Poetry Blogs (alcohol)
Wolfgar Miere on (1 hour ago)
pull out thre trigger u know how it go
call up lil leek cuz he still got that 4
when I'm down bad I do not got nopbody
release all my problems when I drink this bottle
still fucking hoes man I just fucked this model
nobody know about all of my problems
call up tequila u know she gon solve it
I wanna stop drinking but I got nobody
I try to reach out but they always dec...
Sunday 30th June 2019 12:58 am
Wanting life easy but living it hard
Dons his sick kilt and has one for the road
Gone to repeat the story he’s been told
In the bar where he hasn’t been barred.
Scotland is playing, they’ll win or they’ll lose
He orders a pint, the fifth of the night
Loneliness fades and the world becomes right
An amber-flecked al...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 1:52 pm
Where's the fucking rizlas man?
I just need a fucking smoke
to take the edge of
starting with just one almighty toke
this week's been shit. I have to say
today's been much the same
let's smoke 'til I can't see her face
and can't recall their names
she said that I'm an addict yeah
what does she fucking know?
A few pills every weekend
and a little bit of blow
a spliff for breakfast every...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 9:34 pm
Drinking about you all night long
Playing all your favorite songs
You said you loved me
I believed you
When you said
I’d never leave you
I’m drinking about you
I’m drinking about you
Monday 1st January 2018 4:39 pm
Okay, listen up, y’all.
I spent Christmas in England,
And this is what I saw.
They got something called a Christmas Pudding
I don’t know why--it ain’t got no pudding in it at all.
It’s just a big fruity mess
Rotting in fat and alcohol.
First they take dried fruit, sugar, and peelings,
Mix it with some flour, spices, eggs, and brandy,
Add some stuff I can’t remember,
Monday 18th December 2017 11:11 am
You can skew your view
Through the bottom of a glass
But there's nothing you can do
To change the past
Wednesday 20th September 2017 4:33 pm
Drinking life away
To mourn and celebrate
With a drink in hand
A prop with which to stand
Have a drink to laugh
And stop sorrows in their path
To grieve at rising sun
Part of nightime fun
Drinking is your brain
The new way of being sane
Drinking is your super power
Your friend at every hour
A pint is always there
Like a friend who cares
A whiskey to relax
Drowning all the crap
Saturday 29th July 2017 5:33 pm
Let not distraction keep you!
When The Drama of the perfume Fades
The Tossing Tousled hair parades
Settle in a lazy muse and the moon no longer lingers,
When the mystery seems tired as the night turns day,
The conversation feels hired as the wine wears away,
When reality strings together like a cellists’ tune,
Awaking your longing for a richer room
Be the see...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:21 am
Wrapped in whiskey
Tender words roll off your tongue
like how I roll this blunt for us
Car ride to a party we'd rather skip
Turns into an L ride that helps us tolerate
the people you call your friends
You allow alcohol to consume you
And I act like high is the new sober so you let me drive
Stumbling like you can feel the earth's rotation
I play the pillar
Thursday 5th January 2017 3:48 am
We all have out tipple of choice, mine
It's potent breath intertwines with mine
filling my lungs with pleasure.
Satisfying all of my dreams and desires.
as my words become dizzy, muddled.
Phosphene eyes to match. Spirits,
A wonderful serendipity,
i am free.
my mouth runs away with me, legs
The clock strikes, it's hand jittery
Friday 16th December 2016 7:00 pm
The stains upon the bar
tell of many sad tales
of love, loss and tragic lives;
and drink to drown out the wails.
Another washed out soul
seeks the solace of the glass,
to wash away the memory
of another broken pass.
another gambling god,
another weary player
bet his life upon the sod.
The rings around his eyes
mark the t...
Sunday 12th July 2015 3:53 am
My first real friend was Godfrey
And for the first few weeks of our friendship
I always thought
Who calls their kid Godfrey?
Then I met his Mum
And I thought
He got away lightly
Together we shared our first experience of alcohol
I was thirteen at the time
So a late starter where I grew up
We stole a bottle of sherry from his Dads booze cupboard
Snuck round the back...
Wednesday 24th June 2015 11:57 am
Liquor, such a licentious name,
I hear it whispered on TV,
my hair stands on end.
I move the bottles out of sight,
to negate their seductiveness.
They cry to be held or treasured.
The weakness of wine glasses,
resonating when they are washed.
They are true to their purpose at least.
I pour a scant amount,
measuring with molecular like precision.
I swig it back with...
Monday 23rd February 2015 12:23 pm
Wednesday 24th September 2014 7:45 pm
Red wine, devine - gush great Niagra!
Rose blush my lips, the female viagra
Pink screen my vision and grape stain my teeth,
Crush days to hours and press days to weeks.
Red wine, sublime - course through my veins
Make white my black, make barren my frames
Hide red with rouge and slur a fake smile
Extract the poison, inject the denial.
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 9:37 pm
Please keep on the grass
Nine people in this lift
Play your music loud
Please play ball games
By the entry sign
No speed limit
No closing time
22 units every week
Leave open the gate
Don’t sign in on entry
Stay out until late
Please unfasten your seatbelt
This will be an unpleasant ride
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Wednesday 11th September 2013 12:53 pm
As the last drips of rum
slip from glass to lips
I feel the heartache
of pirates and poets.
The anchor is raised on a ship
setting sail for foreign shores,
whilst my glass is raised
and tipped once more.
An empty glass,
an empty bottle;
this is the heartache
of pirates and poets -
to feel the ebb and flow,
to be the empty vessel
Friday 1st March 2013 9:38 pm
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and the ...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm
‘We’re in this
chortled the bloated sweater
in his buttonless cardy,
spurting twenty sober years
into my twenty dry minutes
A moistening newbie,
taking one small step for
one giant leap
to a slipper print
in the quick drying cement
of the AA’s garden path,
just eleven more to the
Monday 18th October 2010 7:10 pm