Best Intoxication Poems
I sit, my back against the black.
My thoughts a jumbled supplejack,
a wanna-be amnesiac.
Oh, autumn leaves a fluster,
the winds in tipsy bluster.
I’m weightless as I drift away
on whiskey wings, a moth astray.
My grief in ashtray where I pray.
The equinox is tilted,
my wispy body wilted
and in my stupor do I dream?
Are clouds I seek a false redeem
as sunrise bleeds through jagged seam?
Damn seraphim and serpents
and fantasy disturbance!
I keep my secrets like a sphinx,
my insight an elusive lynx
…a widow with a hard drink jinx.
Yet soul, a black-eyed-Susan,
still blooms in bruised seclusion.
Dawn’s dapple-gold flint-glints like stones.
As hard on eyes as nightmare crones
who rattled empty bottle bones. .
As half-light scries the mirror,
my pulse does bring me nearer
to burning on the altar of the sun,
my moonshine valentine…
Sometimes I think
I would love you more
if I was still drinking.
And then I decipher the code:
I would love you more
if I still loved myself less.
"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet
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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Words
Flowing from your full sensuous lips
Cascading and spilling out
Over your chocolate flesh
As your voice reaches my ear
My body tenses up and then relaxes
Tingling with anxiety
I wish that I could do more
Than just hear your voice
But I love listening to you speak
In my ear, your words roll around and around
Sticking inside my head
Lingering in my soul
Your words satisfy my hunger
In a way I never knew words could
Hypnotic in their profession
They leak down into the pits of my soul
I get trapped up in them
And let them swallow me entirely
As they flow in their seductive melody
My mind can’t suppress the urges surging through my body
Your words inhibit me from being able to govern my own essence
Your words are dominate now
This temple has become yours
And I will submit whole heartedly to whatever your words may suggest
I just want to stay here
Engulfed in this flame
This blaze that results from the electric heat of your words
They’ve conquered me in their mystic sway
Leaving me perplexed and baffled, with a divine sensation trailing behind
I wish this bliss was eternal
But in the back of my mind I know
That this kind of feeling can only be temporary, and I hate it
I despise the inescapable fact that your voice will, one day, fade away
And dissipate into an excluded nothing
A hollow abyss
Leaving me with only the bittersweet memories
Of the enchantment of your voice
Only to reminisce over the intoxication of your words
Zephyr has a sound
Molecules of happiness
Rapture on the wind.
I wish I had the words to speak;
They are now untrue.
I wish you were my everything;
Why can't she be you?
I wish you were that love,
Of both old and new.
When is there enough,
To fill our cup,
And say salud?
© 2015 Honestly JT
Your name forever haunting.
In my thoughts and perhaps my heart.
Here and there blissful memories reoccur.
your presence in them lead me to be erratic.
Taken in by the reminiscence of intimacy.
Seized beyond ecstasy for my touch is key.
Your voice keen with affirming provocative praise for you comprehend my fixations.
Will you ever relinquish this intoxication in me?
Will you ever vanish from my head?
It hurts me don't you know.
for the one I chose evermore.
My creativity embodies
my very mindset
Inspiration expressed
not just an outlet
My discretion as an artist
not to be repressed
Laid out in any form
allowing others to digest
Thoughts manipulated
then conveyed
Carefully constructed,
hoping your amazed
A creative mind never
compromised
My message ambitious
yet always realized
You influence my passions
and intentions
You see your essence
is forever mentioned
Never censoring my
words or ability
You bring about
a flexible Impossibility
Your attention each
word playfully awaits
In anticipation my
ideas will then intoxicate
Appreciating adoration
as words sway
Reciting each verse
in my poetic play
I can’t suppress my
darkest obsession
You see you are
my creative expression
Every line has been
designed you know
Comprised of passions
I need to show
So if this is how
I spark your interest
I would do it all over
again in an instant
The secretion of a Lilly is often mistaken for the timbers of a concrete ball. Many a time is the goldfish singing for a curry. Golden gophers gluing glitter. A wolf dancing in a stew of peas is more happy than a porcupine on a rocket powered skateboard.ooooh grammar of framing a drugged frog is as indigestible as spinning around the earth twice after consuming large amounts of beer. Like a tidal wave then. Humming. Humorous isn't it. Turbulent tambourines turning tripe. Intoxication z.
