Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Write a poem from the perspective of someone drunk and brave.

Play with the style of the poem to convey their current state.

Writings

Holy Spirits

Gabs

1 min read

I cannot fit I will HIT my HeaD Let me sit

okay

Dear father forrrr give me for I have sinned SO bad I am I good girl I swear I s swear My dRUNKeness does NOT lead me to sinEphesians 5:18 my lord but I did so after and I am sorry you c the thingisthat i dID WHAT I dud done did he. jesus coming to a conFESon booth drunk was not a p a rt of my night father whatdoido whatdoido whattodo whatis thertodo he i was me on knee for ALL the rong wreasons hands folded just like this for falllllllllse idoll but this pain guilt in my heart pang do not be drinked on wine-beer-vod-whisk- wherin in excess but be filled with the spirit just not those mhm i know my verses but forgot them when i went to a party im sin and im sorry

Humour

Poetry

Numb

Akeelah Fulton

1 min read

Mind racing, Heart pacing, Mind erasing, I feel dumb. It likes I feel nothing I feel numb, All the words I’m trying to say is right under my thumb But I can’t remember it It’s like I’ve been hung—————over I’ve always been sober I don’t know what happened See thats what happens when you don’t think Let alone drink Wondering why in the morning your bed smells rink Cause you were mature and brave enough to take a sip But you we’re stupid and immature enough to take that sip But the truth is you realize it now Don’t have to wake up wondering how you got home See you did that on your own And that makes you brave See even though you were drunk You still knew how to behave Im so glad that I made it home safe

Poetry

Drama

I a Poet Now *hehe

GrimReaper

1 min read

Roses are red Violets are by skunks I was scared of Ted Now he’s in my trunk *hiccup 🥴

*posts photos on Instagram story

Poetry

Humour

The Nail In The Boot

G. Moffat

1 min read

The Nail in the Boot

Gin and tonic in hand, I sit, trying to write of love, of life— but his voice, loud and boisterous, shakes the quiet, rattles my mind. A large man. A presence. A weight. The drink takes hold, I’m feeling bold.

With my father’s voice behind my tongue, Oi! Ye cunt, keep it down! Some of us are trying to think. He blinks. A pause. A shift in air. I see it now—I’ve started a row.

As quick as I stand, he has me, pinned against the wall, a pillar of flesh. But there’s Scotch-Irish blood in me, the fire of a people crushed under boot. I catch his finger, set my roots. Snap. Crack. Squeal. I bite his ear—an orange to be peeled.

Blood spills, the violence is fun. And in a breath, he knows.

**I have won. **

I am the nail in the boot, sharp, intentional.

He steps back, bloody ear in hand, a big man knowing fear— perhaps for the first time.

As he walks away, I wait for the lights.

**The boots. The chains. **

I embrace my fate.

Poetry

Action

Piss Breath

Wendi

1 min read

An almost affectionate nickname Was given to the town drunk Who never took shit from another. He’d stumble out of a bar And despite what it seemed He’d protect the women Good and true.

Poetry

Just One More Sip

Briana Barnes

1 min read

Do I let the liquor take over? Let it do things I normally couldn’t shoulder… If I wasn’t emboldened, By this sweet concoction I’ve chosen.

Do I let it over take me? Let it show me things… I haven’t seen, After all whatever will be will be.

Poetry

I Saved A Life

Feywild

1 min read

Can’t talk Slurring my words With a bottle in my hand Ready to take another drink Through my vision I can blearily see But I see a kid And a gun I see they are about to shoot I drunkingly walk over And say “Kid, it’s not worth it” And I push the gun from hand He gets up to run And still see him today And he just smiles and waves

Poetry

The Fall

Katie Lyn

1 min read

Run Slip Trip I fall I fall? No, I’m at the mall! How could I fall? I’m not that tall Yet here I am Above them all They point and stare They look quite scared But how would I know? I’m all the way up here! But not anymore No, not now Down Down Down I go Will I come back? Who knows.

Poetry

Weights

Mangosandpeaches

1 min read

Just because someone carries it well, Doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy

The burden is heavy, the struggle unseen, Behind every smile, there is more in between.

Dusty corners, fake displays, Hiding the truth in subtle ways. I look to the distance, lost in the night, Hoping the dawn will bring me light.

The angel comes to take my hand, Lifting me high to a softer land. Up we go, the weight subsides, Drifting beyond where sorrow hides.

Just because someone carries it well Doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

It’s lighter up here, the weight has shifted, My soul no longer feels constricted. I’ve risen beyond the chains below, To a place where kindness flows.

A place more open, a place more true, A place that loves me just like you. No more shadows, no more pain, No more walking in the rain.

Just because someone carries it well Doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.

But I am sorry, I must confess, Leaving you behind leaves me restless. Though peace surrounds, I still regret, The love we had, I won’t forget.

Yet sometimes wings must spread and fly, To find the truth beyond the sky. So if you see me in your dreams, Know I am light, at last at peace.

Poetry