Drunkeness Poems - Poems about Drunkeness

...Music is my high, Soda is my drink. Sugar is my ecstacy, Laughter is my drunkeness. Anime is my anti-drug, Strobe lighting is my LSD. Dreaming is my hallucinogen. Imagination is as psychedel......Read More

...Is it because life pleads with love Or love keeps longing for life I still live on Even as the hearse waits Leaning on my gate Is it because I flock With doves of your bosom And harvest poet......Read More

...Where Is Your Mind? Where is your mind? Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking cigarettes and cigars? Is it way out there in the clouds of smoking marijuana? Where is your mind? Is it wa......Read More

...O, come to our feast, Suspend your drinking laws, We've plenty of the Beast, Guffaw! Guffaw! Guffaw! This Beast is called Red Rum- It's very potent, too. Those who drink it-numb, Their consc......Read More

...VAN GOGH’S BLUES We wake up on the same day a hundred years later. It's a very long first date. The kind you hate to miss. Now I'm up against the c......Read More

...lost in drunkeness we share one thought that late night beneath the covers......Read More

...Drunkenness You used to come home late at night, While I was still sleeping. You used to slam all the doors, While mom started weeping. Who was this man before us? Only his face I recognized......Read More

...O Catie love ye do ask too much of a poor scribbling poet to ask him to open the doors so ye can view the terrible thing he knows himself to be. All men and mayhap women too know what terrors hide ......Read More

...Murderer Of a child's innocence. Too late to forgive Her hate-filled drunkeness when Expounding on this word. Rather forget than pretend she cared. Maybe in some Other lifetime we Two will ......Read More

...Tonight, my darling, I said tonight I found you I found you, like always, passed out on the floor Just behind you, I, just behind you I saw Something else that, that, that caught my eye You on th......Read More

...With hair from our fathers body we were dressed to impress. from the finest weavers who were especialy blessed. Fruits made to make you merry as the food was shared. with hoots of laughter carryin......Read More

...My heart erupts like a volcano bursting with scathing songs,for the lobes of tyranny,fattened by the deceptive lyrics,from sycophantic lips My tongue,a molten kalam,shall consume the valve ......Read More

...I'm drunk now... Hardly write at all But any more it's all I do To rid the memory of the skank I screwed Then she came back so unforgiving To kill me again And hold the pen I will To stab her ......Read More