#drinking poems on Hello Poetry

Owen Nov 2020

Face in a crowd,
drawing me in,
music so loud,
voices straining,
trying to reach one another,
two halves of this youthful night,
and for a while
we are alone together
in this crowd.
Our eyes,
the only eyes,
glimmering
in the sea of lights,
speak silent, sweet, nothings.
Our lips,
the only lips
worth watching,
as our heart beats pulse
in time
to the sound of revelry.

Some people just stand out in memory, in the best way.

#happy #music #drinking #revelry #night

jon Oct 2020

Just let me breathe;

I'm not afriaid to die, I don't necessarily wanna be alive
I used to think I could never take my life and leave my family hanging, but I can't help this pain from my heart aching
One day it'll be alright that's what I keep hearing, but they ain't there when my mind is goin crazy
I didn't ask for this but if you did I'd say its ******* *******

Speeding through traffic, thinking to myself I want to let go of the wheel
My thoughts are suicidal, my manic mind is my one true rival
I didn't grow up with the best role models, hold up gimme a sec, I gotta finish this bottle
Faded as **** to numb my mind, with every sip I unwind
Blurred vision, slurred words, that's my negative grind
Turn around look up and feel the vibes, starry skies are my favorite nights.

Mary Jane and Tina ease the daily pain, but I also love smokin c
It puts so much strain on my body, and thoughts on my mind that're draining me
Thank the higher power or whatever the ***** out there for my family
The love they have for me helps me spiritually and emotionally
I'm talking about my mom mostly, she's my person

I appreciate it, through all the conflict
There's no resist when I need somethin
I can always count on her, I know I can get overwhelmed in this realm we call life
But that's when I grab my pipe and break a bud off the stem, smoke it, become myself again
I'm not stuck anymore, I'm free to be me
I've dreamt of this reality because my childhood felt like an eternity
It's gonna be alright cuz the people all around got me
All this anxiety and in constant panic mode,
Some days you just gotta breathe and get through, just do you
No counting the seconds or minutes, stay present within your surroundings even if you feel like you're drowning
Deep breathing to know that you are okay, and that your soul is at peace for the day
My feet standing their ground, I'll make it sound with each step
Just let me do me, just let me breathe.

#drugs #drug #psychosis #medication #drinking #sober #breathe #anxiety #depression #stress

jdmaraccini Oct 2020

Empty Glass

Want not yet wonder fragments of bewilderment.
Irreversibly vulnerable, suffocate the heartstring noose.
Longing for a moment, isolation ravages apathetic hope.
A story untouched yet blemished, melancholy choking fallacious toil.
Alone in a crowded room, each breath composed, ephemeral.

JDMaraccini
2020

#nethersky #isolation #loneliness #longing #memories #drinking

Norman Crane Oct 2020

Factotum

Reading at the bar
Drinking at the library
—Henry Chinaski

A haiku for Bukowski.

#haiku #short #bukowski #chinaski #drinking #bar #library #literature

Kole J McNeil Oct 2020

Hidden

Hidden

I was sheltered all my life.
But then I went to school
I made friends who stabbed me in the back
I learned what pain was
I learned what it was to be bullied
I learned what it was to hide
I learned that when they walk by to sink into the shadows

1st grade
Laughing and joking
Playing and carefree
Friends and playdates
Sleepovers and games

2nd grade
Sitting in silence
Looking at the front board
Some friends who ignored me
Lonely and anxious

3rd grade
Hurt and alone
I don’t even remember
3rd grade was lost in my mind
No friends
And failing hard

4th grade
Alone
Empty
Cold
Feeling wrong
No real friends

5th grade
Trying to fit in
Bullied
Hiding in the bathroom
Crying at recess

6th grade
Fell in love
She hated me
Was bullied more for liking someone that was not who I should like
Hid my feelings
Hid in the shadows
Alone

7th grade
A new friend
Happier
Still bullied
Still sad
Not feeling right in my body

8th grade
Cut my hair
Came out to family
Got a girlfriend
Had two amazing friends
But I was cut
I was broken