Unable to let feelings come to just slide by,
all poets feel life in tender seeing eyes.
Life marinates in a poet's empathy-rife heart,
to then cradle lay emotion in their core
until every angle of feel has been stored.
All a poet reality-feels is written unconcealed
as is somehow required of and for their zeal.
If a poet lives it, they give it deliberate depth
for such is essential to their very breath.
Poets wear a same colored, large-sized bruise
from years of hearing devastating world news.
New's blues lights many a poet's tender fuse.
Empathy demands a poet's sympathy clarity.
Poets take from piles of desperate density
to hopefully give it credible, helpful intensity.
Love, birth, death, life's complexities and simplicities
charge poetic awe, humor and emotional flexibilities.
Your warm bodys heat flows,
through me like strong wine,
Being intoxicated by you,
I may not sober.
Our senses are reawakened
to the promise of spring
with its carpet of rolling green
hills dotted with the flowers of
the new season;
winter is gone, taking its frosty
entrouge of snow, carelessly cold
temperatures and biting arctic winds.
Earth thaws to the welcoming presence of
spring who unravels her verdant magic
by covering its unclothed ground with
virgin meadows bathed by the rain
and dried by the sun;
the presence of warmer days illuminates
the romantic spirit by making hearts sing
with more fervor, enticing souls for
the ritual mating dance.
Intoxicating all who witness the change,
spring mists the air with the scents of
new earth which gives hope for the living,
a renewal of birth, a recleansing
and thawing of the mind;
opening doors that were closed for
winter, allowing the resurgence to
breath its spring air.
August 9, 2016
Nature nurtures blooms and blushes
With redbirds, bluebonnets, and bulrushes
And peacock-curtained cirrus evening skies;
That unveil a Milky seine before our eyes,
Alluring our awed admiration
With magnetic, majestic fascination;
Easily eliciting an emancipation
To unparalleled faux freedom;
Fostering fleet-flying feelings;
Sending stunned senses soaring
Inevitably inducing intoxication
Which connects our inebriated emotions
That persuade our treasured, deeply hidden internals
Into exaltation of the high supernal.
"for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier".
And may you be not drunk with wine
But filled with the spirit as God divined
As humans we've all have had a little drink or two
That's not a bad thing as long as you don't overdo
In Ephesians 5:18 from what I understand
It's a word of advice from God, a positive Command
For the word of God leaves little room for debate
Take Him at His word It Is of the faith
But don't try to take the actual words that are written
And change them to suit yourself that's a bad decision
For God is very firm in what He does say
He says what He means and from His word He does not stray
Intoxication or Inspiration, what do you desire?
Be not drunk with wine just do as God requires
The Lord God wants you to be filled with the Holy Spirit
So praise and worship Him and don't stop until you get it
Whenever one is under the influence of drink
You're at a weak point and the devil will start to think
He will try and sway you away from God's Holy word
Make you doubt and question all that you have heard
For drink will incapacitate you and make you act like a fool
Enabling the devil to use you as a tool
Be not drunk with wine but be inspired by The Lord
Be filled with The Holy Spirit on the gospel train get aboard
With The Holy Spirit you still have free choice
But while you're drunk on wine you can't even find your voice
Intoxication or Inspiration, what is the main point?
You can be damned with the devil or with God be anoint
God wants you to walk like His Son Jesus of Christ
To be filled with The Holy Spirit everyday of your life
Intoxication may cause you to fight with your friends
Inspiration will give you eternal life in the end
Intoxication may cause you to spend all of your money
Inspiration will lead you to the land of milk and honey
As far as I'm concerned the choice is not that hard
All you have to do is get high on God
As the drunk teacher was saying:
The hum of the computer
Was a common feature
In 5 BC one student
Was looking up:
Anachronism