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Jennifer West Oct 2016
Stolen kisses in the dark,
Words laced with liquor,
Tipsy love striking hearts,
Wishing tonight will last forever.
D E L AA J A YY Aug 2016
"It was never supposed to be this way," she whispered
With tears in her eyes,
Thinking the unthinkable.
He enveloped her in his love completely,
Completely callusing unrequited love's blister.

His heart grew more fond of her with each waking minute
He spent cradling her thoughts,
Thinking the unthinkable.
He was pushing his own love's limit.

"Let's break the rules."
They agreed to endure love,
Thinking the unthinkable.
His past had missed her chance, and hers missed his,
But somehow, someway,
These two, thinking the unthinkable,
Had found a new drunken love that caused speech to slur.
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GM Jun 2016
When I'm out on my own
These thoughts that cross my mind
Of you and I laughing in the rain
Sitting on a park bench drinking champagne
I have always loved you
When I'm out on my own

Your eyes light the drunken night
Navigating our dreams in the sky
Your hand fits in to mine
Only when the hazy stars align
I have always loved you
When I'm out on my own

But I don't miss you when you're gone
And I don't need you like you wish I would
In the morning I'll be boarding the fastest train away from you
But I will always love you
When I'm out on my own
Kaitlyn V Mcnay May 2016
Dreaming by day
Drinking by night
She grips the bottle, so tight
Tips the bottle a bit higher
Pretending her day dreams are at the bottom
Love by day
Lust by night
Confusing obvious wrongs and rights
She grips his unfamiliar hips,
A drug in disguise
Laced with tattoos and bad intentions
She hopes to find love
inbetween his art and her satin sheets. She'll have him stuck in her head every sunset.
Remembering by day
Forgetting by night
That he nor him
Is not where her salvation lies
Between her own lips
Behind her own eyes
Is where her answers hide
She is too afraid to look inside
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
My past is seeking me out again
The stupidity of my past ignorance and sin

We'd stay up all night and speak of places we would roam
He moved me far away from home


He moved me away from family and friends
I didn't relize my future was growing dim

I was in love, he kept his demons well hid
If I'd just known some of the things he had did


I soon was pregnant, unable to defend
That's when the beatings begin

I would of ran but there was no where to go
So far from home with a young one in tow


My illusional happy family dissolved
A happy future from me is STILL getting robed

This drunken alcoholic fool
Was particularly cruel

Daily beatings a must
Hands around my throat in disgust

Have him arrested, out the next day
"Boy, ***** will you pay"


Years go by and three children latter
Things are much worse the punishment greater

Can't leave him now, know for a fact he will **** me
He'd bury my body deep, he'd never set me free

Then he would be raising my kids, a terrifying thought
And all of my suffering would of been for naught


One drunken and now cracked up night
He told me to go and I took flight

Raised four kinds on my own
Over 17 year and every 2 or 3 years always making his presence known

He can fill my heart with fear
I seen him today he's in my town..........his near
Viseract Mar 2016
Cherry blossoms fall
Scattering petals across the pond
They drift a little,
Spin a little,
Land and correct course
Setting sail with the wind.

A girl and a boy meet
At a club
Dancing all night
Whilst the cherry blossoms fall
And sail under the moon

They cross the bridge near the pond
Watch as the petals fall
A foreshadowing from nature
So obvious, if you know where to look

But they were blind.

They grew up together,
Married at the age of 27
As the petals scattered.


Years down the track...


A drunken man, a ******* girl
A divorce so imminent
The tears fall as the anger rages
The petals the only evidence.

That something, some force knew,
They were never meant to be

And they turn their backs and set sail
As the wind continues to blow
On opposite paths they will walk
And the petals fall under the moonlit glow
Wyan mind Feb 2016
Kissing is a habit
******* is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
The guy says i love you
You believe its true
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says 'to hell with you'


10 minutes of pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name
The baby is a *******
The mother is a *****
This never wouldn't have happened
If the rubber wouldn't have torn
Tansy Roake Dec 2015
I feel like I should write a drunken poem,

I think it would be great,

But it’s probably ******* awfull,

It’s also way too late,

To be doing anythig creative,

Especially when I’m this ******,

And I can’t be bothered with rhyming,

Goodnight everyone
pin Nov 2015
I believe in a one beer drunk
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