Long Hungover Poems

Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
   From out of the Valley of Mizpah 
to...

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Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. 
The grass is cut, the fields set out, the...

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Poems for Poets X
Poems about Poets X



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my gown ...
      I’m going down,
...

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"The Day(s) I Saw That Fate Exists"

6/17/19 
"What Makes You Flinch" poetry contest
Sponsored By: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Today began as most of many days do
Today I woke, a tad bit hungover

Opened my eyes, rubbed my head
Said...

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5/5/21

Woke up groggy
The waters were often choppy
From Del Monte 
Toward Milwaukee
To way beyond Nagasaki
And all across the Mojave
See me in person or hit me up on the Walkie-Talkie
Always been a real one, not no carbon...

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EMPTY PEWS
These seats have stories and if they could talk
You would hear of the lives that many people walk
The church filled on each weekly Sunday morn
With families and neighbors and hearts that are torn
They will...

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It was the day after the new year and there wasn't a peep
The folks of Soup Creek were hungover and in a deep sleep
The mayors annual meeting was to be held that afternoon
And the venue...

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Mornings are dreadful time in life unless waking beside gorgeous woman hopefully 
a not married one  husbans can be such a downer.
And when ya wake to a warm beautiful creature by your side.
And the...

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2/13/23


A fu**** up past
Always past fu**** up

It's just me and a cup damn
Still can't put down the damn cup

I am truly sad
How i've been living is sad truly

I can't smile away problems
It's been difficult to...

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Let's play a game, shall we?
It's a fun little number I like to call
"Do I miss you because I love you,
or because you're my brain's scar tissue?"

Let's review the facts, shall we?
You're a spoiled NEET...

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I still see it when I close my eyes,
hands stoking up and down my naked thighs,
I can’t shake the lingering memory
of the night that someone violated me.

No shower seems able to make me clean,
I find...

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Constantly shaking on edge feel at risk 
My insides feel like they got caught up in a whisk 
The aches and pains that define my days 
Take over my life in so many ways 
My...

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do you remember this place by the ocean?
these coastal mornings with their Arena air
the wind from the crab dock almost strong enough 
to be swept away,
running from growling raccoons
randomly reading names on boats-

The way I...

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I'm nothing but a junkie, 
And happiness is my heroin.
Here I go again.
I'm too strung out to sleep, and it's been like this for a whole damned week.
Everything around me
Is a constant reminder of how...

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Underage drinking has taken its tolls on all the teenagers today, including the ones under
the age of 21. It's been affecting the minds of all young people for years to come. I'm
told that drinking too...

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to tell the truth i have to tell the tale of a dangerous drunk...drowning in devil water...soon to get sunk
menacing stares from demons all around...laughing as he stumbles and staggers in the 
lounge
another sip of...

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I

You died at 22; left me alive
At 25 to write this sonnet tomb;
Block letters hewn, with fumbling hands I drive
This pen in metered clangs around your room. 

In desperate pause, I step away to see...

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I step from my car and I see ahead
the shiny glint of smooth, polished chrome,
the place is shaped like an oversized rail car,
but never on the tracks has it roamed.

I walk on into the small...

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It had partially dried to the table, crimson, sticky, and coagulated, and not wanting to let go of the sloppily scrawled letter. It drooped in his hands: 
 
I finished the f-----g dishes you were...

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“FAREWELL BULLETS”


today I woke up tired
and hungover. 
I was a little sore from my road trip 
yesterday and the combination 
was enough to get me complaining. 
I went home,
kissed my son and said good morning....

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i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and...

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Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain, 
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain. 
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras, 
directing dramatists with doubtful determinations to 
delightful dactylic discriptions. 
Edible...

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Binge Drinking For Nine Years!

My binge drinking began whenever I was twenty-one years old and began drinking because I was the only twenty-one year agnostic sober around me so I began drinking excessively and binging...

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10/4/21

It all started with one, now I need at least two
This is just the preview
People only there when they need you
Fast to deceive you
Such actions are see-through
I took off on a ski-doo
In the air debris...

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7/23/22

Unlike anyone
Can't be worried about none
Got to get it done
As well as have fun
Doing it all underneath the moon and sun
Took losses but mostly won
Carrying a gun
Weight on my shoulders light as a feather or...

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