Short Slurred Poems
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Dripping
through lines
without any edges,
your slurred speech paints
watercolors.
eyes slurred dews cherry
kisses and masturbations
a high school story
(c) rajat kanti chakrabarty
10 December, 2014
As family détente grew eroded,
In the kitchen Mom cooked and got loaded.
Dad yelled, Mildred, the bird!
I forgot! she wine-slurred
And next moment the turkey exploded.
Queenly green wings cover
Quivering red belly.
Quick to find holes in trees,
Quiet there for safety.
Quite vocal while mating,
Quaver slurred notes in songs.
Quaint bird of Mayan cult.
She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!
The Drunkard staggered into a bar
And slurred that he just wrecked his car
He added, "Wha th' hell,
Isle... zit 'ere ...az-spell..."
Then he sang while he banged his guitar!
Bob’s rival growled, “Shoot out—high noon!
You’re gonna be dead very soon.”
Then Bob showed up high
at noon fit to fly
and slurred “Wh-which way’s the saloon?”
May 4, 2022
entered in Joseph May's High Noon Poetry Contest
I found today
I found a start
Along the way
I found my heart
I felt the pace
I felt the beat
I saw her face
I felt the heat
I fumbled nouns
I fumbled verbs
I mispronounced
I slurred my words
I felt her hand
Caress my face
I understand
I found my place
I dreamed I was in Café Terrace with Toulouse-Lautrec.
We were downing glass after glass of orange triple sec.
And quite drunk, he muttered something that shocked me so ~
he slurred he'd eaten the ear of Vincent van Gogh!
And I jolted awake ~ sunflower bedsheet wrung around my neck.
Amber alerts won’t find you
Diction slurred because you use
Drugs enough to kill you dead
Indigo soul please clear your head
Carry your heart to the Son
Two bullets shot from your gun
In denial that you need help
Onyx crack smile and ill health
Not even your child can make you care
Tell me today, how did you know
what's in my mind?
Thought none can find
my feeling; I will never show.
Uttered no word,
unsaid thoughts slurred.
Didn't have any courage to speak.
Still, you could read
mind; made me freed.
Spoke to me; Yes i'll not be meek.
~x~
The loudmouth cowboy was challenged by an inebriated Doc Holiday.
"Draw your weapon sir," slurred the doc, "I'm your huckleberry."
"You're drunk as a skunk," said the cowboy, "probably seeing double too."
Mr Holiday responded, "Yes sir, that is very true,
but I have two guns,.. one for each of you."
A nerd slurred a word unheard, to be his preferred password.
A bird flew over a furred herd, be-gird by a Kurd.
He stirred and blurred, to a curd a third of turd.
But undeterred he spurred the transferred word, to be heard and conferred.
To reword the inferred referred word, to be deferred is just absurd.
Perhaps, oh maybe, oh darn, I can’t remember
My mind it really seems to have turned blank
I think that’s what your very beauty does to me
But I can’t remember if it’s you I have to thank
My words, they’re often slurred on their arrival
For when saying them to you, so nervous be
So maybe, I can write them for your reading
But, yet my mind is blank and set them free
You will not abandon me,
but kill me gently
reciting a hymn.
As if the speech was slurred,
after the encounter.
Time. It was not yours, not mine.
Punctuated again in
less moon,
I am searching the frozen lake.
Unuttered gratitude. I
will not submit the ultimate.
Barrier reef was rising.
I sit alone
down the lane.
Waiting for the sunset.
Satish Verma
Like a size-too-large shoe; it does not fit true
IRREGARDLESS of who? Good lord, that won't do!
Preachers will preach it and good teachers teach it
Politicians used it; lawyers abused it
Rhodes Scholars quoted it; speechwriters wrote it
Musicians note it and gossipers float it
It's rather absurd how our English is slurred
In case you haven't heard: There AIN'T NO SUCH WORD!!
25 Sense (an original song)
I won’t die
But I killed my yellow bird
A shot I never heard
Covered by my sigh
When I didn’t keep my word
I don’t buy
Yet I billed the scene I slurred
With the weight of a silent word
I drug a head held high
Now I sigh
Though it’s making me tired
I’m inspired to inspire
I won’t lie
I’ve been such a liar
Why have I been so afraid to try?
Form:
I don't feel to great
take a look at my heart rate
don't know why I'm in this panicked state
is it from my overthinking
zoned out I have to start blinking
everything just passes by
your talking I'll try to reply
my speech can be slurred
I understand if you don't catch every word
just don't push me away
my mouth has a slight delay
so give me time to have my say
it always depends on the day
Fictitious families
Dysfunctional means
Compromised children
Capricious teens
Serrated self-loathing
Culling scarred skin
Dapper diagnoses
Dulling depression’s din
Psychotropic pulses
Sedentary screams
Subjugated subjects
Catharsis of dreams
Dusk dawning
In convenience’s vanity
Vociferous voices
Pilfering sedated sanity
Slurred smiles
Lithium lies
Hanging from vestiges
Suicide survives
March wind
Written: by Tom Wright
7-9-2016
You roared and howled throughout the day,
And late your voice is reduced to a whisper.
Content that at dusk you’ve had your say,
But your slurred voice was never crisper.
Now the willow branches marginally sway,
And your potential, at present, is hushed.
I observe the stillness at the close of day,
Taking note of the objects you’ve crushed.
Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…
I shot a comment slick as grease
to some unprecedented piece.
It flew with speed to poet’s box
and landed there - a sack of rocks.
Though my intent wasmto improve,
the worthy bard wasmnot so moved.
He flashed me back a few choice words.
His perfect poem I had slurred.
My tattered ego hit delete
and now the processnis complete.
While bruise for bruise, the damage done -
the proof of his reply is gone.
written 05-26-2014
Late at night, I scream out in
pain.
Not on the outside, on the in.
My heart has turned black and
cold since you left my side.
It burns my chest and I just
have to cry.
It leaves my eyes swollen up,
my face twisted, my words
slurred.
I go through this every night.
I will go on through this never ending
agony until you come back to me.
I know deep down inside you never
will.
So late at night, I'll still scream
out in pain.
Form:
Like a cork bobbing, thrown about
upon the waves by frenzy spurred
my train of thought zoomed in and out,
I tried to focus: last words, slurred,
so near…so far…I swirled in doubt.
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Sicilian Quintain: rhyme sequence: a. b. a. b. a.
Five Word Challenge Contest
Prompt words: tried, far, train, upon, cork
Hosted by Beth Evans
© 30th November 2019
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I'm a rotting shell of stupidity...