Drunkard Poems | Examples

Holy 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, the wine lives
Because we are merged 
As the almighty One. 


©Mahtab Bangalee
5th January, 2025
Chattogram

Drunkard Muse

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.

The Drunkard

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 he banged his guitar!

Drunkard Mighty

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

Security Misfit

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 have things snapping
Through a guard sure to be caught just napping!

Chlorophyll Drunkard

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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.

Drunkard Mosquito

Human is feeder
Mosquito- the blood drinker
Night-natural bar 


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
19/09/2021

Drunkard

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

For Unity I Am Drunkard

o' I’m drunkard on the path of God and humanity
without unity world is empty bottle of whiskey


-January 29,  2019 Chattogram

Drunkard

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.

The Drunkard

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 lack,
 
after forty five minutes my house I did arrive,
attempting to insert my key into it's key hole
without success door opened, as if alive,
falling through shouting God save my soul !
 
My dear wife disgusted said I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
So have I, that's why I've come home my love.
    
27/01/2017.

Sober and the Drunkard

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 is to grab the cold
My lies are easily detectable
His are barely discernible

The point here is that, there is absolutely
No point to be made
Just an inebriated poet
With a biro.

I Heard a Drunkard

Tanka 6

        I heard a drunkard
        an empty bottle in hand
        shouting “I want to”
        under dim light corner edge
        of the bar “I want to die!”

Kousse the Drunkard

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Once in the village of Daka in Burkina Faso,
Lived Koussé the incorrigible drunkard
Very popular was he that his presence was necessary
In all the ceremonies and feasts and meetings,
Wifeless and childless and houseless and penniless was he
But was feared and respected and admired by all.

He is sharp tongued and short tempered
And knows all the secret and history of everyone,
I shall never die till I’ve revealed all your abominations,
And witchcraft and adulterous acts! He’d say
Go away Koussé! You’ve drunk your brain 
And chewed your sense!
 Yes! I’ve nothing but my senseless boneless rotten baldhead. 

He died one rainy midnight lonely and miserably
With a calabash full of alcohol beside his corpse,
Koussé is gone! Some shouted and danced;
All the hidden secrets and history and abominations
Still remains in the village of Daka up till this day.
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Grumpy Drunkard

The demon grog
lets loose the hog, 
and nastiness comes by, 
alcohol brings out the troll, 
And a grumpy drunkard cries. Don

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