nasty old lion's bad temper
Did they not have a loving childhood

So many questions, I'm full of questions
Like why are most horses so nice
They never get upset when a bridle's put on
But heard one kicked a man twice

Then there's the sweet old teddy bear
Some have vowed they've never heard 'em talk
I got news for all you doubting Thomases
Sometimes they even go for a walk

Found some hootch down in the basement
Twenty-year-old brandy I suspect
When I sober up and read what I wrote
Might swear off the booze by heck

It's Passover-Seder Time

Alright, you guys, it's 'Passover-Seder-time!'
  First we party -- Drink a whole glass of wine.

Wait, wait, wait.  Back-up.  We gotta tell the story:
  Ask all those questions; Describe God in all His glory.

Hey, hey, story's over.  It's time for the meal.
  NOW we can celebrate: Eat and drink whatever we feel!

Oh, no.  I forgot.  We didn't say Hallel. * 
  Gotta sober up quick.  Can't be a m'challel. ** 

What's this now?  More wine? A third and fourth cup?.
  My head is swimming.  This gig is up.

      My eyes slowly close 
      My head hits the table;
      Sure hope this whole night
      Wasn't just one great big fable!   


* "Hallel" is Hebrew for 'Praise," a Song of Praise, sung after the Passover meal.
** A m'challel' is Hebrew for 'desecrate' - to profane that which is sacred.

The 70's - the Lost Years

The 70’s – the lost years


At present I am in the 70’s
soon to be 73.
The temperature
hit a record high 74
here in Boston today.
During the 70’s
I was older
than myself,
so pondered the melee -
they drug rock and roll
out of the 50’s,
drugs out of the 60’s,
added sex in the 70’s
Sex, Drugs and Rock-n-Roll.
Thank god there were
not cell phones
to record the inane ramblings
of sex crazed
drunk and drugged
“?participants?”
The damage had been done
braincells lost in a smoky haze,
bathed in cheap wine.
And then……
THE 80’S…….DISCO
What a way to sober up
and go straight…..


©2/21/2018

submitted to – Where were you in the 70’s – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Line Gauthier

Message In a Bottle

My love for you
is bottled
aging 
to perfection
maybe
turning to vinegar.

Will the bottle break
before you sober up?

Nashville Forgot About Me

The day you left
My fall didn't take long
I still blame you
For all that went wrong 
And as I occupy 
This sofa of crumbs
l've crowned myself 
The king of bums

Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me

I walk these streets 
Looking for pizza and beer
But so much is gone 
And the only thing here
Is a hipster with hotsauce 
In his beard
From a designer chicken 
That some investor reared

Because with you gone 
Nashville forgot about me

I walk past drunks on bicycles 
Painting the town
And past faux modern condos 
That would make Johnny frown
And these sanitized bars
Where tourist go to drink 
Would make George 
Sober up and think 

Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me

I guess we were the past 
Two outlaws in crime
We stole each others hearts
And past loves prime
But I never thought you'd go
And leave me here alone 
Slowly wasting away 
Like designer chicken pulled from the bone

Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me

Alcohol Can Numb the Pain

Alcohol can numb the pain
But it's not the best thing for it
So have a drink and have some fun
But please don't over do it.

It's can be so addictive 
You may need it everyday
But when you finally sober up 
Your problems haven't gone away

Some say it is in your genes
Others say it's just being weak 
Either way it is an addiction 
It's help, and advice you really seek 

Life long abuse will destroy 
Everything you ever had
When your health deteriorates
Your family will be sad 

I'm not saying don't have a drink 
It's safe in moderation 
But drinking vodka at breakfast 
Won't get you admiration 

Liver failure heart conditions
Symptoms you may get 
To many people gone before
Some you've never met 

Alcoholism is hard to beat
It's a drug that's legalized 
If you keep drinking like you do
Your internals will be fried 

Family and friends are there for you
To help you beat this sordid addiction 
You will then realize, alcohol kills
This is FACT not fiction

Call To the Wild

It’s a call
To the wild
Up here in maine
Sober up
And feed the brain
If its all lost 
What a cost

Thrillseeker

Let's go Bungee Jumping..... They said.
It will be fun..... They said.

I sat there and thought to myself,
"Well I've got time to kill"
"Why not give it a go"
"I may just get a thrill".
So with elastic bands around my feet,
And a helmet on my head,
I stood on the precipice,
My mind was full of dread.
I leant forward as I dove off,
Oh my word what was I thinking,
I must remember later,
I really must stop drinking.
As I went hurtling towards the water,
My heart was in my mouth,
My boobs were hanging round my neck,
As I was heading south.
I hit the water at such a speed,
I thought that was it,
I was scared, cold & wet,
I hated every minute.
I bounced back up into the air,
Oh please no not again,
What bad thing have I done?
Or am I just insane?
The next thing that I knew,
I was dangling upside down,
By the time I got back to the top,
I thought my underwear would be brown.
They hauled me up at long last,
I hardly made a sound,
All I could do was mumble,
As I bent and kissed the ground.
So next time you see me drink,
With time to have some fun,
Please, just leave me on a beach,
To sober up in the sun.

A Phrase That Kills

Three minutes ******
How can something perceived special be illusive? 
Reality check, does it really exist
East, West, and North to South they confess it
Early stages is like heaven, they say

Succumbing to their fleshly desire, they turn into monsters
Like monster rats wondering the trashy streets 
Tormented by their cravings
The only thing in their minds
Is one round

They overlook repercussions
For as long as the craving is dominant 
Unless the craving is curbed 
That very moment the monster dies
Like ejaculation kills libido  
Only the eyes will open
And see how dire is their circumstances  

Users says the feeling is incredibly 
Like nibbling on your old time crush
The first shot is awesome like Three minute ******
Drug Lord’s use the phrase to lure the inquisitive minds  
To get them hooked and turn them into their slaves
Sober up, you with the inquisitive minds

Three Minutes of ****** in the drug world
It is a phrase that kills
And bind you with bad cravings
That will leave you with no hunger
For success
And hopelessness.

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