Drunk Poems - Poems about Drunk

A night in fragments— Breath reeked mildewed regrets, and static collided behind my eyes. I tasted shattered neon, sipping cheap club gin. Even alcohol can’t silence the poet— I mock her perfumed clichés, but still draft her eulogy in thrifted elegance. “I hate writing blind,” I muttered as gin bled through crooked verses— March 14th, a drunk poet sighed— Her pen staged the week’s second...

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Write Eight Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest Constance La France Wrongfully wheel with wanton wills which wastefully works By Author In the aftermath of his tragic fate When adding two plus two is too late I don't understand drunk drivers Why risk it all and leave survivors Now he's resting at a funeral home Lifeless because of a unwise syndrome Yet yesterday he's weaving on...

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Not the First Time By Cathrin Stuart Late at night, you came home drunk Not the first time I heard you and Mommy talking Not the first time You came and pulled me out of bed by the hair Not the first time You beat me in the passage until I bled Not the first time I was not allowed to cry, mop up...

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Old Drunk McNab stumbl'd to confession The priests waits and waits to start the session The priest then knocks on the wall “Occupied…, comes a slurr'd call, …an’ no TP so don'ask the quess’ion!” ...

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You’ve lived through loss— you’ve battled unuttered shame— yet you hold onto Love like it is more than a Delusion—it is Honor—precious and rainbow-like—shimmery and shadowy all in one. You speak to her with Soul, truths that seem simple— truths that survive in warm hands, in melodies, in cadences, in overtones, in steady Voice. You are creased at the edges like...

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The golden haze of summer, thick and slow, Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea, And fireflies ignite a gentle glow. The air, a velvet cloak, starts to flow free, Through sun warmed fields, a gentle choir, Where time dissolves like honey in warm tea, A drowsy heat, where colors grow like fire, Like painted dreams, upon a canvas clear, Through sun...

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Fog unravels its gray threads to smother the sky and numb the mind, words slip away to find other mouths to fall from. Wallowing in a low funk, enveloped by a dull dislike of these sprawling hours, and this gun-metal sky shuffling along as a ghost in carpet slippers. Into a deep glass of wine shrinking spirits sink, listless lips sip mechanically. Words wriggle away as if escaping...

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Rudolph and Santa, two jolly good friends, On their own friendship, so much depends. One day, they both fought, 'Cause someone stole what they'd bought But soon, they were able to make amends. Later that day, they caught the thief, But learning he'd sold their goods caused them grief. They then informed the police, Who gave them ten Pounds apiece. That their kind...

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They embrace the illusion, loud noises of praise - in lieu of the mirage, I opt for unblemished soul. Hidden symphony conjuring reckless gambit, in the open they unveil their virtuous guise. They are drawn to one another like magnets, embracing shared values, dancing with darkness. They cast stones at the different, branding diverse worship as heresy, but God's ways...

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Have you ever been drunk, and submersed in a funk, as if trapped in a trunk but then asked to write junk in a poem which stunk though your mind has been shrunk by a psychotic monk who’s been beaten punch-drunk and if not a slam dunk as a poet you’ll flunk?...

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Like a helpless child he was taken Could not be roused even after being shaken Like one recently deceased Even when gently carried Like the dead away he was taken...

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Noah, ‘a righteous man pure in his generations’ (Genesis 6:9) spent a year in the Ark ‘til on Mt. Ararat it...

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Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars, I looked up to the sky and saw some stars, Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday, Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey? So I asked my friend who was as well drunk, "Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk? He muttered what beer brewed into...

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He should never have stepped in the ring Because he had no talent to bring Even though he battled His brain just got rattled And now he can't remember a thing...

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Sometimes I think my friends don't care They say you speak the truth drunk And they never ever sober up And they say I'm annoying as They do stupid and flirt around And I shake my head and eat my crisps Yell at them to get to bed Tell them they should sober up They've never really sobered up Instead...

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