Inebriation Poems - Poems about Inebriation

...It comes in waves Before you know it Was it always there It comes in waves You didn’t think about it today Did I make it up Is pain a feeling I’ve ever known It comes in waves This time was......

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...No nearer nighttime. In my own arms I have nurtured the sweetest flagellation. Moth to inferno once more. Silver septum skin. She snaps from divine touch to sputtering projection. Roll credi......

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...Beneath the azure sky, I yearn for a divine wine of love, To taste it and ascend, intoxicated by the infinity of moments too brief, A sweet-bitter inebriation, spinning through veins like a thread ......

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...I walked in and pulled myself up to the bar, The place was dingy and smelled like sour beer. The people all had that same stare, Inebriation wrinkles covered their faces. "Give me a scotch on t......

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...Bartender Oh Bartender (a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain! Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic when the doth ale). Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending of another work day beckon B......

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...To see the unknown is to grasp the strange struggle with hallucinogenic disbelief of the deranged: To arrange and rearrange the disarray of a mind nonplussed by a puzzlement of imagery that binds......

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...1. This hunger artist cannot read volumes of printed material fast enough to satiate an immense appetite and unquenchable thirst to acquire learning from the millenniums gushing fount of ......

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...I saw the pig and the clown coming my way with their drink. They were well into their cups. I had this quick ugly think. I jumped into a bush and tried to become invisible to them. They were craze......

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...A golden ornate cup once full a mystical reservoir filled now half-emptied of love and emotions, as if the night would be emptied of moon glow and starlight; sipping in and savoring, bitter......

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...Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff. John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad. Steve: Douche bag say wha? John: W......

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...what will you write of the apricot, when the fruit has fallen for the last time? 'and the last apricot was like his last letter received a decade ago; that was very little to quench my thir......

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...Morning brews sunrise colors- yolk yellow seeping over edges; light sterling silver strung; rubbed linens ironed across the rim. The creatural world-a lime olive, sea blue cup- has a ......

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...Stillness is the source where creativity does arise, and shades of images become alive. Melodious ripples taken form, synchronizing the dark with visions to be born. The frequency of desire estab......

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...Don’t ask the gods if they sent sedatives to cure the pain those aches of body’s frame or the trials of mind’s domain indulgence in the medicine not prescribed but still pursued by the drink ......

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...MY 37TH ANNIVERSARY After years of inebriation My life was just a mirage My friends had lost all favor Communication was all nonverbal The smiles were no longer dulcet My diligence to be a ......

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