Short Liquored Poems
Short Liquored Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Liquored by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Liquored by length and keyword.
Footsteps in the hall
Hiding in my darkened room
Smell his liquored breath
Please don't daddy, I'll be good
Please don't hurt me any more
Liquored up, Churchill liked to converse.
Talking politics, Winston would curse:
“All democracy’s trash!
We don’t act: we rehash.
But the other ‘arrangements' are worse."
only trash can blow
on the prickly pavement
no mind is
not precious
no flesh can blow.
a women with three
teeth and liquored breathe,
and carrying a sleeping
bag can
never blow
to everyone,
here is a soul
can they not cry?
can they not see day?
they roam the streets, with
freedom and pain
I pour my heart,
for everyone's jeans
are stained
Baby bat was somehow on the loose
the day he got into the liquored pumpkin juice
his head was swimming, his eyes were crossed
He was snizzled and snozzled, kind of lost
I will never drink this orange stuff again
he told his best friend, a black cat named Finn
Finn plied him with coffee which sobered him up.
He was irritable after his fifteenth cup.
Writings my love, and so are you.
I need both, yet most of all you.
My emotions, I . . . can keep hid.
Since I’ve known you, that’s all I did.
Now lost you are and blank I am.
So, to be sure you won’t know them.
When I’m liquored or when I’m me.
Apathetic, I shall always be.
I do not know what else to write.
For no more words I see in sight.
Its times like this when I sit and think,
Who would really miss me if I left for good?
Would anybody care or just shrug it off?
It feels like I can barely breathe.
So I will get liquored up and go for a walk,
And I will end up in the same place like I always do,
Standing on this roof looking at the view.
There is no way out for me.
This is my last breath.
I put one foot over the edge and the other follows suit.
I’m finally free.
Fruit and nut i n f u s e d , so
flavourful and liquored.
Favorite Christmas TREAT !
Flour, nuts, fruit combined, and
for three weeks B R A N D Y laced.
Frosty cream top- a real,
family TRADITION.
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December 10, 2016
Poetry/Pleiades/Verse/Fruitcake
Copyright Protected, ID 16-856-900-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, My Merry Christmas Party
Pleiades Contest, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Third Place