Poems I found at the SADD web site and other sites.

A Memorial to Brandon K. Berry

Poems I found at the SADD web site and other sites.

If you find any good poems that give a message about drinking and driving, let me know. I would love to add it to this site.

In Loving Memory

by Kristen Maholland

He is a friend to remember,

a friend we loved so much.

The memory runs through my mind,

of the last time we touched.

He lived a life of happiness,

a life filled with love.

And from one little mistake,

he looks down on us from above.

He was always there to make you laugh,

when your day was going wrong.

Where was he that sad day,

when we had to say "so long?"

Why did it have to end this way,

in so much pain?

Since he left this world,

things have never been the same.

I can no longer look forward

to tomorrows anymore,

because I know they will never be

the way they were before.

Not seeing his face,

not hearing his voice.

I wish there could have

been some choice.

Life can begin

and end so fast.

The memory of Brandon Berry

will always last.

I wish there was some way

I could have said goodbye.

The thought of him runs through my head,

as I look up in the sky.

Knowing he is looking down on us,

with a smile upon his face,

remembering the life he lived,

before he left this place.

If his life didn't end so quickly,

he would have gotten far.

If only he had chosen

not to get into that car.

So as I end this poem,

I want you to remember this;

Live your life to the fullest,

because it could end real fast.

Base your life on the future,

but keep memories of the past.

Angel Standing By

by Karen-Ashley Murry

I gaze outside my window

and wish upon a star.

I open up my heart,

and let my thoughts drift afar.

A tear rolls down my cheek,

as I reminisce the past.

You hardly got to live,

your life went by so fast.

And all because someone else

made a dumb mistake.

I don't understand why it was

your life he had to take.

But now there's no way I can bring you back,

no matter how hard I try.

Because now you're up in heaven,

my angel standing by.

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Remember

by Julie Fehribach

Remember the past,

when your days were so free,

and the worst pain in life

was the skin on your knee.

Remember the days

when your best friend and you,

thought that kissing was gross

and the sandman was true.

Remember the hurt

when your first puppy died,

and your friend was there,

to wipe the tears when you cried.

When you first fell in love,

your friendship grew apart,

but remember who was there,

to mend your broken heart.

Now try to think back,

and remember the day,

when your friend chose to drink,

and you turned away.

now remember your friend,

as you live in regret,

for your mistake will be the memory,

you'll never forget.

Death of An Innocent

Author Unknown

I went to a party Mom,

I remember what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom,

so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,

just like you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,

I know you were always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

as everyone is driving out of site.

As I got into my car, Mom,

I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me,

so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,

but I pulled out into the road.

The other car didn't see me, Mom,

and hit me like a load.

As I lay there there on the pavement, Mom,

I hear the policeman say,

The other guy is drunk, Mom,

and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom,

I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

There's blood all around me, Mom,

and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom

I will die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom,

the others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is,

he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom,

it can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharpe pains now, Mom,

pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

and I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying, Mom,

and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,

tell Daddy to be brave,

and when I go to Heaven, Mom,

put, "Daddy's Girl," on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,

not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom,

I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom,

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom,

when I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom,

before I say good-byr.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

so why am I the one to die.

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Alcoholic Tragedy

by Scott Swanson

Give me some vodka, give me some beer,

pass the Jack Daniels right over here.

I'll drink me some rum and chug me some wine,

I'll finish the bottles in record time.

I will drink anything that is on the table,

I'm always ready, willing and able.

People say I'm a drunk, but I do not agree.

Why is that pink elephant always following me?

I am not addicted to what I like to drink.

Just because I pass out on the counter,

and usually throw up in the sink.

I am not an alcoholic,

as some people think.

It's just every once in a while,

I need to have a drink.

I have heard people talk,

how it affects the liver, the kidneys,

and the whole process of thinking.

But I don't really care, cause it won't happen to me,

cause all those other people were stupid,

and just not smart like me.

It's getting late, I must go home.

I leave my good friend's warm abode.

But still I'm in a drinking mode,

so I grab a beer just for the road.

That Saturday night,

I'm driving home, in the car I'm all alone.

