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Details | Free verse | |


take me home
where i could drink 
the nectar's sweetness.
assuage my thirst
with love's splendor 
the heart's chamber
overflowing honey.
sit on my heart
affectionate desire.
drink together
and sleep under 
the crescent moon
a million stars studded the heavens, 
I swoon.
crazy i allow 
too much love.
intoxicated. drunk.
take my heart, rip it.
a lustful endeavor.
please forget not to sew
the rippings back together.
while i bathe upon the memory
'tis the moment
that i come alive.
play it back
mystified again
love is drunk.

(Note :  My pieces lately seemed unfinished work of thought/art as this one 
appears to be such. The words seem to vibrate, so I let them come out 
naturally. Reality or imagined, it doesn't matter now. But, hopefully I could take 
back a step for awhile and work on the style and art of  words without defiling pure self-expression. Thank you for the great talents I find here at soup.  Looking 
forward to many learnings from y'all.  I would highly appreciate any souper who 
would like to mentor me from time to time. Soup mail me anytime. Thanks so 
much.    )

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

Drunk With Me

Oh honey I look best in your clothes
Dressed in love that we already know
Silk skin your kisses breathe
Come sit on the couch and get drunk with me.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

We Were Drunk Once

Movies played but seldom watched
As we entangled on the couch
Intoxicated by each other, we drank wine to clear our heads
Things were simple in those times

You were red-eyed and freshly mangled
I wanted so badly to make you smile and forget her
For a time I think I succeeded 
We were blissful in our distraction
Playing grown up as we discovered each other

Long nights where sleeping was forsaken
We preferred to lie intertwined 
The sun would rise and you would leave, reveling in how the hours had escaped us
Smiling at the pink tinged sky
Only to repeat the process nightly

Then we traded places
I am the red-eyed one, and another tries to help me forget you
Sometimes he succeeds
Perspective feels like a cruel joke
Could have
Would have
Should have

Someday he will have red eyes too
A cycle perpetuated

Copyright © Rachel Hersch | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Too Drunk To Call

Too Drunk To Call

Darlin’ I know it was a mistake
Going out least night
I had a few too many
Jack, Jim and Jose weren’t my friends
I shouldn’t have called you as the sun was coming up
I just wanted to tell you I love you
Let you know that I was thinking about you
Wishing you were in my arms
I knew I shouldn’t have gone to that saloon
I knew I should have only had a beer
I could hardly walk but I thought of you
God, why weren’t you here with me
Jack, Jim and Jose gave me the nerve
I was calling to ask you to be my wife
I had it rehearsed in my mind
My heart had written the words so long ago
Still I had a few too many
I shouldn’t have called you as the sun was coming up
I should have waited
I should have let some time pass
Then maybe you would have said yes
Maybe I would be able to love you for the rest of my life
Maybe…just maybe
I would be able to remember your name

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

Drunk at the bar

One drink two drink three drink four
Shot after shot, bartender pours and pours
Drown me in my sorrows
Cocktails I need more 
Until I’m stumbling to the door
Or drunk passed out on the floor.
Erasing my memories
With every single sip
My body tingling, I’m flirting
With all the waiters on this shift
I’m mingling, I love 
All this attention that I get
But deep inside, I almost died
 I’m dangling off of a cliff.
I’m drinking I’m drinking
I’m dying with every sip
I’m crying I’m replying 
To these messages that I get
I’m drinking to ease my mind
I’m trying with every bit
One drink two drinks
Of Hawaiian Midori sips
But the waiters is going home
The bar starting to close
My memories is coming back
I don’t know how I’m a get home
I call a cab, he takes me away
I’m answering my phone
I tried to escape my memories
But my memories brought me back home.

