Slurred Poems - Poems about Slurred

...Bartender Somewhat listening Pour another drink Another sad story to tell 5 O’Clock somewhere After hours A sad break up Hard day at work Problems echo Room spinning Regrets climb......

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...They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her la......

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...For the rush of water through pipes For the sounds of Saviour's screaming For the gentle touch of night It is a play toy for madmen With children's voices silenced Listen For a door silently......

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... Swirling my slurred thots around and ‘round and ‘round with my miniature blue plastic sword ......

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...bottles clink like keys to hell's doors, my hands shook before they stilled in gin, first it was a love affair— warm whiskey whispers on cold nights, the booze bloomed, and I rode the flame like......

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...Darkness walked quickly to me from its abodes, Silence of the night then dealt me a heavy blow, Except for the loud scary croaks of flirting toads, And some short sharp chirps of birds on trees ne......

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...Date: August 2025 Mama Lucinda spoke with Delilah and Mallory briefly Regarding Damian's 50th birthday celebration. While Damian was across the road visiting with DJ and the Rest of the ol......

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...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 denia......

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...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......

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...Indeed, I declare, I have seen God. However, He emerged and vanished. I was climbing up the hillock to visit the deity. Noticed an aged-man with scraggy structure Sitting cross-legged on the ver......

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...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......

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...Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane- burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind persevered; untainted discovery by fooli......

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...Mesmerized by her presences I stumbled am nd slurred when she spoke to me she had created a character that was impervious to rejection and feeling unwanted But she didn't know she could put h......

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... I fell in love with a Drunken Poet When with light My Grail He fills Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill With Rhymes and reasons salutations Filled so full, Colorful My i......

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...Good Vibrations It’s been one year, three months and two days, since Floyd last rode his Harley. Damn stroke! His F-ing left leg don’t work and he barely grips with his left hand. Sh......

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