Drunken Poems - Poems about Drunken

On the day of your party Please be sure to invite The Drunken Clown. He offers steady humor At a pace everyone can measure. His drinks, give love and laughter , his expressions: love and empathy. In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles, His eyes red and bleeding, Look to him to point and laugh. Our drunken clown gets his payment...

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Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch The impassive river carried me downstream as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats, then nailed them, naked, to their former posts, while I observed all idly, in a dream. What did I care about the slaughtered crew, the Flemish barley or the English freight? The river had taught...

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Drunk and kinda tipsy, I stumbled lost and into the enticing embrace of a fair maiden. She enchants me with her sensuality— Oh, my total surrender is inevitable now. Captivated by her luscious lips Entangled in her aromatic tresses I staggered across her twin jutting hills through lush rolling meadow past her passionate plateau leading me down a ravine to her warm well of...

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Pleasant pulsations manifest; boons bestowed by bliss magnetism, wherein troughs, which once were the crest, biding their time in body prism, resurrect at our heart’s behest, creating for us a new ism. Pheromones strike joyful poses, shape shifting in a dance sublime on a path that’s strewn with roses, wherein betwixt love’s blissful chime, synced with a rhythm God composes, in repose we heavenward climb. Grace in-pours...

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As summer days were waning, warm and long, I made new friends (I thought, but I thought wrong). We drank the nights away with bloodshot eyes When we were friends in drunken paradise. They let me in their circle for a while, Then shut me out, as if part of their guile. They were my friends, but by my thoughts...

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My eyes couldn’t help But wander And smile at every passing inch Aimlessly following the walls And your voice Throughout the house you lay your head at night It was cozy Decorated delicately In memories Though I’ll come to recognize The tone in your voice When you mention certain ones The tone That made my...

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I fell in love with a Drunken Poet When with light My Grail He fills Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill With Rhymes and reasons salutations Filled so full, Colorful My imagination Drunken poetry obliteration He drinks sooo much, his touch Intoxicating Slurry words with breath of sweet Rum Penetrating and Pouring light until I succumb He woos...

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May one love you like Shakespeare? Write verses to bring you near. In delicate sighless sips, taste wine from your drunken lips, as drops induce and seduce, become drunk from your sweet juice....

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The night comes back in flashes, As I look for the pieces, Buried somewhere in these ashes. So what changed that one time? We were an acquiescent class Where talking was a crime. Maybe we had too much to drink, A mess and an introvert We simply forgot to think. Did I say something senseless? I don’t remember...

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"drunken ADD" i need a bottle of gin to begin my hey it's a tequila sunrise...

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"drunken canuck roadside assistance" or "AA eh" perhaps i can 't cook with out a douse of what's not out of a moose's snout or what snot is not a boot or about but i know what i knew i now know now that then if your day begins then it should also end with a Guinness and an absolvo te eh men...

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An English accent helps, if you’re at least half well dressed in an American bar. Your voice maybe a passport to getting yourself laid or it may perhaps be an invitation for some young buck to spoil your night in a fit of beer rage. However, if you leave with the girl, it was because of your good looking accent; and I thank you Sir Winston Churchill....

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Drunken joke smelling blood dirty hands broken bones who was him? I don't know brought me here without love... Drunken joke what was that? why did you do this? why were you mad? what turn a good man so deeply bad who did this to you I wish I could ask. Drunken joke drunken lie made my mother mother before time I can't hate him but I won't lie I hate every single step that brough him into...

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a sadness seeps into the soul where sanctity is living caused by the heart's fondest desire for human love not given a dance on passion's summer night in bonded moves preciseness with risk of life in full moonlight by drunk hands fools are driven final pronouncement of demise departure and defeat makes salt-rivers of dry eyes whose agony it seeks and in a voiceless, muted...

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Drunk Sue, leapt onto the ironing board, In great vigour swinging both her hands wide. As on a big stage Forgetting her age, Danced in thrill, fell off, hitting her head hard July.16.2022 Syllables- 10, 10, 5, 5, 10 (HMS) Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by- Lisa YY...

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