Best Hangovers Poems

Wearing a LAMPSHADE when I woke from this bed
All sorts of pounding still in my head
Need some grease
A HANGOVER release
Oh how I think I'd be...

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i didn’t know
Hangovers is apparently the place to go
to express a post match opinion
then bodyguards will instinctively exercise their dominion....

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Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye
Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed
They woke up in a...

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a journey

arrival
The cancer within.
Just another place to be.
(Whatever that means).

hello, now
You look different
than I imagined, filtered
through those gamma rays.

what's up doc?
Shall we slice, dice or
nuke...

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This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo
Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions
It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin...

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A graveyard in Autumn is good with coffee and cream,
black coffee is for sunny mornings and hangovers,
but autumnal graveyards need the richness
of a female ungulate...

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(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)

What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus...

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Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on...

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Take life for an escalator
Go both through its ups 
and downs
Ride it like on an elevator
Expect both smiles and 
frowns.

Take life for a suspense 
novel
you...

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Boxing Day

Christmas over,
Boxing day,
Snow replaced by rain,
Turkey eaten,
Presents opened,
Bones and wrapping remain.

Silent carols,
Muted bells,
The candles all burned out,
Bottle tops,
Nutshells
And gift tags lay round about.

Glittered cards,
Ribbons...

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An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an...

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If only I could be five once more
With all the knowledge en wisdoms from distant shores
Oh what a time I would have
At only five, I...

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Disco dreams and disco balls 
Big city,bright lights 
Pub crawls and bar fights. 
Mini frocks and hair dyes 
Made up faces 
Mascara filled eyes. 
Vodka...

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The front bar of the Criterion is filling up,
It’s after five and the patrons are filing in.
Placed orders echoing off the old timbers 
Vying to...

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Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he...

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