Drunkenness Poems

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

Libration Of The Moon

Libration Of The Moon long poem

Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing

Poems containing references to : Drunkenness

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere short poem

On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was

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A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part-i)

A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (part i) long poem

Amazing and awesome dream you are, I wish this dream coming true tomorrow, With new hopes of enthusiasm and exuberance, When the Sun is curious to rise in the morning. Beautiful and becoming you are for me, That always reflect

Best Friend

Best Friend short poem

Dear best friend .. you are the best thing , that ever happened to me Dear best friend.. you are the one, who always listens me. Dear best friend.. you are the one, who never gets angry on me. Dear

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil prose poem

After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy

Falling In Love

Falling In Love short poem

In love with you was never easy; I fell for you and landed flat on my face. We fall and became undone, lacking in trust; Love echoes inside each and every one of us. We try to believe, but life

My heart is always Running

My heart is always Running short poem

My heart is always running It’s always on a rough path And I always hope it doesn’t trip and fall It already has fallen so many times But always getting up Always running Because it’s a heart that doesn’t stop

Hawaiian Fantasy In Blue

Hawaiian Fantasy In Blue short poem

Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. House made of grass and leaves, And bamboo. Waves of

Eight

Eight short poem

Amongst these thriving shadows, Those shades cimmerian, My aspirations turn to ashes. Multitudes of darkness, Ascend. My hope dying in it’s wake, This darkness assumes itself. In this perpetual mourning, This anguish, This butcher of souls, Slays. Unassailable ordeals, Absolve.

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

Maple Leaf

Maple Leaf prose poem

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,

Thousand Wounds

Thousand Wounds prose poem

Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in

Rain

Rain prose poem

The Managing Director of tears How are you today? I want to ask you this question And I’ll like you to give me an answer Don’t you have other jobs apart from crying? Why do you like to cry anytime

Eighteen Today

Eighteen Today short poem

I am eighteen today I am on quest to the end point I am a gambler, no regret I am not a coward neither soldier My hope goes on ever since. It was my dream,to enjoy It was my hope,to

Why My Assignment Was Late

Why My Assignment Was Late short poem

Oh procrastination How you’ll be the death of me You get worse and worse the closer I get to graduation I guess we’ll just have to wait and see If you get me put on academic probation After you arrived,

Abandoned

Abandoned short poem

the punctuations start crumbling a soldier falls to coyotes this was their space a moon was sitting in waiting room inhabiting war at a defining moment it was a fatal attack from the guards impersonal ripping through the passions to

Fixation

Fixation long poem

Conjunction, a simultaneous junction. A mouth with only one function. Complete and utter destruction. Grown up in a black holed suction. No protection. A personal reconstruction through words and action. Put an end to all distractions. Fixation. Concentration. Hate that

Cut Me And I Bleed You

Cut Me And I Bleed You short poem

I’ve been thinking about you whilst running through the fire of life, As I’m drinking in your nectar and dying inside. This sacrificed soul, so soulfully rejected so many times, Is still thoughtfully asking itself why I must cry, Tears

Disaster And After

Disaster And After short poem

What is the relevance now to live for a cause? Epicenter has changed. They were altering the human gene. Butterflies, the lips of squealing babies. I was very fond of monarchs, flying in huge clouds, settling like a drizzle on

Love

Love short poem

Black is strong Black is pure Black believes Black portraits her beauty love by all Black she is she was the one that said wasn’t it love, you said changes a man’s state send him yearning weeping yet laughin’ wasn’t

Life Became A Poetry

Life Became A Poetry short poem

When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,

Aids/HIV: Will I Live?

AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.

Nepotism

Nepotism short poem

Like illegitimate sons becoming nephews. Stay with me I have lost my ink. An underground knife cuts you to wrist, you bleed on paper. It was a tip of trust failure after a wake up call by a loner; the

For Chinua

For Chinua elegy

A seven gun salute for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder. I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw

Stand By Me

Stand By Me short poem

Now I bend my knees, from my heart I plead to your honour please, for you to stand by me. At times I stumble and fall, like a crumbling wall but I stay humble and call, for you to stand

Community Vitality

Community Vitality ode

Community divisions Shatter all livings Trust, respect and honor One and each other You do not need a donor You need a good mother Kids would learn by watching Much more than they learn by listening The value of trust

Magic Pots

Magic Pots short poem

You can tell a poet by the way she hands out pens to fill up forms where they ask you if you own any guns And the way she sits on the park bench letting the rough concrete feel her

Lungs Of The Earth

Lungs Of The Earth short poem

You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel By absorbing odors, trees help to level You inhale fresh air To this, trees provide a lions’ share You exhale exhaust of the body Which the trees take into custody Trees inhale

Damned

Damned short poem

Discarded, on a heap of broken ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an award, for biting the snake. Who was pulling the strings? The temper of a black moon beguiles the sun. The green-pathway was hidden under the rock. Who was

The Death Of Me

The Death Of Me short poem

I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine

1.after Plath: Hanging God

1.after Plath: Hanging God short poem

I could cause a root to bloom or a bird to plummet in showers that drenches my pallid skin a toe or a foot The uneasiness that pecks me the dullness that I wear my skin, is you The darkness

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

Sacrifice

Sacrifice short poem

Isn’t it funny how much we’re willing to sacrifice to find the love that lasts forever, but in the end is that really what you find? More of a deeper and to the heart question is, Is what you find

Salutation

Salutation prose poem

Hail to you o majestic mountain Bedecked with the crown of snow-capped peaks You seem to dominate the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated in the sky . Blessed with heavenly grace and charm Surrounded by an aura from

Woman

Woman prose poem

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

Voices Sing In Spring

Voices Sing In Spring ballad

Sing voices sweetly sing sweet voices sing. for all the earth is listening, to voices sing in spring. Nature dresses in a fresh new gown, with colors of a rainbow crown, sweet voices sing Mother nature is nurturing the Earth

Thor

Thor long poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Love is a strange thing

Love is a strange thing short poem

Love is a strange thing, lies coiled up like a snake, its fangs to sink, it’s a beast that lies dormant, benign in its demeanor, first blood to draw, for years I have wandered, with just the feel of its

The Full Circle

The Full Circle long poem

Seeking a bride at my ripe age Getting married amidst near and dear feeling as a special person in the groom’s attire Humming those romantic tunes holding her hand experiencing the heavenly feeling at our honeymoon decorating our little hamlet