#drunk poems on Hello Poetry

Joshua Reece Wylie Mar 2021

Pink fluffy apples
Green juicy flamingos (hiccup)

     Black sour marmalade
(hiccup)

              Orange lumpy liquorice

Purple tangy mushroom

              White rich yoghurt

  (hiccup)

               (hiccup)

                            (hiccup)

What did you put in my drink?

©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
The affects of alcohol on the human tongue. Lighthearted poem. The colour and adjective used to describe the noun have been swapped with the line beneath to imply the feelings of a muddled brain when drunk.

#drunk #alcohol #tipsy #confused #colours #confusion #humour #drink

Theanm Ankh Is Also Human Mar 2021

The Light At The End of The Tunnel

Have another drink,
Why don't you?
Take another sip?
The bartender's watching us closely but
If I give him a hearty enough tip
He'll leave us be
And we can slip
Down to the train tracks
Like our slurred words.

We won't make love but we'll
Lay on the mercury speckled rails
Singing our heads off,
Drinking some more ail till
The horn blares and
The insides of our eyes pool with gaudy lights from
Heaven above

And we're rolled to bits,
Leaving nothing behind but a trail
Of blood and
The heavenly light of tails.

I wish I could have made it a little less shallow but it messed with the already poor rhythm

#train #death #drink #drunk #light #love

neth jones Feb 2021

attire

Witnessed uprooting :
                              ritual
                                                                       in the piracy of night
bare
your sinning
                               skin-suit
unhuman-you
                                 your human right
time fled along
                             ebrius
                                                     when i witnessed
your trespass
                   your violation
                                                              you
                                                             uprooting the root
in the rivalry
                             of the night

up
upon the morning
                         you raise your muzzle blighted
turn your unprocessed head
                                   to retrieve social frequency
                                                             tune in to the light
cold dew on a damaged lawn
you collect your togs
                                                        your paraphernalia
                                                and pick your way tender:
        a rejoining propulsion
                  toward the convulsive city
to bed yourself
                 beneath its
quickening day
hungover
in selfish
wit

"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away:
The seeds of Hell are sown again today."
- Issa

#short #night #drunk

ᴠᴀ𝔯ɢᴏᴠ Feb 2021

12:43 AM

on that night
your eyes were drunk
as heavily as you were.
we sat down
star gazing,
and your sweaty, yet cold hand
pointing the sky
counting
one, two, three...
and i could tell
your drunken eyes held more of them
those tiny little stars,
and as soon as that cold wind of August
touched your skin,
you collapsed on me
shivering, wanting to be sheltered
and happily i let you in
in my tiny little cabin.

but what a misery
as the night dawned
you were now sober and
and the stars were gone
the little shelter,
you left it, wrecked
abandoned.

_ vargov_

I'm awake. Overthinking :) what about you

#drunk #temporary

Finley in Despair Feb 2021

Too Good at Scaring Neighbours

I wanted to write a poem
about the incessant discomfort
I always feel in my left eye
whenever my contact lenses
become old and dry
I thought about how it tickles
but scratches at the same time
and starts off alright
just a minor annoyance
but quickly, overtime
becomes almost unbearable
like my pre-school bully himself
is folding down one of my eyelashes
just enough for it to poke me
at the slightest movement
then I thought about how
I'd sooner write a poem about my life
and how it started out equally alright
and quickly, overtime became almost unbearable
as if my pre-school bully didn't do it right

so I found him in his adult life many years later
wife, two kids and a mortgage
yappy staffy-cross, two cars
and an alright job as a graphic designer
his garden full of gorgeous flowerbeds,
a full head of hair and a fading right hook
"MAKE ME FEEL **** LIKE YOU DID THEN."
a puzzled look on his face,
garden hose flooding his drive and the yappy
staffy-cross still yapping away
at the living room window
"I'M DEAD SERIOUS ANDREW,
NOTHING HURTS LIKE IT USED TO."
so he called the police
and I never got to feel young again
unless you count scurrying away from
a council estate under the threat of
a poor meal at Parkside police station
the rekindling of my youth

so this is my infomercial poem
about how not to confront someone
always be fully clothed
that's very important
avoid being drunk
any mind altering substance
is best avoided in my opinion
remember just because you care
just because you remember
does not mean anyone else does
oh and
don't eyeball craft beer when
you still have your contacts in
you know what?
-just don't eyeball craft beer

#confrontation #party #contact #forgot #dog #life #***** #drunk #bully #poetry