A ginger man made of clay
has a word to say
to the great drunken sage
who runs through life
in a stumbling daze
Here goes - there goes the fool
first left- than right
then forward and backwards
Spinning around
he greedily downs
everything in sight
getting drunk
on the bitter sweet toxins of life
his thirst never quenched
greedily he will eventually devour his own life
Take heed sage
change your ways
clear your conscious
of pure and impure thoughts
lest your fate be the same as mine
for to much of anything
will rot you from the inside out
Learn more about this author, Richard Polk.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
by Richard Polk
A ginger man made of clay
has a word to say
to the great drunken sage
who runs through life
in a stumbling daze
Here goes
by Sam Boreham
Rock Me
The blue field cradled the moon
Much as I have myself.
Seeking approval,
Eyes wide, looking for smiles.
Just keep on
Let me liquid coat my feelings, to numb all of these emotions.
Let me open up the bottle and empty the waterfall of my life's
Pain
Sitting together
Yet apart
A round table
Between
Us.
I see a man
I do not recognize
He slumps in his chair
Stopping in the middle
Of
by Susan Carr
PAINT BY THE NUMBERS
Matron ruler with a clad iron fist,
Stinging caresses at her fingertips.
Her face afire in crimson, a
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Alcoholism
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Alcoholism?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
The Center for a New American Dream
The Center for a New American Dream has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a cause. Brows...more
hide