Best Intoxicated Poems
moon river glowing
reflection babbles along
incoherently
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Oh Life,
A variety of your finest bottles of experiences have
You opened for me
And
My heart having tasted all, intoxicated, has been
Asking for more!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 August 2015
intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.
neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality played portentously…
innocence irrigated…
blind.
intoxicated by the itch;
you scratch
my back like a kitten.
my feet and knees
find your warm precipices
of carnal knowledge.
together we learn
there’s an inner universe;
exploration
of mysterious habitation.
in practice, in habit
tingling of dendrites
over and over again.
intoxication’s jealous—
jumps for joy
at your touch…
knows where your headed
north or south…
intoxicated by extremes,
the shudder of sensuality,
shamelessness of dreaming
in your bed, calling only
your name, stamped
with approval— our’s,
story comes to
a climactic conclusion—
Your Welcome.
9/9/2021
“I'' Contest New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
I can almost hear the sound of your voice
The actual softness and allure calling out
I can see your smile as the sun hits your face
Witnessing the innocence and beauty of you
I can smell you, oh yes, the scent of you
The mixture of perfume with your skin
I can thereby taste you, the pleasurable flavor
Of passion, as want drips from our pores
I’ve had a stark reality check
Lost my job, oh what the heck
Tears fall freely from my eye
As I survey bills piled mountain high
I’ve lived all my life at full throttle
Got gripped by a demon contained in a bottle
Alcohol has taken its toll on me
I’m a pitiful wreck for all to see
Folks find me lying in a gutter
Drunk again my neighbours utter
My wife has left me; I hang my head in shame
But I’m an alcoholic – I have no one else to blame
Lost my dignity, my family and I know the reason why
If I don’t give up the booze I’ve been told that I could die
I realise I need help to cure my addiction
Get back to normality, reduce my stress and friction
I’ve had a stark reality check
I need just one more drink… oh what the heck
FICTIONAL WRITE
2nd place in Reality Check Contest judged on 05~20~15
Submitted to Second Place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
title changed to Intoxicated for 'I'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance la France
05~19~16
intoxicated
by earth river and sea
and sung
by your widening heartbeat
into this joyful blance
Going once,
Going twice.
sold to the desolate soul in the far-left corner
the one half-dead with tear-soaked cheeks
intoxicated memories
choking down something
from her parent's liquor cabinet
at fifteen
searching for an answer
carved in the stars
a constellation pointing anywhere but
here is the answer: to stay or to go?
Go far away-- run away, girl
toss regret as a rock into the ocean
it skipped four times then drowned
bury a casket of damned dreams
let them die.
Go, escape with the wind
from old friends’ memories you surely will fade
they will not hurt
so don’t you worry
a sigh of relief
your past will stay just that.
Freedom, sold to the girl in the back.
Your expression fills me with warmth one can only receive from the sun.
The subtle quivering of your lips lets me know that I am that one.
Your eyes, like nectar guides direct me to our consummation.
The sweet fragrance of your skin is the cause of this intoxication.
Your petals are delicate and dance under moon light like nobody's watching.
The tides of your sea have risen and off the bows plank my heart is falling.
Your words float like a butterflies wings in the still of the night.
The realization that our soaring souls have become entangled,
And nothing can stop our flight.
You...
I know you, sensual goddess of my world.
But who am I?
Who am I to feel privileged enough to accept this beautiful creature?
When we walk hand in clammy, sweaty hand I am admiring every beautiful feature.
To transcend from my previous cold and dark labyrinth makes me feel so free.
It is your expression, your eyes, your petals and your words that amaze me.
It is the quivering of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, the tides of your sea and the realization...
That we were meant to be...
Piss and **** stains on a silk sheet
The fly above in all its glory
Taken in by the visual aesthetic
And sweet fragrance
Becomes intoxicated
With the beauty
In such a short shite life
sex and hairspray,
its what her image screams.
her lips smeared with 99 cent gloss.
vodka and whisky lingering on hot breath.
fishnet stockings,
a hole in one knee.
eyeliner smudged by the humid air.
trojans packed away in her leather purse.
"well," she purs in a drunken slur.