Copyright © Corenne Seale | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Dying in Drunk Love

The journal, the standard bearer of a secret life
The tears it took, all the years of wine
The writer, the cheating carer of a dying wife
Noting her decline, line by line

A jot in the journal and a fling of the flask
Then a visit to the wife is too much to ask
The journal is soggy and he is a sleep
The phone gets him groggy with a beep-beep-beep

Its the hospital she's in trouble!
He looks at himself quickly, at his unkempt stubble
He gets there too late though
But holds her high, then rests her low


Copyright © James Pepper | Year Posted 2010

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

While Drunk On Violet Wine

There is a place I have seen since I’ve known
The man with the hair like jewels, roses and wine
Clear raindrops on windows from clouds are his eyes
It’s the place where the shy vibrant wild violets grow
And they bloom in the sun and bloom over the snow
All carved from gray pearls so perfumed with sea brine
An intricate, delicate, exquisite design
Fills his every footprint with blue petals worth gold

I have followed these footprints along sandy shores
And refreshed my eyes with finding them ‘neath the trees
They have led me to oases, wall words and doors
Each time I come ‘cross them, I’ve seen them before
A sky arc of colors shows sun’s hums to me
And every rainbow step leads my heart to yours

Copyright © stephie pendleton | Year Posted 2007

Details | Haiku | |

Drunk and Lost at Sea

Pulled by Whiskey tides,
Ebbs and flows a fluid mind;
Perished on the rocks.

Copyright © William Keane | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

My love I'm a Drunk

my love im a drunk
it's two a.m. 
here i am writing 
you my last love 
letter again 
just can't get you
off my mind i been
writing endlessly 
forget  it ill make it
illegible for you
this time ill show a side 
you never see before
more i write i write
to express my anger 
to you
show you the comet 
that crash the earth
made the Tsunamis flood my world
how mess up can you
be girl
na dont play the subjugate 
usurp my ways make me 
feel the blame
arduous my way figured it 
sit on the yellow hill watch
the fiery flame take my 
having fun figuring out girl 
im having a thrill fifth bottle 
of remy
man you just became 
my emy laugh the chill

written: 3/26/2015

Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Im incredibly drunk with all of your love

I have a buzzing feeling surrounding my head
It should be from a drink but it’s because of you instead
I’ve bottled it and I drink it from the spout
I get so wasted I sometimes pass out

I’m sober I swear to heaven above
I’m incredibly drunk with all of your love

It’s overwhelming me making me sick
A cloud in my mind but pleasantly euphoric
What is your proof I can’t really recall
To much of it and I stumble and fall

I’m sober I swear to heaven above
I’m incredibly drunk with all of your love

With every swallow I feel more and more numb
But I cant now I have already succumb
I know that this consumption should soon stop
But I drink you down anyway until every last drop

I’m sober I swear to heaven above
I’m incredibly drunk with all of your love

Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Love Drunk

Friends want me to go out but I think I'll stay home
I was up for it but the desire left
don't disturb me I want to be alone
most the world is going to bed, but I'm not tired yet

my heart's a mess
so I'll sit in the dark I guess
my thoughts keep leading me to her
writing how I feel,  wishing I could be reading her my words

not much of a drinker so the first few took me a minute to swallow
by the end of the night I'll have finished the bottle
drink encouraging me to message her right now
I'll regret it in the morning, we'll deal with that when my memory can be found

vision blurry, drink making me lose my sight
hitting the wrong buttons, she won't understand what I'm trying to type
but it's 3 in the morning so I'm sure she can take a guess
but I'm not abusing her for the way she left 

the alcohol told me it'd be good to text her
when I tried everything to forget her
I guess I'm love drunk, so please forgive me
but this vodka told me you missed me

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

drunk by myself

I was no longer able to write, so I relapsed and picked up a blade instead
My fault, I made my bed
Drinking vodka while sat here crying alone
I like the feeling as the vodka hits my liver while I’m dying slow

Thinking about the memories we shared in our home
Pouring another glass as I stare at my phone
Wondering if I should pick up and call
But when I’m sober I don’t miss you at all

Still hurting so am I actually healing?
Confused as to what I’m actually feeling?
Drinking away the pain or am I adding more?
What’s the point in love if I’m not having yours?

Get off the chair but I’m barely able to stand
Vodka tripping me up like it wants to disable a man
Music playing so loud
Feel like I’m surrounded, but there’s no crowd

Drunk by myself no one else is near
Struggling to stand, no one to help me here
Trying to forgot what I’ve felt
Judge me all you want, but we’ve all been drunk by ourselves 

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

A punch drunk love

A punch drunk love

I don’t want to be a punch bag for your love;
I don’t want to be your punch drunk love.
I don’t want to be a punch bag for your love;
I am lost to you now I have taken enough.

You punched me in the heart with a fistful of lies,
You cheat and beat and scar my life.
You need to feel superior because you are despised;
I have left you to your misery, so go wallow in your fire.

