Short Drunk Poems
Short Drunk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Drunk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Drunk by length and keyword.
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HAIKU
It rained cats and dogs
My begonia bit the dust!
Dead-drunk begonia!
Leap line
Wives whine
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November 15, 2022
Contest : A New Haiku, Footle, Tanka
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Summer Hiku 34
jasmine flowers in bloom
fragrance fills my room~
drunk with perfume.
Life has its drink,
Busting out,
For every occasion,
Cheers,
I'll have a sip,
For I can,
Afford it,
To be.
Drunk I Got
Drunk I got
With your kisses
And double the happiness
Before my eyes
I see!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
23 December 2012
I've been drinking from the bottle.
There's no point in a glass
Since they shattered all against the wall
The night I saw you last.
I woke up one late afternoon
My head did feel like a balloon
Outside on the grass
Was an awful mass
My friend was as drunk as a loon
If in your sleepy & drunk state, you do grab his TASER before he does do what he threatened - taser you - keep running. Do not look back.
Behold Max the Drunk!
He likes to steal my whiskey
when my back is turned.
Winner 1st Place: Cat Senryu, JCB Brul (Sponsor), 5/14/26
As happiness now, Johnson thunk,
Requires that a fellow be drunk,
Pursuing the happy,
A literate chappy,
So happy became that he stunk.
posh pink pachyderms
perceptively perusing
paleology
James Horn's Elegant Elephants made me think of this
the dust around him
he has not seen many things
the drunk redneck bull
his irony legs
both got a lick of work done--
cocoon of debris
He can't sleep without alcohol.
What else can you expect from an old alcoholic but boasting!?
Staggering left and right and burning incense.
He said:-"I pester when I'm drunk, alas! "-
And blushed like boy at the same time.
She took in hurry couples glass,
Some vodka, whiskey, wine.
The drunk man had too much to drink
Even down to the kitchen sink
Fell out on the floor
But he still wanted more
Woke-up an his body was stink
Cider
Slider
Whiskey
Frisky
Pink gin
Head spin
Beer cheer
Eyes blear
Fine wine
Supine
Big head
Feel dead
Rethink
The drink
I’m staring at the empty bottles
On the floor. It’s time I start doing
Something, anything, to help you.
I call your name but, you will not reply.
Life’s punches - roll with ‘em or get bowled over - your choice
Either way, you still have to pick yourself up
Inspired by Brian Strand's Contest
If drinking they’d rarely abuse
They might get away with a snooze
But choosing to binge
Makes them ill and they cringe
Confused at the end of the cruise
Me in a funk
Call me drunk
They say I stunk
Just like a skunk
Pac me away in a trunk
She calling me a hunk
I don’t think that bunk
Wooo hoooo!
Like a helpless child he was taken
Could not be roused even after being shaken
Like one recently deceased
Even when gently carried
Like the dead away he was taken
A lonely well, clear
A nurse besides stands
The sorry state of losing pro
Angst, fury and fear fight for brow
Tears gleam running after
Twin coppers sinking low.
I already feel a little tipsy
And yet i have thoughts to drawn
Countless sips and i am feeling drowsy
A m no more of a restricted self
I m willing to let things go
Drunk coffee's fine
Drunk coffee's mine
Drunk coffee spares a burl
half past dying
Drunk coffee sits
Drunk coffee waits
Drunk coffee spares a life
half past dates
He should never have stepped in the ring
Because he had no talent to bring
Even though he battled
His brain just got rattled
And now he can't remember a thing