Sobriety Poems - Poems about Sobriety

Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam. I do not feel any way about you with poetry -- other than it is my experience with you that You do not read much of it At least you do...Read the rest...

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Sobriety  He stopped drinking and looked remarkable well, his wife was happy, less so his friends who didn't see him in the bar and when meeting him in the street,  his manner was awkward, almost  formal, a few words of...Read the rest...

Bottles and glasses, left to stand, As time slips through like grains of sand. Often adrift, in a half-conscious sea, This life of escape, it isn't for me. Emotions submerged, a silent tide, Demons within, in darkness, they hide. Endless battles,...Read the rest...

In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking hours,...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...

The Retreat: Part 9 Coming Down The Hill We were warned That the high upon high May not hold or be well-received By the mere mortals below Yet Cliff's Band of Merrymen And bonus babes March forth from Santa's workshops To conquer, resettle The...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...

The Retreat: Part 3 Opening Bell And you thought YOU had it bad Cancer Homelessness Divorce Estrangement Family Death Pet Death Molestation Rape Depression Sex Worker Sex Client Bad Taste Bizarre Taste You people are really ed up Ok I am too Let's un—-k ourselves silly And begin. (3/24/17)...Read the rest...

My Battlefield cry I've never felt so alone, Stood on a battlefield no army I stand alone, Staring straight at the enemy in front of me This enemy is not stood alone it holds the monopoly over...Read the rest...

The gambler It fills my body with heat From my head to the bottom of my feet An urge so strong I know its wrong. But it takes control of me. I can go in with my purse full I leave with...Read the rest...

have variety in our own society of sobriety when we had a lapse would cause buildings to collapse creating mishaps life residual even if a general have a funeral seems to be uncouth played piano which was so smooth relax and will sooth article we wrote when you...Read the rest...

You were my sunshine, once upon a time. When I stood by your side, day in and day out. Do you remember who raised you for so long? I spent every second surrounded by you. I found security in being needed and my...Read the rest...

There are so many pieces That make up my story. What is recovery? Can I recover my sobriety? Save me from myself, I'm slipping up, slowly sliding down the slippery slope. Spiraling the drain, as the snakes lure me, Let's see how much...Read the rest...

Sobriety is: the "spice of life". Without wine... (despite trying to imply delight) it cuts me like a butchers knife That warm fuzzy feeling becomes benign, and then... that bite... . Trying to analyze, compromise, then deny; it's all...Read the rest...