Drunkard Poems - Poems about Drunkard

...Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heaven......Read the rest...

... HAPPINESS Happiness of baby smiles best in lap of Mother, quite evident. Mother is happier on success of her child than own achievement Happiness of Child rolls......Read the rest...

... the judge was angered at the repeating drunkard now he is tuckered for he heard enough of his lies......Read the rest...

...How do I praise your influence, oh Rumi? For you are the essence of my poetry. Poet's quote. I was lost in mournful melodies of birds, until death brought me back to l......Read the rest...

... I'm breathing like the sun in black horizons, but internal embers burn in invisible ignorance. Tired from being constantly raped by life, I've become ashamed of veiled emotions, confused betw......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...I'm a 'poetaholic', wandering like a drunkard, until my ink flies like the mind's fledglings, leaving behind an empty nest, which once kept them safe. Some words are not for everyone's ......Read the rest...

... On Faith Faith to follow as a blind human instinct, not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct. Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm roo......Read the rest...

...The Drunkard staggered into a bar And slurred that he just wrecked his car He added, "Wha th' hell, Isle... zit 'ere ...az-spell..." Then he sang while h......Read the rest...

...It was a strange sort of day A Heavy treacley sky That seemed too thick For any bird to even try to fly. The city lay in waiting for Celebrations to begin The Fiesta of Fiestas Days of mil......Read the rest...

...It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucia......Read the rest...

...Tomatoes are red and perishable as are roses, Specializing in their trade takes a heart. Eggs are fragile,as are glasses, It is not easy to hawk them around. Honey is sweet but comes from a far. ......Read the rest...

...Aquarium realms of anointed fools masquerade as sensibility Typecast foolscap tired typewriters ribbons don't have a prolonged head Between the streets where the drunkard spins his tales ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt One of his hearers braving “Get out!” Not just saying it: An exploded shout! He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout, A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s......Read the rest...