Best Drunks Poems

Dead Men Do Tell Tales

 I saw, the rot of sad, deep selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in clever fires
 Piles of cash a tall mountain...

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Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing...

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The Watch Maker…


Let me be, leave me alone, I'm Him, I'm alone.
I'm in pain; let me be, let me be, on my own.
 All the...

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A vision of humanity, a world without brutality, a beautiful fantasy, not a reality.
A vision of a world where the truth isn’t ignored and everyone...

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Dead Man Tells Tales

 I saw, the rot of selfish desires,
 burning endlessly in clever fires
 Piles of cash a mountain high
 stolen by those...

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This is where I indeed, do live!
With many churches, to support and which to give.  

Murder is a most rare occurrence here.
No riots, no...

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"come on, get your coat off, its bloody ten too"
not even eleven and there forming a que
"just a barmaid" thats what they say
service with a...

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"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors...

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It resembles the London Underground inside my messed up mind 
With a network of confusion 
And Tracks that twist and Wind 

Tunnels full of darkness...

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We’ve proven there's no quick fix
when we start to yell and cuss.
Oil and water do not mix,
and the same thing goes for us.

When together, night...

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In times of retrospection we discover
The miles our vagrant compass trekked 
Silent horrors from which we recovered
What be righteous or unworthy we assess

For to all...

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In a little West Texas cow town years ago
There was an  old doctor by the name of Hill
Little man, mild mannered, cheerful until made...

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I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament,
when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent.
Thank God I wasn’t...

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He trotted up to Hamlin’s Bar,
stopping in for a quick drink.
He sat a tall, blue roan Mustang,
with a hide like darkest ink.

He paced into the...

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