Hide in the shadows
Don’t let them see you
Don’t wear short sleeves
Pick up that pice of glass
Burry the blade in my arm
Hurry to the emergency room
Put on suicide watch

Three months later
Eat a peanut that you know your allergic to
Rushed to the emergency room again
Put on an IV for 3 days
Let out
Feeling numb
Cuts slowly grow deeper and deeper

Two months later
Not at school
Won’t answer phone
Friends worried
Still feeling empty

Goes to school
Gets put on watch from resource officer
Feels alone
Can’t breath
Panic attacks in P.E.
Catches feelings for your best friend

School gets canceled due to COVID
Fails all classes 4th quarter
Falls into deep depression
Has mantle break downs
Panic attacks daily
Family downgrades feelings

Summer of 8th grade going into highschool
Starts drinking a lot
Makes it 3 months clean
Not a day clean in August
Cuts get slowly worse, more, and deeper
Breaks up with boyfriend
School starts
Becomes your best friends boyfriend
Comes to school high or drunk
Scares girlfriend

Stressed out and alone
Confused

Waiting to see what happens the rest of the year

#selfharm #scars #depression #alone #suicide #drinking #underage #highschool

Armand-DeamoJC Sep 2020

What if

I never smoked the first cigarette
I never smoked the first joint
I never drank the first beer
I never snorted the first line
I never popped the first pill
I never dropped the first stamp
I never met you
I never found love
I never lost my heart
I never lost my religion
I never lost my friends
I never lost myself
Would I still
Smoke
Do drugs
Drink
Have no real friends
Have no ability to see another woman as she is and not how I want her to be
Would I still look at someone else
And wish
She's you

#drugs #love #lust #alcohol #drinking #lost #addicted #sad #depressing #depressed

Dereaux Sep 2020

Writing pains

My head is weary
my thoughts are gone.
do I make a short poem
or does it need to be long

What is the point,
why is there all this thinking.
is it true that writing is easier
after I have been drinking.

The paper is too white
and the ink is too black
but once the first word is written
there is no way going back.

#writing #drinking #pain

Empire Sep 2020

Embrace

Alcohol is the embrace I lack tonight
Warming my skin
Calming my nerves
Soothing my soul
As I forget my loneliness
(Which makes itself more apparent as of late)
A little peace
For a little while
Just lull me to sleep
In your sweet, easy comfort

#drinking #alcohol #drunk #lonely #sad #comfort

Melanie Gamache Sep 2020

Father

When I was five
I watched my father drink
until his cheeks were rosy pink
but I didn’t think anything of
it as he playfully chased me on my bike
on a warm August evening.
The lower the sun sank into the earth,
the more Budweiser cans would open
and my mother would turn a blind eye
so I couldn’t tell how tired and solemn she looked
until I was sixteen and I noticed they didn’t talk anymore.
My father couldn’t look at me when he asked how my day was,
pouring another can of beer into a glass
and the foam poured over the rim
just like my anger and pure resentment
for the man who used to make me laugh until I cried
and now the tears soon flowed for different reasons. .
My parent’s relationship crumbled as did my heart
as I watched my father’s alcohol intake increase
and the love I thought he had for me vanish.

“Remember when you cried when I got my driver’s license?”
I was ignored as he swirled beer around in his glass.
“Do you still care? Don’t blame this on me.”
A simple text he sent
to his own daughter
“I never want to see you again.”
Deep in the core of my being resided a hatred
for a sorry human being who dared to call himself a man
once his true feelings revealed themselves.
Soon I was twenty five and I found myself still wondering
why I was blamed for his own disease
and I realized I could be as boiling angry, hurt, and confused
and clench my fists until they burned just hearing his name
it just wouldn’t change anything.
He has become a floating memory creeping
deeper and deeper
in the back of my mind
drowning in liquor until he completely fades.

It's been years since I've seen or spoke to you.

#sad #father #dad #drinking #alcoholism #anger #recovery #relationship #alcohol