Christian Lacdael

Rookie - 55 Points (Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Drunk Poetry - Poem by Christian Lacdael

Admittedly I wrote this drunk,
And performed it yet more drunker,
I thought I could keep time & rhyme,
Slurring words between sips of wine,
I was barely able to stand,
Fans where in the palm of my hand,
Although I'm not quite sure how things were,
Actually it was all much a blur,
Shapes and colours all seemed to merge,
I chose to use all the wrong words,
Adjectives got muddled with verbs.
Pronunciation less assured,
I thought I was cleaver at first,
I thought poetry, they, absurd,
Once sober a lesson was learned,
Judge for yourself the words you've heard.

Topic(s) of this poem: drinking

Comments about Drunk Poetry by Christian Lacdael

  • Gold Star - 54,880 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/28/2014 8:13:00 PM)

    very beautiful and wise one, thanks. anyway, let me say we belong to poetry, and poetry is there beyond words and grammar .. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2014

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