Intoxicate Your Thoughts with These Getting Drunk Poems

Welcome to our collection of getting drunk poems! Here at 1LovePoems, we understand that sometimes drowning your sorrows in a bottle can be therapeutic, or perhaps you just love the feeling of losing control. Whatever the reason, we’ve got you covered with a range of poems on the topic – from hilarious tales of drunken escapades to heartfelt musings on the dangers of alcoholism. So grab a drink (or maybe don’t, if you’ve had enough already), and enjoy our selection of getting drunk poems. Cheers!

Short Poems

1. Hangover Blues
Throbbing temples, pounding head,
Regrets of last night fill me with dread,
Too much wine, too many beers,
I can’t remember all my fears.

2. Drunken Revelry
In a sea of laughter and cheer,
Drinking and dancing without a care,
The world fades away as we drink,
Letting go of everything we think.

3. Tipsy Thoughts
As the room spins round and round,
I struggle to form a coherent sound,
Wine-fueled thoughts cloud my mind,
Inhibitions lost, no more confined.

4. Drunk Text Confessions
Liquid courage fuels my fingers,
As I send out impulsive zingers,
Confessing all my deepest secrets,
Telling all my drunken regrets.

Medium Poems

Alcohol’s Embrace

In the midst of my empty glass
I seek solace from my past
With every sip, my worries fade
As alcohol’s embrace pervades

The room spins like never before
But I crave it all the more
I lose myself in its thrall
As I stumble and I fall

The night grows darker with each drink
My thoughts and words begin to shrink
No longer do I feel alone
Inebriation’s become my home

But with the morning comes the pain
As I recall what I can’t refrain
My body aches, my head pounds
As with regret my heart resounds

Yet still I can’t resist
The allure of alcohol’s kiss
For in its grasp I find escape
Though in the end, it’s just a temporary break

The Drunkard’s Lament

As I pour another drink tonight
I can’t help but feel a sense of fright
I know full well where this will lead
But still I can’t ignore the need

To lose myself in alcohol’s grip
Though my liver may start to slip
For everything else seems so bleak
That booze is the only solace I seek

But in these moments of drunken joy
I can’t help but feel like a little boy
Lost and alone, yet full of pride
As I stumble and slur, trying to hide

The pain and emptiness inside
That drives me to this foolish ride
But with each drink, the truth comes clear
That my problems won’t disappear

So I raise my glass to toast the night
Hoping that somehow things will be all right
But deep down I know it’s just a lie
For in the morning, regret will pry

Away at whatever hope is left
As I pick up the pieces of my theft
Of time and health and peace of mind
That alcohol has left behind.

Long Poems

Lost in the Bottle

I took a sip, just a taste,
But soon it consumed my taste buds and my haste.
I wanted more, I needed it to survive,
But with each gulp, a part of me would die.

The room was spinning, my head felt light,
I stumbled around, my vision was not right.
I laughed and danced, I felt so alive,
But in reality, I had ceased to strive.

I drank until I was lost in the bottle,
I didn’t care if tomorrow was full of trouble.
All I wanted was a moment of bliss,
But as I fell deeper into the abyss,

I realized the bottle was my enemy,
It held me captive when I wanted to be free.
I was a slave to its seductive spell,
And in the end, it would only lead me to hell.

So now, I fight to leave the bottle behind,
And I pray that I’ll never again be blind.
For though it brought me temporary pleasure,
It also left me lost without measure.

The Bacchanalian Night

A frothy mug of beer, a glass of potent wine,
The spirits of Bacchus, they call out to me in rhyme.
Intoxication, the elixir of the gods,
A potion of ecstasy, sohappiness untold.

The night is young, yet the revelry has begun,
A carnival of debauchery, a bacchanalian fun.
The music pounds, the crowd so alive,
So inebriated, so loud, so vigorous, this jive.

The booze flowing, the laughter echoing,
With each shot they take, the thirst keeps growing.
The air fills with talk, raucous cheers and guffaws,
The folks drunk, into the hazy drapery of alcohol’s claws.

In the dim light of flickering candles,
The dancers twirl, like fireflies on sand dunes.
The air so thick, swathed in a warm embrace,
The liquor-haze, it’s as if the moon has slipped its leash.

The revelers lost in their delirious stupor,
Beneath a sky so dark, shrouding a world so pure.
The revelry never ceasing, their egos all flashing,
The only company they seek now, the liquor that’s brimming.

The night continues, a steady rhythm maintained,
Drunken souls, some happy, some in blight, yet all vain.
The liquor too intoxicating, the bittersweet symphony too loud,
And what was a happy party, disintegrates in a drunken shroud.

The last drink gulped, the party comes to a close,
A solitary soul, and his drink, he looks down and moseys.
Yet the magic of the night, cannot flee from his heart,
A night so wild, he didn’t want it to ever depart.