I hate you now, once you had my love;
But I was never good enough to cure your anger.
I will always love you, has been beaten up;
I must get away from your love because you are my danger.

Now I am gone from you, because of you;
You wanted so you took, who have you become?
You were not always this monster, what happened to you?
What changed in your life that let you believe you are still good?

Love lies bleeding and the blood will out;
The scars will never heal, but you are gone from me now.
You will never find me, or hold me, or scare me;
I am free from your tyranny, you are nothing to me.

All we became turned into nothing because,
You never believed in a thing called love.
You only believed in the lies inside your head;
Your rage has eaten away at your heart and our love is dead.

You could have been the one, but you will never be the one for anyone;
You will forever be a nightmare, but you will one day be forgotten.
I will find a new life and you will just be a memory;
You will die alone in a shallow grave, you are banished from me.

Be gone evil one!  Leave this boy well alone;
Be gone I command you!  You are banished from my world.
Be gone from this land and never call me on my phone;
Be gone because I am gone from you!  
Be gone to your netherworld!

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Some Sun Drunk Day He Said

Emotions war against sense,
And his mind remains
A pot pourri,
And thoughts in his head
When he lies in his bed
Would make Dorian Gray
Appear pristine.
He wishes to moralize
On a corrupt example,
Yet from the wicked cup
He hath supped a sample.
He appears to think in extremes;
He is beau-laid and realist,
Whose inspiration stems from his dreams.
"Life is a beautiful strain for me,"
One sun-drunk day he said,
"But I pray I say what my soul needs to
Before the heavens decide me dead."
But his mind is a disorderly drawer
Full of confused categorizations;
He has that Scott Fitzgerald illness
For dates, times, rhymes and quotations.
"I have a clear flowing mind, 
But I cannot foretell
When the clogging black clouds will arrive,
For they will arrive.
Live with the love, then bear the pain
Recurrent like the monsoon rain."
He is afraid of happiness 
For the inevitable despair that must follow it;
Afraid of happiness
For its cruel impermanence.
Like Zola, the seasons in life, for him,
Are inevitable.
"All artists," he says, "are at once alike and unique
One day, it's clear,
The next, hazy, like a beery vision,
The fulfilment that they seek."
Misty dreams of sweet-smelling roses
And swaying streams
Bring him chills and pains in his soul and being;
He lives his life through a melancholy tragedy,
And has an ever-yearning mind.

("Some Sun Drunk Day He Said" has the dubious honour of being a near-unadulterated slice of juvenilia, having been conceived as some kind of poem when I was about 20 years old.)

Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Drunk insights

You can love a person, you can love animals, you can love nature
So what is love?
love is the recognition of the creator in the creation
It is the kind person that gives you hope when all seems lost
It is the loyal dog that protects your family
It is the magical herb that eases your pain
It is the feeling of oneness with the creator
It was there before creation and will be there after
blessed are those who find love in all things
blessed are you that realise that you are the creator!

Copyright © Nishen Sukraj | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

Love Drunk

I wasn't supposed to be there! I should be cramming books into something called my head.
What's up with the Fed? Why they crashing this party?
Well I really don't care as long as I can go home and rest in bed.
Why is my friend going to jail she ain't do anything!
I asked if I could take her place but she said "no way!"
I stood there watching as she fell from my heart.
Do I really want to be more than friends? I honestly say no.

Please don't listen to me, I'm a little drunk out of love.
I can't see anything but hearts when I lie about her.
Like that last statement not wanting to be more than friends was so false that the letters
on the keyboard turned to massive hearts.
The screen was gone and I disappeared into the dark. Away from her life and further away
from her heart.

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? | |

Love Drunk

I’ve turned you into a


my love couldn’t drown


so you drown yourself in


Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

E-rated poemier:Drunk

in the ushering, 
of discovering, 
what made me tick,
i sought to pick,
what would made me sick,

filled my belly with my desire,
thinking it would make me higher,
fueled with the will to fire,
what draws me to hire,
what am crazy for.

 Drunk i was to the beam,
struck to be in the dream,
of what i was obsessed,
that i became posessed.

Drown by the intoxication,
of the beer am into,
that i saw things in two,
thinking it was pleasure,
though it brought me pressure.

how can i escape this moment?
Of words i spilled that made me a poet.