I just drank another load,

and now that stupid pink elephant

is in the road.

I'm swerving left,

I'm swerving right,

to get that elephant out of site.

I'm forced to drive

in someone's lawn,

to discover magicallythe pink elephant's gone.

Next thing I know the cops are there.

Asking who, what, when, why and finally where?

Some people are thereand screaming, "Why?"

"Why did my son have to die?"

I turn my head and what do I see,

is an alcohol related fatality.

Because of my tendency to drink,

a boy's life went down the sink.

This boy is dead because of me,

and this might break up the whole family.

Why didn't I listen, why didn't I see

The grip that alcohol had on me?

"Why couldn't I have had one less drink?"

That's what I keep telling my shrink.

Suicide is now in my head,

because I can't accept the life I've led.

This gun will ensure that I am dead.

But what is the last thing that I do see?

It's that evil pink elephant,

staring and laughing at me.

The moral of the story, what I'm trying to say,

is that this unfortunate ending,

didn't have to be this way.

Do not drink and drive.

It's not that hard to do

or this story might not be fiction,

but might apply to you.

Dear God, I'm Only 17

Author Unknown

The day I died was an ordinary school day.

How I wish I had taken the bus,

But I was too cool for the bus.

I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom.

"Special favor, " I pleaded. "All the kids drive."

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker.

I was free until 8:50 tomorrow morning!

I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought.

of driving a car and being my own boss.

Free!

It doesn't matter how it happened.

I was goofing-off, going too fast.

Taking crazy chances.

But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun!

The last thing I remember was passing an old lady,

who seemed to be going awfully slow.

I heard a deafening crash and I felt a terrible jolt.

Glass and steel flew everywhere!

My whole body seemed to be turning inside out.

I heard myself scream!

Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet.

A police officer was standing over me.

Then I saw a doctor.

My body was mangled.

I was saturated in blood.

Pieces of glass were sticking out all over.

Strange that I couldn't feel anything.

Hey! Don't pull that sheet over my head!

I can't be dead!

I'm only 17!

I've got a date tonight!

I'm supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life.

I haven't lived yet.

I can't be dead!

Later I was placed in a drawer.

My parents had to identify me.

Why did they have to see me like this?

Why did I have to look at my Mom's eyes,

when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life?

Dad suddenly looked like an old man.

He told the man in charge,

"Yes, he is my son."

The funeral was a weird experience.

I saw all my relatives and friends

walk toward the casket.

They passed by, one by one, and looked at me,

with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.

Some of my buddies were crying.

A few girls touched my hand

and sobbed as they walked away.

Please-Somebody-

Wake me up! Get me outta here!

I can't bear to see my Mom and Dad so broken up.

My Grandparents are so racked with grief,

they can hardly walk.

My brother and sisters are like zombies.

They move like robots, in a daze, everybody!

No one can believe this.

And I can't believe this either!

Please don't bury me!

I'm not dead!

I have a lot of living to do!

I want to laugh and run again!

I want to sing and dance!

Please don't put me in the ground!

I promise, if you'll give me just one more chance,

God, I'll be the most careful driver in the world.

All I want is one more chance.

Please, God, I'm only 17!

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Drunk Driver

Author Unknown

He's the life of the party,

but death at the wheel.

Watch him fumble around for his keys,

which he dropped on the ground

in his drunkening reel,

as he looks for them on his hands and knees.

He locates them at last,

and he unlocks the door,

to the shiny brand-new death machine.

When he stomps on the gas,

you can hear the roar,

not unlike a loud devilish scream.

He then shifts into reverse,

and he lets out a laugh,

as he carelessly steers down the drive.

Un-beknownst to the drunk,

there's a child in his path,

only four....but he'll never reach five.

Then the drunk stumbles out

and stands over the child,

layng down on the pavement so still.

And he howls in his grief,

like a wolf in the wild,

as he mourns for his own senseless kill.

He turns back to the child

and he stares at his face,

as he feels salty tears start to run.

And his heart starts to break,

from the terrible waste,

as he looks at the face of his own son!!


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