Alcohol Poems
writing setup
by Bogdan Dragos
the screen
the keyboard
the small room
the closed door
locked door
closed window
blinders keeping
the sun away
a chair
an empty stomach
......
infected
by Bogdan Dragos
He just had to stand
walk to the kitchen
open the fridge
get a can of beer
open it
and come back to the desk
sit down and lean back in the chair
was this something to
laugh about?
......
Growing Up
by kyra turner
When I was young
I didn’t know the difference
Between beer and root beer
Vodka and water,
But now I know
I know when i see
my dad drinking his
“Root Beer” or when
I see my step-mom
Mixing Dr.pepper with water
......
only his insanity
by Bogdan Dragos
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back
not even after the
alcohol left
his blood
he keeps writing to this day
......
Manhattan
by Ben Scott
You turned that night into a bad habit.
Second floor.
Tight wooden stairs .
Long bar.
Dim lit room .
Blood in a tall glass.
The famous dead rabbit.
Freezing winter midnight down on Broadway.
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The Barge
by Johnathon B
My head is a heavy boat.
Full of lead lined thoughts locked in iron chains.
A swell hits the top sails, a wave rocks the moors and everything topples to one side.
The boat tips. I can feel it tipping.
The bottle holds a message though. The drift will take it ashore.
The barge will be just the kindling of a story told once before.
The flirting bride
by Lynda Grine
I wonder what your memories taste like
A toxic gin tonic?
A flirty dark and stormy?
Take a walk around my lips
Caress me from the inside
Draw pretty flowers on my hips
Gently steal me as your bride
Final Goodnight
by Haych Nano
tonight when i close my eyes
i watch in horror as my father dies.
it's only the truth, i share no lies
lying on my bed my heart cries.
night after night, all i do is lay and weep
a years gone by and still no sleep.
all i ask is a night off from this pain
instead i hit the bottle as my eyes begin to rain.
the room spins as the whiskey takes over
you died an alkie, maybe i should of stayed sober.
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inner turmoil
by aditya vats
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
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Growing Up
by kyra turner
When I was young
I didn’t know the difference
Between beer and root beer
Vodka and water,
But now I know
I know when i see
my dad drinking his
“Root Beer” or when
I see my step-mom
Mixing Dr.pepper with water
......
