Are you looking for some drinking poems or some poetry about alcohol? Great, here are some of the best poems about drinking and alcohol you’ll find anywhere.
These drinking poems are a mix of the funny, the sad, and the strange. We think both drinking and alcohol are an excellent topic for poetry. There’s plenty of room for boozed up ballads, sloshed sonnets, and even a tipsy triolet or two. We even suggest you try your own hand at some lit lines or ripped rhymes. While drinking and driving at the same time are definitely to be forbid, so long as you don’t make a habit of it—a little bit of inebriated versifying might not be the worst thing you could do!
Whatever the case is, we find all poetry intoxicating—and we hope the following drinking poems are no exception.
A Drinking Poem
The following drinking poem captures the mood of trying to let go via alcohol and perhaps not quite getting there.
by Isabel Tolling
Differences in perspective
Simply melt away
after a cup or two of saké.
Different spiritual traditions
Blend into one with fun
As we dine with rice wine.
Eclecticism is unnecessary
If we’re already the same—
A serious commitment, you say;
Just pass the wine,
I’ll lend you another line.
Enlightenment and libation
Go hand in hand;
It’s time to take a serious stand,
To raise the cup
And to go bottoms up;
We’ve got to down one more
Until it’s no longer a chore;
For resolving this dilemma is rooted
In drinking until we are muted.
On the funny way the walls now move
As we slowly shift into a whole new groove;
What is it you so must prove?
You know I’ve always loved you;
You know you’re one of the few;
Why can’t you just relax?
Why do you need all these facts?
Lean into me and forget,
You know I’m not a threat;
Oh, I so wanted to amaze,
—now I’m lost in the haze.
A Drinking and Driving Poem
The following poem about drinking and driving hopefully suggest what we all know, namely that it doesn’t pay to drink and drive. Yes, you might want to try a little drinking and versifying—now and then—but drinking and driving, please don’t. It’s not just your life we’re worried about, but everyone else’s.
by Emma Blue
A small open convertible pulls up beside us;
It stops right there behind that big bus;
A can of beer sits there in the cup holder;
Could this driver be any bolder?
He looks over at me and catches my eye;
Oh, he makes me feel like I’d rather die;
He raises his can of beer to me in a toast;
It’s such a boisterous unnecessary boast.
Finally the signal light changes to green;
And then, boy, does he make such a scene;
Not liking our faces he hawks and he spits,
Then stepping on the accelerator, he splits.
As he peels through the intersection
He can no longer see our objection;
He misses the oncoming rush of the traffic
But when he hits that steel pole—
It’s quite graphic.
An Alcohol Poem about Wine
What better for an alcohol poem then a poem about wine? Don’t even the muses succumb to the temptation to drink a little wine now and then?
by Stan Dupp
That wife, that wife of mine, I cannot bear it!
Come here, please fill my cup with some claret!
Oh, brother, if you’ve got an ear, please spare it,
That wife, that wife of mine, I cannot bear it!
That old wife of mine has made me so gray;
Come let us pour a fresh glass of beaujolais;
That old wife of mine has made me so gray,
But with you, my friend, I’d much rather be gay.
Oh come on, let that red wine rule over us;
We’ll pour our glasses and drink in chorus;
Dear me, I do seem to have grown so porous;
Let’s us pour our glasses and drink in chorus.
Well, you see, this wine, it is so very fine;
I’m beginning to think I could speak in rhyme;
I was so sad, but now I so shine;
I’m beginning to think I could speak in rhyme.
Oh, how my burgundy blood does now so flow;
You know, I think I’d like some Merlot;
You know, I think I’m finally losing all my woe;
Just, one more glass, that’s the way to go.
A Poem about Drinking
What could be better for a poem about drinking then a poem about a wonderful mint julep!
by Lana Lynn
Her apartment was on the second floor
Of a ten story building;
Her fire escape was near the bottom
Of an urban chasm.
During the summer
The sun would reach its long fingers
Just far enough down
So as to barely touch her fire escape platform
And stay there for nearly half an hour.
Each day, in preparation for the sun’s arrival
She’d mix up a potion of bourbon, sugar and water
And place a tiny mint leaf on top;
Then she’d put on a light summer dress
And a wide brimmed hat, along with some sunglasses;
Finally, she’d unfold a rusted lounge chair
And place it on the steel grating of the fire escape.
Her timing was always impeccable
And as the first beams of light
Began to hit the platform
She’d be there, already
Just beginning to sip
Her moody mint julep.
And as the sun warmed her face
She’d close her eyes
And dream of southern mansions
And large trees covered with Spanish moss
And people who had the time
To stop and say hello
When they passed you on the street.
A Poem about Alcohol
When it comes to alcohol, tequila is the king if not queen of all alcohol, and so entirely fitting for a poem about alcohol.
by Charlie Tann
A slowly unwinding worm
That makes me squint and squirm.
It’s at the bottom of a bottle;
It could be a little buddy bobble.
It’s drowning in ambiguous amber;
Though it still can cannily clamber.
It casts out tweaky tiny bubbles—
And I don’t think it has any troubles.
It’s singing a barely discernible tune
That so makes me slosh and swoon.
Those little bubbles rise and hit the surface,
And when they pop it gives me such a bliss.
When the worm twirls into a fulvous pearl,
All my hopes are brought into a whorl.
One more great big swig
And then down that worm will go
To a place he’ll never dig.
A Drinking from My Saucer Poem
If you’ve drank so much you’re drinking from the saucer, then it might be time to go a little dry. It’s always important to keep things in perspective, and that’s what this drinking from my saucer poem does.
by Jerry Mander
Bones and shrapnel in
Slurred dreams of slogged cream;
Death taunts me at the bottom of a dry glass,
I’ve lumbering lips made of brass.
Just give me something to grasp—
It used to be such an abundant blast;
I’ll knock back one
And we’ll say I’ve won,
Then we’ll make it two,
And you’ll feel it in my shoe.
The low light so much glows;
Why’s it always got to come to blows;
I’m below the blue broom—boom.
I’m languidly snarled in a loom—gloom.
Give me one more chance;
It’s always that dawdling dance;
Just fill me up again,
Kill that little yen—
I’m such a waste
For just such a taste.
I’m drinking from my saucer,
Don’t think I won’t say, YES SIR!
It’s time to snap my heels together
And hope for nicer weather.
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
We really hope you’ve enjoyed these alcohol and drinking poems! We hope you’ve felt inspired to perhaps try your hand at one yourself. Perhaps you’ll find yourself writing a cocktail clerihew or some vodka verse! Whatever you choose to write, we wish you the best of luck!
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