Sloshed Poems - Poems about Sloshed

... After all, life is but a twisted tale, Of trying blue; to weigh us, if model. To find happy rest in all we travail... Winnings, everyone continually tail, Unleash cheats and deceits of sh*ts ......Read More

...I. Zack stared out on the Indian Ocean through which the adventure cruise made its way, they were near the famed Andaman Islands, and would probably reach them the next day. He’d paid extra ca......Read More

...Hardly venture into such verse. In her bedroom, she wrote her curse. She despised bright pupils at Yale. If water drops could tell their tale. She went on long walks in the d......Read More

...Here lies the last of the brood Though always sloshed, never rude Fame and fortune eluded him So, he filled himself up to the brim Always there when we would call He died from drinkin......Read More

...I joined the army employment-sake; He did the same too; I from India; He from Pakistan; though both blooms new; Countries sought enmity; we looked for eternal friendship, We're no traitors; advoca......Read More

...The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze. In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed and swished along the timeworn jetty wall. The bay was sparkling i......Read More

...‘Tiny’ Bawb Always Wins His Fights - (in “Phonetically-Edited" Rhyme - for my Brit and Ausie Mites) Just before the Ausie, ‘Tiny’ Bawb, commenced to swingin’...tryin’ t......Read More

...I put to you a tale of two sheep tepidly beside themselves with fraught. Now who was who and which was which... It simply matters not. But suffice to say, they were both dismayed For the amelior......Read More

...I float through the air, amazed at how cool I am feeling Landing on the top of an oak. She lets me slide through her trees. I ooze under a couple of ants, who give me barely a glance. I am from he......Read More

...Villanelles The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. Villanelle: The Divide by Michael R. Burch The sea was not salt the first tide... was man born ......Read More

...Regret by Michael R. Burch Regret, a bitter ache to bear . . . once starlight languished in your hair . . . a shining there as brief as rare. Regret . . . a pain I chose to bear ......Read More

...A golden halo crested jagged peaks, It’s kiss of morning splendour Tasted like a Valley-fruit cocktail; Yellow-orange fire rising over the glass, And, full to the brim, sloshed streaks Down the ......Read More

...Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together. They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather. When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join the fu......Read More

...No, no It’s not any Premature celebration, But just some fun, When everyone’s so sick Of this pandemic. So, ‘What are the cheers for?’ You may rightly ask. But then, isn’t it a task To stand......Read More

...Many dry seasons have passed since his last drink John retrieved himself from a slow deadly brink Gone are the wretched times he puked in the sink But he remembers the vile vomit coloured in......Read More