Short Hungover Poems

HUNGOVER 

 

My head is throbbing; celebrated last night – can't remember what...

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Got carried away
Boy, did it show the next day!
Hungover at dawn


Date written and posted: 08/15/2018...

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a hungover farmer went one day

to a blacksmith shop to buy some hay

please dont think this funny

for he had no money

and so went home less vertebrae.
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yesterday was last year,today clay promises lay broken upon the party floor,we awaken hungover to death crying as liquor induced wishes help us cope with this new year,are we mad dogs chasing our own tales?while San bernardino cries and Paris weeps....

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Snow 
falls
quickly
melting fast 
the grass hungover
heavy from winter's partying 

Sun
wakes
slowly
head pounding 
temperature up 
ready to dance with the flowers

blooms
grow
smiling
their eyes glow
holding a secret
Spring's big party is yet to come...

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shallow groves
of my mind 
tepid waters break 
over  and over
hollow thought
of you tonight
a car crash
in my life
never was sober
shallow groves
all your lies
insecurities
swallowed whole
i gave up 
when i ran
when you wake up
quite hungover
want to stay in bed...

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Twenty Seventeen

Who am I on January 2nd,
Am I who I was on November 1;
More dominoes have fallen,
How quickly, increasing, unceasing.

So deep in loneliness gripping;
Hungover without the wine,
And blind to what meditation 
Reveals quickly, and as quickly steals.

I rattle between the crash of symbols,
Concentration stolen away;
Who am I on January 2nd?
Let the future have its way....

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Tripped over your intoxication

of a darkly delivered potent punch

flowing in absurd contradictions,

wallowing mid drunkenly exhilarated

gulps of denial's cursed vintage,

swallowing elixir's exhales in a shot glass

engulfing reflection's accelerated fire,

bourgeois Machiavellianism slurs topped

off machinations' idiosyncratic delusions,

'twixt boozy sips of head game’s hungover ego...

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She slipped Inside my pillow and began to massage my temples,
I was a tad hungover, so a female ghost
from the distant past was most welcome.

Her fingertips felt as soft and as attentive as ever,
but when the sun came up
and the cold light shattered my eyes,

I forced myself to get out of bed
just to get away from her constant nagging.

....
Nota bene:  I sent the pillow back
to Mike Lindell, the ‘My Pillow’ guy....

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a little light in the eye searches for the illusion. 

grain alcohol filled apparitions stumble through the cornea
 seeking asylum from the light of day.  


no chance to forget now your birthplace a moment ago.
 
thin thin gravity round your head...


   a little darkness in a pair of sunglasses
    blinds the eye...... tints the bent hew.

   indiscrepant frames pass and wander away
 before the color can be deciphered....

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Walking halfway up a paths incline
I look back at my bungalow
there is a cow on my roof
(an optical illusion)
for the roof is overlooked
by a green hill,
and on that green hill 
black and white cows graze.

The wind-swept Bermuda shorts
on the back washing-line
are also trying to jump onto the roof,
but being still hungover from the night before
they will never make it.
The black and white cows
consider the flapping shorts soberly....

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I wake into the morning of my dreams,
swimming loosely from a mislead youth.
Oh, how I truly thought of loving, then
besieging it as life’s one only truth.

Sweet valentines bask in hearts of yore.
hungover in a scented lock,
gasping in a darkened room,
a one-time virgin’s passions,   blocked.

Holding youthful sorrows precious hopes,
preserved in steel to perish never,
pried open, lonely, drunken nights,
a sacred joy to live forever.




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A girl rotting
A girl alone

She is still for hours
She is still forgotten

A girl downtrodden
A girl down on her luck 

She is drunk on misery
She wakes hungover on woe

A girl runs on decaf
A girl sleeps away

She is ruined by the hope
She is stuck on pause

A girl with thought and drive
A girl without a way

She is shell of routine
She is but a memory

A girl running out
A girl ill with frustration

She is I
She is me


-s.grace
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Twenty third of September
two thousand nine.
A night to remember
intoxicated,
the casino smells of pine.
I have just turned twenty nine...

Loud, 
a mixed crowd.
Drinking,
gambling,
I'm in the smokers lounge.
Hunting, 
I'm a sex hound.
Thinking,
while dancing.
We make our rounds.

R&B sounds,
Coming from above.
Dancing with fury,
drinking without care.
Tomorrow is going to hurt,
hungover, 
alone in my lair


Jared Pickett
9/26/09
Asavvy1...

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Plink, plink, plink.
the tap drips in the sink,
the dishes left since saturday have now begun to stink!!

Tick, tick, tick,
The clock makes me feel sick,
I feel so bloody awful that in my seat i'll stick,
 
Thump, thump, thump,
my head's a toxic dump,
my stomach churns like crazy, my whole body's in a slump,

Why? why? why?
I feel like I could die
"I will never drink again" as usual I cry.

...............................................Til next time!!!!...

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The Tyburn wagon halts at every inn.
Tight stinking alleys
cobblestones and gin.
The condemned drink their fill,
none fear falling ill.
Harlots cackle and screech
the condemned grow horny.
The Hanging Tree accommodates
three at a time.
Six limbs a’ waving,
bladders and bowels voiding
- drink now to the dangling.
A canting debauchery
spends its copper penny.
Hungover Londoners swear
‘off the wagon,’
but look here comes another:
Pass the flagon!...

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Was it my fault
you lost your diamond earrings?
You said so.

A dozen hotel mornings,
packing again,
trying to meet itinerary deadlines
tightly coiled, breathless
hungover.

I might have scooped them
into a hotel room trash bin
in Rome, Geneva, Paris, or London;
you drop them anywhere,
or you may have left them
in one of a dozen vacated bathrooms.

Not that I am accusing you.
Try to relax, we are fully insured
for unforeseen eventualities
including divorce....

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