Drunk Poems

Drunk poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of drunk poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on drunk are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock short poem

My lips are black, I am drunk on the hemlock, preferred by you – my life. I am still in love with pain. What not, the trial tried to break my resistance. I will walk on my hands paraplegic legs

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Moon

Moon short poem

another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,

Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

Well you swear up and down this morning I told you I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you last night… Well I must have been drunk off my ass and desperate to get

Life’s Mystique

Lifes Mystique short poem

The one who is drunk do come and stay put while the one who is not drunk sure will come but stay away There is no need to take life seriously dear because none can leave the world without dying

Poems containing references to : Drunk

Ditched Love

Ditched Love long poem

She was madly in Love with me so was I in Love with her We were couple made for each other A whirl wind of gossip swept away our bonded love A simple misunderstanding wreck havoc in our life She

Freddy The Flea

Freddy The Flea long poem

Freddy the flea moved in here with me, and his family were queued up behind. I said ‘it’s a cheek’, but he looked pretty bleak, so I said c’mon in’ ‘cos I’m kind. In they all trotted, and now they

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

Flesh and Blood and Feelings

Flesh and Blood and Feelings long poem

I am flesh and blood and feelings Amongst other things.. But I am first and most importantly flesh.. skin, bones, muscles, blemishes, pimples, scars freckles, moles, and dry skin and blood – running through my veins, gushing out of scraped

Ode to Neruda

Ode to Neruda ode

Ode to Pablo Neruda There are poets of the day, the sun, the stones, in whose words, the world is a caged bird, that has forgotten its wings. They repeatedly tell us facts that we just can’t refute. And there

Girl talk

Girl talk long poem

That boy who broke your heart? Don’t try to push him out of your life. It won’t happen like that. Stalk him. Visit his Facebook page every day. Be jealous when he puts up updates of hanging out with women

I Don’t Know Why

I Dont Know Why long poem

I already know Me and you, together we belong But if you want to let the others know About the rise and the fall About drunk night beatings because of telephone calls Of emotions and emptiness Yes my mind is

These streets

These streets short poem

Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to

Confess

Confess short poem

We should have played truth or dare instead we played confess. This was down in the mildew basement mother-in-law apartment an unrented rental in a suburb notorious for its decline of population. Confess someone would say and point. It would

An Atheist’s Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation

An Atheists Portraiture Of God As The Poet Of Creation long poem

In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before

You Were Never There

You Were Never There elegy

You were never there… Even when I knew my eyes Could see you there before me When I awoke for the first time And I saw the world and all the moments left to come. You were never there… As

Grief

Grief long poem

All the talk, murmurs rushing from room to room anxious dogs unable to please, dark clothes, suppressed expressions, napkins and finger foods piling up, glasses clinking in the kitchen sink with no one around just the weight of all those

War Dreams

War Dreams prose poem

She builds booby traps from paper clips And ration cans while her GI lover Blows smoke rings But around here a confession constitutes A conviction even if your mouth is full of gold And yet she admits to nothing But

Tattoos

Tattoos short poem

You crawled under my skin Like a needle for a tetanus shot But who knew That that needle would turn into a blade Causing me to be Unstable Untrustworthy Unfriendly You changed me for the better Until you became the

Tarnished Nights

Tarnished Nights short poem

Though you’re laughing and dancing, in front of the looking glass, deaf ears can’t hear your whispering, I’m emanating your sadness. Lure them with my elder names while you’re seeking the cradle. Spin, spin around, live the dreams, be drunk,

The Human Lenses

The Human Lenses long poem

You are a concave lens you diverge light rays, Your rays travel infinite on the unseen ways, You travel and travel very high, very high, Infinity is your fate where you die with a sigh, Virtual are images that you

Knuckled Down

Knuckled Down short poem

Fearing the haze of ending this body does not behave now. Puppet show was over. Punch – drunk we move amidst the psychopaths, who were foraging the aroma from armpits. Loincloths hanging on the strings to strangle the pigeons. Everything

