Tipsy Poems - Poems about Tipsy

...“We may think of freedom, not as the right thing to do, but as the opportunity to do what is right.” ~~Peter Marshall~~ "Need I say this was inspired by the t......Read the rest...

...Have you ever been forgetful When you're busy with a lot on your mind As I do from time to time Or just like me a scatterbrain Like talking on the phone too long And it ends up being a costly ......Read the rest...

...Fantasy 2-22-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Parade At midnight dawn my mind escapes parting the stars Making my way to a summerland torchlight parade Where grand marshal......Read the rest...

...To celebrate a special day, I went out with my spouse, Having dinner in a place we like A few blocks from our house. My drink of choice is beer But they do not serve IPA’s* So Sangria’s what ......Read the rest...

... The sunlight streams through the windowpane Casting a rainbow around my newborn In her bassinet as she sleeps. Brightening my world with flickering magic. Her silky blonde curls gl......Read the rest...

...The bass line slips, in melody of you, rhythm’s eclipse, control askew, glass mouths cling, to every line, whispering, sublime, tipsy light, in our eyes, of crescent bright, lullabies. ......Read the rest...

... Music is an undying art of soul ~ an abstract eden, where, euphonious unicorns glide in strawberry sonatas, amplifying rhapsody in ballads of flight, when fuchsia feathers tease......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...I lost the sticks To play my drum Missing a fist So, yes a thumb Still have a head Though am real flawed With a bent lever That moved my jaw Missing those things Is a pet peeve Since wa......Read the rest...

...New York City is like a cobblestone symphony, where jackhammers and footsteps form the rhythmic timpani, sirens and honking taxis, are the cymbals, that provide sudden bursts of energy, traffic’s ......Read the rest...

...Saw thee, silly moon, smiling at me, Let us dance before dawn drives us away, Imbue this night with fanciful folly, Each breath a hurricane of moraless sway. Stars twinkle their tiny toes in ......Read the rest...

...what is clear when the fog clears, the fog that makes you tipsy, the dizzy feeling of falling… there are stars of the past, the fallen angels - we don’t call them angels.......Read the rest...

...It was the Eve before Christmas, every tree covered in snow, Bonnie was walking Plato her poodle, conscious to keep to the road, As she nonchalantly walked, she thought of Derrick her Danish beau, ......Read the rest...

...My drunkard muse can be a curse. Pouring shots full of poetry, craving a sober history. Tipsy rhymes reverb in reverse, so ink's teetotal in free verse. ......Read the rest...

...Falling back together refulgent it’s like we are courting again; Eyes lively we are so content tipsy with the renewed passion; I would like to stay here a while, rapturous; Fractal love t......Read the rest...