Best Intoxicated Poems

moon river glowing
reflection babbles along
incoherently

© Harry J Horsman  2015...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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intoxicated
by earth river and sea
and sung
by your widening heartbeat
into this joyful blance...

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My valentine has a sweet and sour citrus taste;
A lemon dewdrop puckering my purloined lips,
Stolen by yours, whose on mine, will not waste,
For though you're free from love, I am trapped in its grip.

Your dimpled smile and mahogany eyes,
Have for eight long years been my...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Encroaching woodland intoxicated

White Heliotrope pervades

Passions spent overall
















Name : Theresa Stephens
Contest Title: In Praise of Kimo
Dated: 2/19/15
Image: 3...

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Intoxication

The heady intoxication
Of new love ventured
Buds that blossom
Fed by warm waves 
Of sweet euphoric sensation

The sun captured
Smiles within ones heart
Radiating in abundant glory
Taming the savage beast
Invigorating ones soul
First chapter of a never ending story

An adventurous  journey
Travelled together
Overcoming obstacles
Of vale and hill
Finding beauty in hidden...

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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 -...

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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?"...

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