#alcoholic poems on Hello Poetry

Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul Dec 2009

He says this is the last drink

The very last bottle he will drain

For now, all he wants is to think

While he has senses that still remain

But tomorrow will just bring another day

Where a lonely life will cause only pain

Only one thing can ever take the sorrow away

He will turn to the ****** bottle once again

He has lost it all, lost his very will

He is cursed by the demon drink to follow

He just picks a bottle up to once more swill

He just puts it to his lips and ready to swallow

His life seems to be one long horror show

He ends up being in another drunken daze

He can never stop while the urges continue to grow

He is always trapped in his very own alcohol craze

His wife and family left him so very long ago

But he never looks to find anyones' pity

For this is the life he has come to know

One more lost alcoholic, lost in the city

copyright Chris Smith 2004

#alcoholic

Brittany Ryan Jul 2015

I love you, Father

I once knew my father so well
He fought back tears as we spoke of Heaven and Hell
He watched me swim in the backyard in a kitty pool
I thought he was great and sometimes, even cool
I love my father
I lost my dad some years ago
Not to death, only to alcohol and sorrow
I'm not sure who he is now
I know only that it is not likely he will return
I love my father
He showed me what it's like to really live life on this Earth
No material things really mattered
Only love, friendship, and family, until it all shattered
I see the glossy-ness of your eyes as you pop the tab of another beer
It all grew from the root of fear
You didn't mean to lose it all
Only to have a great climb before the fall
I love you, father
My dad taught me patience
Picking him up out of a bathtub, my fear latent
Anger prevails
Arms flail
A relationship so frail
The seams busted, and I screamed and shouted
You never doubted me
I love you, father
I've forgiven you too many times to count
I never showed resentment, only annoyance
I admit, not dismiss
I broke boundaries and treated you with disrespect
You don't deserve it when you're at your best
But that still leaves all the rest
I love my father
I'm angry, but not blindly so
I give my all for him only to dispose
My dad's a drunk
But I've come to accept
I know he loves me, so that's all I'll continue to expect
I love you, father

#love #father #acceptance #alcoholism #alcoholic

Stellar Notions Jul 2015

why?

i wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep alone
wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep
wake up
drink
go to the bar
drink
buy drinks for the cute girl next to me
get rejected
drink a lot
go home
sleep
sleep
sleep
wake up
but why?

#sad #drunk #lonely #depressed #alcoholic

Hannah Jo Jul 2015

Untitled #1

I tried to stay gold, I tried.
Now I'm left with brass where the gold used to be.
I've stayed up drinking, and swallowing swarms of bees
to **** all of the butterflies he's still sending me.

#gold #young #innocence #drinking #butterflies #youth #metal #bees #alcoholic #brass

Aniseed Jun 2015

Cope (Revised)

Hair trailing like jet streams
As tiny shoes skim the grass.
Don't know where she gets
The breath in her lungs to
Keep her going.
She'll need it for all the cushion
It'll give when she crashes into
Her daddy's arms to have it
Squeezed all out of her.

                                                It's always the moments few
                                             and far between

Keep low, her momma said,
When the sirens wail and they're
Shining that light through the blinds.
She keeps real still when red flashes
Blue even now.
Holds her breath and waits for
The light to blind her again.
Just a habit.

The drawings looked so funny
When they were done.
A sort of dark humor with the
Look of shock scribbled on her face
In cerulean blue.
Never liked blue but the shade
Always caught the girl's eye.
Her momma deserved that color.
Her daddy's car was colored orange.

They thank heavens it wasn't red.

"You can't Change it.
You can't Control it.
You can't Convince him.
But you can Cope."

Told her to repeat it like a mantra;
Post it on a wall
Let it spill like a holy verse
Until you believe it.
She wasn't one for God anyway.

                                                But what if I wanted to try?

Air around him isn't so stale now.
Frowned upon to have a beer
At an alcoholic's wake.
She wondered if this is how it would
Have smelled.

She barely knows the people in this
Room.
They're chatting about church and
How he was so great.
But she'll bet her last dollar
That they hadn't seen him sober
In years.

Hell, neither had she.
                                                *All I can do now is cope.

Figured I'd rework this, since it needed refining anyway, in celebration to the holiday.

Here's to you, dad. I'll toast a drink to you, I guess.

#death #alcohol #father #loss #thoughtful #dad #numb #childhood #cope #alcoholic

Àŧùl Jun 2015

Malty Beauty, Crazy Love

Your beauty is so malty,
It drives my love crazy,
Lest I commit a divine sin.

The night is intoxicating,
Cool is this ambience,
The whole world is drunk,
Oh the inebriating air,
It drives me mad for you.

Your beauty is so great,
It makes me go barmy,
I want to commit a divine sin.

My love's on a high.

My HP Poem #878
©Atul Kaushal

#love #alcohol #beauty #crazy #high #intoxicating #alcoholic #malty

anonymous999 May 2015

a letter to my mentally ill ex

i know i told everyone i hated you, but oh, baby
alcohol will not fill the hole i left.
you can pour as much ***** down your throat as you want but if it tasted like my name after two shots, it will still taste like my name after twelve.

oh, baby
alcohol, contrary to popular belief, is not a truth serum.
it will not cure your compulsive lying, it will not provide you with a newfound empathy for others.
liquor is not a cure, it does not make you better, it makes you worse.

oh, baby
alcohol does not make you forget.
four days after i found out about you and her and all the lies, you sent me 80 drunk texts begging me to return to your abusive relationship. do not tell me that alcohol makes you forget.

i've never drunk texted you but it only takes my drunk self 15 minutes at a party to find a boy to fill your role for the night. seven shots later and i'm holding this boys hand and he's holding me up - i did not forget that he was not you, i merely remembered that i was alone.
alcohol does not make you forget.

oh, baby
alcohol will not help your grades.
i heard that your new study partner is named smirnoff, i know textbooks don't have blonde hair and soft lips but i promise they would make a better replacement than that bottle.

oh, baby
alcohol will not make you nicer.
drunk texting me that this is all my fault for being so jealous is not endearing. calling her a ***** is not endearing. falling over is not endearing.
baby, alcohol will not make people like you more.

oh, baby
i know that you are carrying some baggage but alcohol will not make them lighter, alcohol will not make them more colorful, alcohol will not make them more valuable.
it will not help, it is not appealing, ***** breath is not a cool accessory.

i am never coming back, but the boy i fell in love with is inside of you somewhere and he does not deserve to be treated like this.

#love #heartbreak #ex #hate #alcohol #alcoholic

David May 2015

loss

It was then I realized I was drinking to fill the gaps between now and death, and I was smoking to make those gaps shorter, and I ****** for distraction, because living without you wasnt even living, it was just waiting.

#love #depression #lonely #drugs #alone #her #*** #drinking #alcoholic #depersonalization

Kit John Parish May 2015

Float forever

My head rushed, as I turned over to sleep
I should be doing something, I'm hopeless
those are the first two things I think this morning

My breakfast, if you can call it that, won't stay down for long
I crawl to the sink, my skin looks yellow in the mirror

Why, why, why? Those are the third fourth and fifth thoughts
why do I get up, why do I have to do this, why

I'm a balloon on a string that needs to be cut

#sad #death #drugs #depressed #dead #why #drink #personal #alcoholic #hungover