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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Hope

Hope short poem

Between the changed and the unchanged Is a horizon unseen, Where you reach for the un-felt. Someday I will meet you there. To un-live myself in you.

The Beauty Of Winter

The Beauty Of Winter long poem

The cold air seeped down with no heart, What was once a sea of beauty and life, Now had been turned to a grave of white and death, The city had almost all but stopped living too. Morning turned to

Unabused

Unabused short poem

The bone line travels from flesh to flesh, tears into blood. I was not crude, not blunt. Dew teasers, were my guests with luggage of pain, ready to dip to taste the language of surrender. There was no acrimony between

Testimony Of The Broken

Testimony Of The Broken long poem

When we’re born, we’re born into darkness. Only seeking earthly desires, seeking to be fulfilled by temporary things. But then, You began that walk of life with me. Everywhere I looked with my young eyes, You were always there right

A Ten-minute Prayer

A Ten minute Prayer short poem

One minute, I took a deep breath. Two minutes, I move my head left and right. Three minutes, I began closing my eyes. Four minutes, I started thinking of all your lies. Five minutes, tears falling down my face. Six

Time

Time short poem

Saw us come, watched us grow Will witness the day we must go…on Saw us through the wounds we beared Shared the tears we shed For all we cared… Lent us smiles that warmed our hearts Never asked to be

The Jester

The Jester short poem

The Jester Retrieving a book from the calmness of its nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages There before me was the Jester in full color and bright what a sight From the open

Genesis

Genesis short poem

Back in time. Staring back they are. Wondering about the Ancients they do. Wondering about those who came before. Deep history exploring. Digital archeology, searching. Searching for the Genesis planet. Ancestor programs churned by quantum simulators looking. Looking for probable

Power Of The Goddess!

Power Of The Goddess! long poem

It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray Big sand pot is full of water Below is a stock of wood, set to enter Water is set to boil,

Hiroshima

Hiroshima short poem

Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima The little girl named Hiroshima, lived in Hiroshima, Japan. Just when she was 13. A nuclear attack struck and she said “Bye Hiroshima, Hiroshima, Hiroshima.” The empty glassed sand and destroyed buildings were left, And Hiroshima. She

Why Us

Why Us short poem

When u came I wondered why When u spoke I wondered for what When u smiled I wondered with a WOW When u got angry I wondered what happened When u wrote I sat and read When u said I

I Saw A Child

I Saw A Child short poem

When I was riding back With my father for a walk I saw a child with a sack Picking the rag without a single tag When I set out for play I saw a orphan looking deeply At a couple’s

I’m Not Him

Im Not Him short poem

Well you say he used to and it felt so good well don’t compare me to him, I’m Not Him…I love you but I won’t live in his shadow you say why don’t you do it just every now and

Dot The I

Dot The I short poem

It is your birthday. I wish you well. In my humble soul you will always dwell. I dried my memories, I answered my ”why” With my silence I dot the i. What is a birthday? Joy or a tear? A

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I languish between talks all banal but hearty I hold my head down for all of it to pass To hit those looking to do some more of it This time with a smile, and come again at me I

Raging Spring

Raging Spring short poem

Siblings will take care of the morgue. I am going to hang my god today. Howling winds are crashing into my breath. In the sea of flags, the white death walks on naked bodies of faith. Innocence will take a

Things My Mother Taught Me

Things My Mother Taught Me ballad

My mother taught me everything, When she sat me down on that toliet and informed me this is my life now. Though I was young I still remember sitting there for almost an hour as she didn’t tell me that

The Singing Birch Tree

The Singing Birch Tree short poem

A most glorified sound emerging from the center of a winter-land amphitheater. The singing of dark crowned Juncos, radiating through the shivering dry leaves of a lonesome birch tree. clothed in the tranquility of newly fallen snow. The singing birch

C’mon Buddy

Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your

Crucifixion

Crucifixion prose poem

On Christmas, Hegel smiles; No year stands up unless a year dies. No butterfly flies up, unless a cocoon is torn out. Crucifixion, dear gentlemen, is the ultimate dialect in the forest of a boring time. Crucifixion, dear ladies, is

Family And Friends

Family And Friends long poem

There’s a cool little family that lives in the smoke, About which I’ll tell you and it isn’t a joke, They live out in Hackney, the doggy east end, Which is now full of bankers and the money they lend,

The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk” Has all the luxuries of the world, Except if you see closely, she has no one. Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but Rumours tell me she was never chosen

If You Can

If You Can short poem

Come, I will take you through the ocean, if you can, just measure the depth of my love. Come, I will take you in the shower of rain, if you can, just measure my tears and pain. Come, I will

Featured Attraction

Featured Attraction prose poem

Somebody lights a match in the theater the sulfurous odor falls in the gap between the curtain’s opening and the film begins I look around for Satan prepared to at least discus a bargain decide maybe it’s just a curmudgeon

Everlasting

Everlasting short poem

A name breaks on the tip of a pen. Like a wildflower after a violet end. The yellow stripes will enter the past, retracing the path of failures. I pick up a broken thread to weave a shade of blue

We Are No Different

We Are No Different long poem

We are no different You and I I saw your fingers hesitate to pull the trigger on innocent satyagrahis And when you did, you shut your eyes tight You saw me lift the weightless body of my son And when

Poetry

Poetry short poem

The moon spends her beauty and wins the hearts of many, The poet spends his heart and makes him free . .

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 ,

The Dust Of Thought

The Dust Of Thought short poem

Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being

Hell

Hell short poem

I will send them down to hell, oh my oh dear that sounds so swell Burn their houses down to the ground Keep their heads under water to drown Beat them with sticks to their grave For all the pain

The Return

The Return short poem

Hours of waiting in sticky, crowded hubs Of watching my back for thieves Of trying not to float away on the seas of boredom Has finally come to this. I’m sitting, soaring, the blue sky underneath Confined to my body’s

Caution!

Caution! short poem

An escalator is an insatiable ogre gesturing a continual ragged-nailed come hither promising what is kept at its end is to be desired beyond candy, beyond any comfort of family. it breathes a single anticipatory breath an idiot predator focused

The Monday afternoon song!

The Monday afternoon song! short poem

I get these weird reading pangs, as Monday afternoon awkwardly hangs. Kafka’s letter to his dad Morrison makes me ‘oh so sad’ Amitav Ghosh and his brain stirring images “Poetry undergoing new-lingo damages” Four gulps of water and a (micro)soft

Devoid Of Feverfew

Devoid Of Feverfew short poem

Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,

I Heard Bells Today

I Heard Bells Today short poem

I heard bells today They say that’s when Angels are around But I knew it couldn’t be true Because you were still here They say only the good die young And I’ve come to believe it’s true For all the

To Pepe’s Mum

To Pepe’s Mum long poem

As your daughter we have that special bond we can share So please always remember that I’m here and I Care We have a connection that others can’t see, I’m thankful that I always have you near me Throughout the

Fake Empathy

Fake Empathy short poem

The ones causing misery of contemptuous scorn All naturally be present pretentiously to mourn With affected sympathy an overly visible display Assigned triviality living for dead stand and pray Mocked for held beliefs in absence since revered Daubed with fragrances

Liberating Love

Liberating Love short poem

To the light you are not awake And to the night you do not belong Come Oh’ my Love, let’s walk in twilight, And find a place that hides our heart, Away from the rumble of the world And chaos