Copyright © elvis airohi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

love drunk

let me write a flow for uu
im drunk n its hella coool 
im happy 
cuz i am ur dude
im feeling u
i promiseee if they brining hip hop back to lifee 
itll give me a chance to express the feelingsss of the girl that i like
so plesea dont hate thiss
 save thisss 
im in like wit my boo 
yeah u
 my girrlll sarah davis!!!

Copyright © leonardo garcia | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse | |

Drunk Calling

The blank look of desperation
The mournful cry of a dying love.
Your words reach out
into my chest and tear apart my heart.
Everything that you have said today
hurts every part of my being
I did nothing wrong
I don't deserve this
Yet you call me, you call me
Drunk as can be and you yell
Yell out everything
Every secret
Every emotion
In that same monotone screech
How that is possible, I have no idea
But you do it.
You scream at me
You yell out everything that is wrong with me
And yet, I don't hang up
I won't hang up.
I would listen to your words, just to hear your voice
Just to hear your pain. 
I did nothing to deserve what you said,
Half of which, isn't true
Your just a filthy liar
And I don't love you.

Copyright © Cassidy Loy | Year Posted 2008

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |


I'm done, found out Who I Was twenty years ago
Yo, I'm not even nineteen years old
Love, what a joke, but at some point you have to be bold
Why am I so alone, yet without woe?

Up late getting drunk
Thanks a ton
I'm out here in the rain getting soaked, girl we're done
A lot of dumb things have been said, but I'm not the one drunk, nor am I acting like a punk

p.s. lines 1, 3, and 4 in the first stanza have variations of my first 5 poems posted on PS. Lines 2 and 4 in the second stanza are 2 other variations.

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

drunk of love

Walking along in the city park
Looking up the sky that’s getting dark
A story of a couple gets a shot from a love angel
A picture perfect from every angle

Their love makes the sky tumbling down
Never expected that they’re just twenty-one
In their age of fooling around
Their love blooms in the summer ground

The man stares the woman’s face
He sees a picture of a beautiful place
Hold her smooth-skinned hands
Asking her to dance even though he can’t

This boy falls from the highest mountain
Falls down to the deepest sea he’ll sustain
He will do anything what the girl says
Dresses up in black suit in vintage’s way

And then he sings…

“I think of you all night and day “
“I think that you filled all my way”
“I think you step on the heart of mine”
“And I’d say that’s fine…”

A simple kiss would make him trill
A romantic dinner will make them chill
The boy gives her a diamond ring
The girl knows this is the finest thing

He says to the girl he had a dream last night
Dreaming of their dancing under the moonlight
A massive Indian dancer with his melodic song
And we are laughing and dancing all night long

Copyright © Mony Reyna | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

A Little Drunk

He never thought,
When he was committing,
Someone is chasing him,
Or watching him,
A crime,

He was little drunk,
Sitting in a party,
Air blew up,
And touched their bodies,
He felt intoxications.

Nobody asked him a story,
But he loudly spoke,
I killed my wife,
She was with someone,
Nobody found her body.

Nobody has proof,
I never confessed,
And nobody knew that,
Where I hid her body,
What is my Crime?

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? | |


I went to a party remembering what you said.
I know that I knew this and that is all I said. 
But somehow I'm lying here on a hospital bed. 
I know not what I've done. 
Help me mommy help me. 
Why did I drink and drive? 
I'm sorry i did not listen. 
I'm sorry for all the lies. 
I'm sorry if I don't get to say my final goodbyes. 
If I make it up to heaven I'll make sure to wait for you. 
I'm sorry mommy one last time I love you in all i do.

Copyright © Dominique hall | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |


You know, 
One day i'm going to get drunk. 
And these words will come flowing, 
like a soft spring, 
Over jagged ice.
Melting the sharp blades,
Into smooth edges
That will stab,
my fragile skin.

Copyright © Ellie Smart | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in love

All I ever wanted
was for you to let me in

Now I wonder , when it all began

Tear's from heaven must fall on occasion
come winter , come spring , 
come the changing season .
Gift's from the sun , love shine's it's warmth
witnessing sunsets ,
at our homeport's wharf.......

It's sad.....
when they say the honeymoon is over
I'll continue my search for a four leaf clover
why doe's the playful become so serious ?
drunk in love , intoxicating , delirious.....

Sober now , still asking how.....and.......

all I ever wanted
was for you to let me in...........

Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2007