Best Drunkard Poems

My drunkard muse can be a curse.
Pouring shots full of poetry,
craving a sober history.
Tipsy rhymes reverb in reverse,
so ink's teetotal in free verse. ...

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My husband is a drunkard and abusive

Fuming……
Fight is a daily bread in my marriage,
I also lost a tooth in the process,
My body is mountain of bruises,
Blue-yes are like permanent makeup on my face,
I concluded that marriage is good for nothing,
He come home drunk in the...

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The Drunkard

Great minds drink together
I drink a little not that much
I love my bottle more than any of my girlfriends
Even my mother knows that
I am a drunkard, a professional one
I love to drink

I have this kind of relationship with my bottle
Forged for a long time...
I...

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Once in the village of Daka in Burkina Faso,
Lived Koussé the incorrigible drunkard
Very popular was he that his presence was necessary
In all the ceremonies and feasts and meetings,
Wifeless and childless and houseless and penniless was he
But was feared and respected and admired...

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I drink until I drop
While he cheats and get a drop (drop- STI)
Where bottles are emptied I am found 
Find him where condoms are filled
And zipped are undone
I drink, flirt and blackout
While he bumps, grind and passout

Weekends I watch football
While he figures out
as to whom...

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The demon grog
lets loose the hog, 
and nastiness comes by, 
alcohol brings out the troll, 
And a grumpy drunkard cries. Don

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Sitting on a park bench watching the children play
Lost and alone how does he make it through the day
A bottle by his side that’s hidden from eyes that see
Wishing the day would end but no one hears his plea

Homeless by choice and a drunkard by...

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l° see him dance with his heart
It  supports him more than his legs would
His smile, genuine to the word
And, its a smile to the whole world

In him l° see a free man
Maybe for the moment
His slippers barely perform its duty
Whether decorative or protective

His shirt
You...

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The Rhapsody of the Drunkard

It is hard to say in a dazed look
When the heart is lost and confused,
When it becomes dizzy looking for love
And the toilet at the same time,
In a dingy, dirty, damned place called, “life”
And holding his stomach,
The vomit spews out of...

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I was never a drunkard,
my life made me look awkward
 and i no longer enjoyed sitting in my yard.
i will wonder all day looking for something hard.
 a cold beer made from the berries from the orchard.
made me feel a little harbored but less restored.

And...

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Tanka 6

        I heard a drunkard
        an empty bottle in hand
        shouting “I want to”
        under dim...

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Heaven's drunkard is the butterfly,
Tipsy on flowers, Mr. flutter-on-by:
Papier-mache wings wafting along,
He flies on currents of invisible song.

He could stop but the flowers are so many,
Beckoning with pastel faces of plenty;
At night he dreams of hot-house bouquets,
And dances with them, a fine polonaise....

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Feared yet inevitable that I must return
to the humble place that I call home, after
spending a few hours without concern,
at my favourite watering hole, The jester,
 
It being less than half a mile, ten minute walk
but with one step forward two steps back
stopping every person...

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you fool the drunkard
but, not the sleeping feline
i might turn nasty...

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For a security slot, A Sluggard,
For a praised company, rather haggard:
From long unemployment a drunkard,
Full tankard draining after full tankard.

Also, a listener at nights to Bard
And could Security suspend for Card, 
Still, hopefully, he seeks to be her guard:
In many circles this fulfilling dream bared,
Most...

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