Intoxicated Poems - Poems about Intoxicated

...Let’s talk about feelings - feelz. Does anything else really matter? Ok, sure - health - yeah, right up there. Covid was my generation’s depression (literally). Maybe not for everyone, there we......Read the rest...

...“blessings from above transformed lust to love delusion to illumination earth-heaven bilocation” - Unseeking Seeker When rays of saffron atonement streak thr......Read the rest...

...In the world of long shadows and fragile light, where every step, every whisper casts reverberations into the abyss, creators of illusions, weavers of dreams, lead the masses with their cunning an......Read the rest...

...Begging me for my assets Onyx skin black and beautiful Yolked equally in purple passion Fuchsia feeling you deep in soul Red reading you like a classic Intoxicated as indigo story’s unfold Ene......Read the rest...

...To my beloved, when the language of romance fades into rivulets rippling with reddish rage… Before your petal like nature withers in the subsequent storm, remember…. In my loneliness......Read the rest...

... “I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.” James A. Owen I am a midsummer storm, veiled in cerulean smiles, swirling above sangria seas~ enveloped in gr......Read the rest...

...If you are what you eat and if what you eat is what you are America's essence is a melting gargantuan chocolate bar In 3rd grade our health classes preached with pride, guiding us on what to savor......Read the rest...

...Fly! Fly! Fly! In the field of Reeds, Walk through golden breeze, Smell the scent of allure, Clear sky and clearer mind. Fate! Fate! Fate! Promise me the world over, Promise me you wouldn't......Read the rest...

... A Craig Cornish Contest: Empty Room ------------------ A kaleidoscope of unknown thrill rushes within my swollen veins, needle-pricked – and the liquid opiate carries me high, upstream like......Read the rest...

...DANTE TRANSLATIONS Little sparks may ignite great Infernos.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch In Beatrice I beheld the outer boundaries of blessedness.—Dante, loose tr......Read the rest...

... What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminesce......Read the rest...

...What do you see when you see trees? My eyes travel each trunk and branch. With feathered leaves in blowing breeze till the chipper comes with a cranch! Your details shine with luminescenc......Read the rest...

...Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses. Languishing are those the ravenous harasses. Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated. Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated. The crazed ......Read the rest...

...Under the mantle of night, full of hidden meanings, Where stars dance their stories in silence, There lies a world where vocations drown in shadows, Children with grand dreams, trapped in dusty go......Read the rest...

...Under the mantle of night, full of hidden meanings, Where the stars dance their stories in silence, There lies a world where vocations drown in shadows, Children with grand dreams, trapped in dust......Read the rest...