"what do you think?"
Encroaching woodland intoxicated
White Heliotrope pervades
Passions spent overall
Name : Theresa Stephens
Contest Title: In Praise of Kimo
Dated: 2/19/15
Image: 3
Into the sea of dreams,
I remember the night I was with you,
The stars shimmered to it's glory,
Like a blanket illuminating our love,
Keeping us safe,
I felt so intoxicated by the drunken moon,
That I never felt time pass us by.
Long conversations on the majestic shores,
As we held hands and waves listened to our secrets,
Grabbing our memories and washing them into sea,
Imprinting in our hearts this connection we shared,
It could not be broken,even if we tried,
This force was not to be reckoned with.
I know this then,I know this now,
That some things are not meant to be understood,
It must be accepted and acknowledged.
The starry night skies once showed us that anything is possible,
If we believe,but sometimes our belief is lost,
In this time of fear it runs away,sometimes never to be found
Now am standing here my heart is filled with so much love,
Can't you see it,Can you feel it.
The wind in my face,blowing the strands of stay hair on my face,
Felt like your aura was embracing me,touching,
Take my back to that intoxicating moon,those addictive stars,
For just one night,one moment,
The moment that is embedded in my heart.
Can such lonely words be more beautiful?
Screaming pleas - just hear me out
I don't have words enough to express this...
The toxicity is mixed in a sea of doubt
They say all the time "it hurts like hell"
Maybe my personal hell has become my friend
Inescapable fire and shadows follow me
Too much to extend, I can't see the end
Intoxicated by love, incapacitated by fear
Escalating when you come near
Suffocated by doubt, Surprised in the light
That you still say I'm worth the fight
Intoxicated, elated, but it's all isolated
In the screams that won't disappear
Could someone else just get how I feel?
Screaming pleas - I'm desperate now
Take me out of the dark, don't let me return
Just save me from this somehow
I put myself here, so how is it fair?
I guess I need to get myself out of the fire
But as much as I loathe the consuming flames
The pain doesn't retire, it's getting more dire
Intoxicated by love, incapacitated by fear
Escalating when you come near
Suffocated by doubt, Surprised in the light
That you still say I'm worth the fight
Intoxicated, elated, but it's all isolated
In the screams that won't disappear
Beauty, pain, love's a flame
And part of it hurts like hell
Depression, obsession, and who's to blame?
I was alone the day that I fell
Intoxicated, elated, and it's all concentrated
In you, but I'd never tell
Intoxicated by love, incapacitated by fear
Escalating when you come near
Suffocated by doubt, Surprised in the light
That you still say I'm worth the fight
Intoxicated, elated, but it's all isolated
In the screams that won't disappear
Can such lonely words be expressed out loud?
I'm screaming, I'm pleading - just hear me out
Intoxicated Rondeau
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality
Never hidden in punchy illusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Stronghold built on the perfect harmony suffusion
Of love’s author – dizzy with tipsy truth’s reality -
Distilled Spirit's healing balm - giddy epiphanies in profusion -
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality.
Shouting slaphappy cheers for reveries tonality
Elevated toast to the holy love’s effusion
Gleeful, inebriated, rolling peals for grace vitality
Never hidden in punchy illusion,
Staggering in your waves of affection’s conclusion
Dropping rags of shameful brutality
Revelations of solace in my heart’s seclusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Released, then freed from frost stagnation’s legality,
From enigma’s toxic labyrinth exclusion,
Torn temple curtain reveals forgiveness jubilee
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Giddy epiphanies of Eden love resolves confusion
Eternal elixirs of glee banish banality
In sweet essences my “I” consumed without occlusion
Saturated by the great “I Am’s” affusion totality.
Totally intoxicated.
6-8-22
Contest: Rondeau Redoubled
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
when you smoke It's no joke smoking turns lungs black and causes you to hack
If you go ahead and smoke you are going to croak If you smoke pot your brain will rot
When you drink beer you can't think clear when you drink booze your brain will snooze
If you take a drug you will turn into a slug when you get high you might try to fly and
you will die. If you go to a party be like a smarty make the right choice if you never
drink and drive you will have a good chance of staying alive