Drunkard Poems - Poems about Drunkard

Behold, Ghalib, I am drunkard But I didn’t drink in your God’s house Behold, Iqbal, I am drunkard But not disbeliever in where your unholy wine lives Behold, Faraz, I am drunkard but fully conscious In where your God is safe Behold, Wasi, I am drunkard Not in heaven But in the world- The God’s tavern Oh, Ghalib! Behold, I am drunkard In the wine, I live And in me,...

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My drunkard muse can be a curse. Pouring shots full of poetry, craving a sober history. Tipsy rhymes reverb in reverse, so ink's teetotal in free verse. ...

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The Drunkard staggered into a bar And slurred that he just wrecked his car He added, "Wha th' hell, Isle......

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I'm drunkard since my earthly birth As the crimson rose for your beauty Balmy- the intoxicated fragrance Where I sip the hemlock of truth as honey Whirling, dancing I'm on the self orbit As the self-lost dervish and surrendered devotee O Love! Your slain holy head defeated me Literally wherever I move as a mighty ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 07/05/2023...

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For a security slot, A Sluggard, For a praised company, rather haggard: From long unemployment a drunkard, Full tankard draining after full tankard. Also, a listener at nights to Bard And could Security suspend for Card, Still, hopefully, he seeks to be her guard: In many circles this fulfilling dream bared, Most likely to collapse, if he is barred… But a company won’t...

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. Every calibration I do, Blur to emerge the one weirdo. Every navigate does syntax, Oh, so higher at parallax. I creep with my scornful envy, And I know why they do beauty? Because of an anticlimax, Oh, so higher at parallax. All gassing awkward in my brain, Forever missing you the green. Fill in my cephalothorax, Oh, so higher at parallax....

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Human is feeder Mosquito- the blood drinker Night-natural bar © Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 19/09/2021...

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While sipping the brew from the bottle The world is just a big bubble Where the law is always denied For the people, I am a drunkard on the roadside As the sun rays leaks from the canopy I can hear the birds chirp happily As I throw grains on the canopy I can hear the birds cry hastily As one start to...

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Rather barf in this shady club bar, Than hurl at home before my girl....

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o' I’m drunkard on the path of God and humanity without unity world is empty bottle of whiskey -January 29, 2019 Chattogram...

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I’m staring at the empty bottles On the floor. It’s time I start doing Something, anything, to help you. I call your name but, you will not reply....

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I was never a drunkard, my life made me look awkward and i no longer enjoyed sitting in my yard. i will wonder all day looking for something hard. a cold beer made from the berries from the orchard. made me feel a little harbored but less restored. And so i wondered to the streets of our old town. from one...

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Feared yet inevitable that I must return to the humble place that I call home, after spending a few hours without concern, at my favourite watering hole, The jester, It being less than half a mile, ten minute walk but with one step forward two steps back stopping every person I met, just to talk, no coordination but vocals I didn't...

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I drink until I drop While he cheats and get a drop (drop- STI) Where bottles are emptied I am found Find him where condoms are filled And zipped are undone I drink, flirt and blackout While he bumps, grind and passout Weekends I watch football While he figures out as to whom to empty his ball Social networks are his strong hold Whilst mine...

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Tanka 6 I heard a drunkard an empty bottle in hand shouting “I want to” under dim light corner edge ...

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