Her New Tattoo

Her  New Tattoo short poem

Softly butterflies flutter by Your fingers tracing down my spine Chemistry sweet between us two Through it all, eyes say I want you Your fingers tracing down my spine Smoking coals now lead to fire Through it all, eyes say

Manifestations Of The Soulless Body

Manifestations Of The Soulless Body ode

I apologize the Sun did not rise my side of the Earth. Else I would have invited you into my house And we would have drunk white wine with ice by the fire place. Know you not the absence of

Angels And Demons

Angels And Demons short poem

Don’t stop me let me get drunk all night Want to forget you just let me fight With all my angels and demons inside They never let me drop your memories behind Let me smoke and get high These cigarette

Narragansett

Narragansett ode

Feathery snow on tree bough gently shades, the closing dark, wind through silent oak, shadow’s stretch reaching o’er the twilight glades an ever constant curdling chill evoke! Frozen cheek, bitter cold and deadly still lest fear betray the haven of

Our Room

Our Room prose poem

Pondering yonder sitting alone in littered room, stuff piled as if to hide our despair in stains on the carpet. the night we got so drunk spilling red wine on the floor like the blood that ran from my knuckles

The Huntress

The Huntress short poem

There’s no reason to care I, am just a ghost No one special Merely trivial The one you call upon at night I make you come alive Though I, am just a ghost Not the keeper Some kind of lover

Smell Of Nothing

Smell Of Nothing short poem

Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers

Lake Of Love

Lake Of Love short poem

In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Ancient Love Story

Ancient Love Story prose poem

At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves

Beverage

Beverage long poem

You could say that some people are a diverse beverage of preferences; some are mixed, some are stirred, and others are even shaken. Your dad’s anger reminds you of a mixed coke and rum, but his passion reminds you of

The Female Of The Species

The Female Of The Species short poem

the watch tore the hair from his wrist he could smell coconut shampoo as in the time he’d been left to his sisters’ tender mercies they’d gone after him tweezers and paint prettied him up like a trout that had

Farewell

Farewell short poem

They will not allow the assisted suicide. The beetles; fiery and drunk. After the betrayal of arithmetic, the spiral staircase. Fireflies set foot on the skies to measure the darkness. The fire between us, of burning fat, of thousand years,

If I Had Wings

If I Had Wings long poem

IF I HAD WINGS I’d be with you tonight I wasn’t looking for love when I found you But now you are the biggest part of my life Oh so IF I HAD WINGS I’d take you to The stars

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee

So Much Over A Cup Of Coffee short poem

It is said to have goodness, It could be enjoyed with or without sweetness. Having coffee is the time, To discuss issues which are prime. Watching children play, Or granny flaunting the pot she made out of clay. Putting a

On The Rocks

On The Rocks short poem

I’ve blown some rocks and now I’m chillin’, An’ around my head my thoughts are swillin’, It’s a warmin’ cool without a doubt, So good when lighten’d up an’ mellow’d out. In dear drugs I find solace, not cheap friends!

And Like A Spoon, I Fell

And Like A Spoon, I Fell short poem

She felt my thirst. Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air. I had no idea what was about to happen. The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life. I felt comfort in her hands. The places that

Outsider

Outsider short poem

Nothing to look forward I return my gifts today. Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness. I was nowhere in the circle of untruths, the pain was slipping inside and self-denial took its toll. Nomad in exile for the

Broken Pencil

Broken Pencil long poem

The joke’s on you if you can’t see the truth But what did I expect from someone who sees a god in the sky When all he wants to do is kill and die You took the words out of

The Redemption

The Redemption short poem

When all the leaves are brown And the sky ought to turn grey The silence blankets over I ain’t afraid of a thousand eyes If I have five hundred smiles But it seem so uncanny, so errie That old nick is