Drinking Poems
a blunt weapon
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a time when he’d
fear nothing more
than the bluntness of the
empty bottle
his torment
his nightmare, his hell
The bottle would be
all right as long as it stayed full
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Wooden You
by Mac Mayo
This broken brain of mine projects
a six-foot, shadowed silhouette
of a puppet, strung-out and plucked
by someone who looks and sounds
exactly how I may too often seem.
The void inside me quickly over-swells,
and strange skin transforms to spread
while I am left alone to wither.
Shapeless and hollow, that pit,
......
Ye Young Irish Lads
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Where have ye all gone
Ye young Irish lads...
What about all ye children
Who’ll no longer have dads...
Why didn’t ye stop
And use your head to think...
Instead of ye fightin
Yourself with the drink...
......
My Bucket of Sorrow
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
guess we're both crazy after all
by Bogdan Dragos
"It's not that it was the worst
but it was very bad," the old
man said.
"I wasn't hanging but the noose
was so thick around my frail neck.
I was nine. And the
forest was
dark.
Night.
And holding me, they made my
......
Wooden You
by Mac Mayo
This broken brain of mine projects
a six-foot, shadowed silhouette
of a puppet, strung-out and plucked
by someone who looks and sounds
exactly how I may too often seem.
The void inside me quickly over-swells,
and strange skin transforms to spread
while I am left alone to wither.
Shapeless and hollow, that pit,
......
Intoxicated
by Ali Abdullah
I just wanna say you were thinking right
When you were sippin’ on your cheap old wine
Told me “Ali let’s get things straight
This relationship is going nowhere
And I’m afraid I’ll get attached
Then you’ll leave me for your plans”
“I don’t wanna have laughs today
And feel broken in a couple years
......
My Bucket of Sorrow
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Here I sit...
In my bucket of sorrow...
Wondering if I’ll even survive...
Until the sunrise tomorrow...
The bottles of gin...
Which I consume each day...
Have destroyed my will...
What more is there to say...
......
It’s Time To Stop
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Driving down the deserted highway...
Feeling depressed and very lonely...
Thinking about the family that ignores me...
Believing that I’m the one and only...
The holiday season can be hard...
For some, it’s the bluest time of the year...
To be away from your loved ones...
I wish someone would lend an ear...
......
Heading Down The Road
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Heading down the road
Going nowhere...
Trying to get away
From my obsessions...
Tired of feeling like
I’m always out there...
Searching for the answers
To my questions...
Just a drunk
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