Best Sobriety Poems

Six days of sobriety may seem awfully long
but somehow in the midst of this I've kept it going strong.
I can hardly imagine how I'll feel when it comes to being clean
but I do know what I see is real and I'm loving what I've seen.
Without...

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goodbye i'd rather die stay away from me from my abandoned arm
it's taken way too long to say so long i finally know this is wrong in my arm you don't belong
you wher my friend for years drying all my tears numbing my fears
this will...

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Mesmerized by silence
the maiden sips the chalice 
dipping drink in pilonce
entertaining life without malice
indulgence fills the music
into the cup she holds
sifted in sobriety dousing with fluid
til the limitless path unfolds
to savor is her destruction
she must be careful of a fall
for the entirety of life's instruction
she'll...

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As I crawl upon a sober Road.
A friend lends a hand, and many stories are told

so many people like me that have chosen life 
Chosen to be free 

Addiction is a Family Curse that does not discriminate
cares not about your race, or how much money...

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TWO YEARS TODAY!!That's right, go ahead 
and let the UNIVERSE know big SISTA, that's 
1,051,200 min sober yeah we're countin 
WITH YA! Raise your arms, leap, feel free to 
shout a SCRIPTURE, crowds clapping, joyful 
smiles and tears, NOW PLAYING " DAWN'S 
DAY" A Paramount...

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I'm sober but in a intoxicated way, 
when I walk, I mumble to myself 
delicately.
The words are like poison. 
The acid melts away the compliment 
to the barest bones. 
I grind them 
to make soup.
The worms find themselves confused as they go towards the surface...

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I was afraid of the dark,
Cuz' my head twisted and turned,
And when the moon was full,
My soul used to yearn.

I wished I was happy,
Full of grace and dignity,
I wished I could have seen me,
The way you saw me.

I'm was afraid of the day,
Cuz' I felt...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom

I see angry tigers approaching from the ceiling above where I lay;
Tigers coming...

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While crossing Verrazano Narrows Bridge
recurring mem’ries of New York recapture 
history and civilization of the two boroughs
provide me with deep interest and emphasis.

Brooklyn in its old Dutch for “broken land,”
and Staten Island named “Staaten Eylandt”
named in the early 1600s by Henry Hudson,
trailed off on a...

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Eat shrooms til everythings pretty, pop molls til your caring and witty.
Smoke trees til your chill as the breeze, and drink to forget what you need.
Do all the trippys to think like the hippie, make sure your an expert and not be so picky.
Just let...

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Eight years since I picked up a drink,
rock bottom hit me
           as hard as a wall-
I’ve had ninety-six months to reflect and think,
but before you run you 
       ...

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Good morning, 
Wait, maybe you are just going to bed.  
It is early yet you may need to rest that head.
You more than likely, been up for days.
Would you consider changing your ways—

You sit in a basement, trailers and houses.
Running in circles—Half in a...

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I used to think the long smoke filled tables of NA were the answer.  
The stalks of faces nodding with my inflection,  up up down downs left left right. 
Like a goddamn contra code.   
Happiness  charted in days,  two...

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Trump Maintains His Sobriety

Trump is well-known for his notoriety
Telling lies and fibs quite a variety
Much stupidity does amass
Poorly relates while passing gas
Yet still maintains his sobriety.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

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Should start a Limerick Tree and put it
on other side of entry hall coming...

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Sometimes I think
I would love you more
if I was still drinking.
And then I decipher the code:
I would love you more
if I still loved myself less....

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