Short Tipsy Poems
Short Tipsy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tipsy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tipsy by length and keyword.
tipsy night—
searching for the milky way
between double moons
Kashinath Karmakar
http://www.dailyhaiku.org/haiku/2014-december-17
TIPSY GYPSY
To be -
We’ll see!
Or not…
Forgot
My lines -
Drink wines
Tipsy
Gypsy
Steal show
Then go
10/23/2016
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Limerick : Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor
Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor
Took leash to be led by Labrador:
His Lady called him back -
Tied the tail on its back
But the dog turned tail behind the door.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Limerick : Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Up coco-nut tree with monkey wrench
He pumped her full toddy
Till Wench was tight giddy
But she hung on to ? nuts with wrench.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Toddling
stumbling
fumbling
tumbling
are some nights,like toddling stumbling child,
tipsy turvy fumbling tumbling mind.
© kashinath karmakar(17th August 2011)
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Placement:7th;(August 2011)
Contest:Tyburn
Sponsor:Dr.Ram Mehta
Tipsy, tipsy, trying to walk
First, I lost all my balance…
Then, I lost some words
Now, I can walk, but tipsy all the time
A partial stroke, will do this
Then, it is realized very quickly
- Just how important balance is -
*If my words come out wrong in poems at all, this is why.
Heidi Sands
2/6/20
Don’t tip this
Or that
Only tip your hat
If you tip a boat
It will tip over
You can’t tip
This or that but
You can tip
The waiter
You can also tap
Your shoes or
Tap a shoulder
Even tap your feet
But if you tap
Your fingers
Others are not pleased
So take a tip from me
Never sip a drink
From a tap
You will find
Yourself Tipsy
Tripped and tipsy,
He stumbled along,
He had taken it again,
And taken it full,
Usually he was drunk at night,
And tonight was no exception,
His brain was at ease,
And he thought no more,
For he could not make it work,
Reduced to vegetable be struggled to bed,
Before he fell asleep fast,
His brain just worked,
And he thought why does he take it all,
At last.
I remember times when
I would float on your vibes
We were still just friends,
Take everything in stride
Your voice kept me Zen
The ghost in my shattered mind
And the ink in my pen
You scream at me inside
Through memories I've held in
At least I know I tried
To be your perfect friend
But some things would rather hide
Inside the shell of inhibition,
My life is stuck in repetition