Short Hangover Poems
Short Hangover Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hangover by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hangover by length and keyword.
the Sea drinks no booze
why then It has hangover
if drinks pure water
Sammy went out on a lark
sailing his boat in the dark
and while he got drunk
his little boat sunk
so his hangover went to the shark
poor ole paddy has the big head
because of twelve thirty one he said
had too many drinks
passed out he thinks
glad he woke up not dead
garden hands caress
herbal scents intoxicate
sharp bee sting sobers
Copyright, July 1, 2017
All Saints Day implore
praying away the spirits
drunk the night before
***
I've hoisted too many Haikus
backed by several Senryus
My Questionku it would seem
where to point Monoku stream
and where to dump Dodoitsus
Wearing a LAMPSHADE when I woke from this bed
All sorts of pounding still in my head
Need some grease
A HANGOVER release
Oh how I think I'd be better off dead
There was a diva from Vancouver
Her car was a Octane blue Lancer
Modelling was her passion
Day came, to show fashion
She lay in bed due to a hangover!
feeling mummified
someone sucked out your insides
you wish you were dead
***
we stood tall
watch the ball
fall
than we started to party
don't go far when to a bar
start to drink
and wink
i got drank in my clover
ended with a
NEW YEARS HANGOVER
was a newyear gas
thinking how it last
it got started
we party
all night lone
the music set tone
we drink and stink
was newyear clover
end up
with a
NEWYEARS HANGOVER
we jam eate ham
party all night long
we get it on
it begin at midnight
it years end bright lights
watch the fall
from the wall
it was a real clover
left us with a
HANGOVER
a hangover is natures way
of reminding us that our bodies
do not always agree with
what our minds have decided to do
One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
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7/29/19
I hear him vomiting in the toilet;
a hangover, recall
when he would crawl,
baby drool hung on a dopy grin.
I'm frying breakfast eggs for us.
He tilts back his chair,
looking at me, with my own
-eating smile.
At lunch
A hunch
An idea
Drink beer
Bad choice
Beery voice
Spinning head
Need bed
Got undressed
Feeling stressed
Seeing double
Big trouble
Next morning
No warning
Hangover disappeared
I cheered
I hear him vomiting in the toilet;
a hangover, recall
when he would crawl,
baby drool hung on a dopy grin.
I'm frying breakfast eggs for us.
He tilts back his chair,
looking at me, with my own
S...-eating smile.
i'm in a muppet mood today ~
suffering from a persisting hangover
i woke up silly stuffed and wabbly
goofy looney and scatterbrained
with bulging eyes and a bad hairday
even my voice sounded bizarre
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
New Year
Drinks Beer
Gets drunk
Heads clunk
Drink over
Hangover
Feels sick
Loo quick!
Is ill
Needs Pill
To bed
Sore head
Morning
Dawning
Feels sad
Looks bad
Want drink…
Rethink!
1st January 2015
The faux fury has subsided
the acrid smell of pseudo battle
awakens wary sparrows
unsure of the victor
silence does not quell
the hangover
nor daylight erase
the blackout
of whiskey'd warriors
snoring on weeping lawns
John G. Lawless
7/5/2020
There was once a careful old man called Chanday
who drank beer only on a chosen Sunday
many visits to toilet
never let trousers get wet
without water, couldn’t clear stomach on Monday.
March 30, 2021
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Sponsor : Brian Strand
He holds my name as a reason for his blush,
I wear his smile as my tiara.
He annoys like a little tom;
Still he makes sure that my tears won't fall.
He is my hangover;
But I am his insomnia.
We never confessed we love each other;
And still we are together.
Signs of life now
Still alive,man,somehow
Post comotose stirring
Emerge from cognizant blurring
The dead are raised from these very stones
With regrets untold, unknown
Dread the punishing sun
As it cracks our weary bones
/(I know the rhyme cantor is so uneven lol)\
Form:
Santa went out last night dressed as the Grinch.
Partied too much got into a tight pinch.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Bells ringing, threaten with deer's reins to lynch.
11/13/2022
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Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Why do I do it.
Why with each dime I get,
Do I conveniently forget
My promise to myself,
To stop, to do something else.
I can’t, but believe I can.
My belief is lost,
When money finds my hand.
This is the last.
I swear. No more.
The hangover fades.
Why do I do it restored.
Swallow the amber bubbles
To chase away my troubles
In alcohol fuelled dreams
But tomorrow, I see it doubles!
Thunder temples
Lightning eyes
Sweaty body
Ouch, I cries!
Face as green as clover
As my body I turn over
This poor little beer rover
With his blissful hangover!