#scotch poems on Hello Poetry

Riz Mack 2d

ah canna mind
the Spring in bloom
the buzzin o' hospital lights
the midwife's panicked rushin'
ti bring air inta ma lungs
or the polymer palace in beige

ah canna mind
ma mither's greetin', when light
wis still entwined wi her form, before
colour drained fae her perceptions
or the shade o' the devil whit took it

ah canna mind the ald grey hoose
on a cracked black road in the schemes
or the wid paneled livin' room
an' stickin' ti dark leather
dreams planted neatly doon the side.

ah dinna ken

mind - remember

#scotch

Sammi Yamashiro Sep 2020

The Fear of My Anxious Thoughts

Caffeine.
Nearing addict
status; once spurned pure black
but now it’s my composition.
Jitters

my thoughts;
next round is scotch:
Next, I’m alcoholic.
Yet, withdrawal never latches.
I’m safe.

Two Cinquains. Describes how I overindulge in coffee (I once couldn't stand the taste of black coffee and now I can't get enough of it) and I fear that alcohol will do the same to me (I don't like the taste of it but maybe I'll love it too much like I do coffee). Yet, even with coffee, I can drink heavy amounts of it for days and be completely fine (not experience withdrawal symptoms).
So with my anxious thoughts, they seem like they will stick with me forever but in the end, I'll be fine.

#caffeine #blackcoffee #alcohol #alcoholic #scotch #withdrawal #addict #anxiety #cinquain #micropoetry

M Aug 2019

After the Rain

When the sky is on fire and puddles have dried.
The red clouds reflect from the blue of my eyes.

A soft static energy promises night...
A few Scotch and sodas?

I think I just might.

#drinking #rain #sky #clouds #colour #whiskey #scotch

Lewis Hyden Dec 2018

Scotch

Fire stirs gently
In the depths of my chest.
Hot rocks, rolling
The molten stones down to

My stomach. The
Ache is quelled, substitute
To flame. Piping
Cold nectar, as gold,

Drawing only the
Boldest flames, dragon-like,
From my throat, my eyes,
My thoughts,

Invoked. Strong,
Stirring-gold, brazing,
Golden flames. Quell
The pains of my

Productivity.
Sooth the raw burns
Of my purpose,
Or lack thereof.

A poem about alcoholism.
#31 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.

© Lewis Hyden, 2018

#scotch #alcoholism #desperation #depression #commercialism

Ben At93 Jan 2017

Drink

Pour me a drink,
A scotch with a gin,
I need to think,
Of life and dreams,

Pour me a drink,
Shot after another,
Don't ask me of my being,
Tomorrow I'll put myself together,

Pour me a drink,
I wanna bask in a perfect sin,
Fix me something right,
And Lemme drink all night,

Pour me a drink,
I'm but a stranger to your eyes,
I have friends to turn to but,
I don't want to drown them with my demise,

Pour me a drink,
Oh, lemme feel my heart pound,
I have a friend coming for me,
So keep em coming til I can see sounds,

#thoughts #drink #scotch #gin

Summer Michelle Mar 2016

Cheers

You drink to what I have
And don't,
To what I want,
And lost.

Here's to you,
And your bitter soul.

Cheers.

#alcohol #drink #memory #***** #*** #scotch #buzz #gin #whisky #tequilla

Jack Thompson Oct 2015

Taken

The curtain of night folds elegantly into place.

Scotch and lip gloss to taste.

#night #sweet #lip #taste #taken #elegant #scotch