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by Larisa Rzhepishevska |
Categories: devotion, write, write,

I Don't Write Poems

I don’t write poems, 
I drink them like wine, 
I become tipsy 
with each coming line. 

I don’t write poems, 
I breathe them like air, 
I become so happy 
when each one I share.   

I don’t write poems, 
I live with them; 
they prolong my years, 
they are as true as I am. 

I don’t write poems, 
I weave into verses 
sadness, joy, tears, 
prayers, love, curses… 

My poems talk and sing, 
Sense of living they bring. 


©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


by Joshua Aguire |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love,

All I Need Is You

Had a little too much to think
And no time to stop and drink
About troubles and toils
And unreachable spoils
And everything I ever wanted
But could never quite gain

So I should find something to hold
Before my hands get sold
Along with my dreams and intentions
And my honorable mentions
And all my stupid little rules
Against ever loving again

But if my hands can find nothing
 Will you be that something?
I’ll break my nature and rules
And turn these hands into tools
To build us everything we’d ever want
Though if I just had you I’d still be content

by Celeste Butler-Mendez |
Categories: funny, love

Black Magic Hearts

What underhanded monkey business 
razzle-dazzle bull is this? 
Whose double-crossing, flimflam scam, 
debauchery or hocus sham 
is wheeling dealing in romance, 
putting lovers in a trance? 

Antics, capers or witch's brew, 
enchanting hymns or shaman's stew, 
whose quackery or voodoo drink 
made Casanova stop and think 
and turned the ancient lovers cold; 
poor Romeo and nymphs of old? 

Perhaps black magic's potent gel, 
or craftiness or wicked spell, 
a clever con or master hoax, 
or just some trickster playing jokes. 
Whatever ruse that works the arts, 
mumbo jumbo seduces hearts!

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: heartbroken,

As the Light Fades

White doves flutter, dying words whisper
Silence becomes haunting and Angels Sing
A lone filtering light of soft glister
Casts fleeting shadows from a white dove's wing
This arrow of light pierces the dusk gray
On my knees, I shall pray for you, my love,
And touch the cold floor where your casket lay
Seeking unanswered questions, from above,
To find no comfort in your final breath.
Forgive me, As I taste this bitter wine
Release me, from a vow I once confessed,
By the shadow of your spirit, I'm blind

Poison drips from a bitter drink I've made,
Brings dark, Silent dark as the cold light fades.



12/4/13/

by nicholle selah |
Categories: passionme, me,

make love to me

Look at me like you'll never see me again
let your eyes drink me in like the sweetest of wines
(look through me)

(Can you see my soul?)

Kiss me, sweet and innocent like your first
thrilling like prom night
(let me taste your love for me)

Caress me with sure and convident hands
slide your fingers over my skin
Nerve endings fire... isn't science sweet?
(You make me shiver)

Combined the three as two become one
Pulses rise, tempetures
C
L
I
M
B

Enter my world baby
(Over and over again)
Bring me closer to heaven with each stroke
We can explore it together.

Oh
 my
 God...
Love Is BEAUTIFUL

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: drink, lost love, love,

One Drink Closer To Yesterday

I’m one drink closer to yesterday
              A bottle away from being with you
I’ll be able to say what I need to say
               I’ll be able to do what I need to do

I’m one drink closer to yesterday
             My mind repeats the words we said
When love was new and could outweigh
                The troubles that would lie ahead

Now my love is made of glass
                        I pour my heart as I trespass
On memories that I know must last
           While wishing I could change the past

I’m one drink closer to yesterday
                I’m one shot away from happiness
And this time, I won’t runaway
             And my words won’t be meaningless





by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: cute love, rain,

GOD'S PICNIC



                 The skies filled bulbously with
                 gray-filled clouds.
                 We rested on God's daisy blanket,
                 laughing out loud.


                 Some nice fresh water from God's
                 own sink?
                 We laid back in utter joy, setting up 
                 glasses to catch such a blessed...
                 Heavenly drink.



                  September 24, 2019



by Deborah Burch |
Categories: birthday, dedication, funny, happy,

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE-LISE!!!!!


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HAPPY  HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  TO  YOU
  HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU   
    HAPPYHAPPYBIRTHDAYTOYOU
    BAPPYBAPPYHIRTHTAYDOYOU
             BAPSYBIRSDDAY
                       A L
                       N I
                       NS
                       E-E
          HIPPYBARSDAYSOYOU


:) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THIS DRINK WHEN I SAW THE SQUARE BUBBLES!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLL WEEEK LONNNNGGGG!!! LOVE YOU BUNCHES, DEB

7.27.2012©deborah burch


by Newton Ranaweera |
Categories: love, lust, slavery, women,

What am I if not a slave

What am I if not a slave?
I cook, clean and mourn;
I wash, sweep and weep
from dawn to fall of night.

I do nothing but cooking;
I cook all day,
three times a day,
from dawn to fall of night.

What are you if not a master?
You eat, teach and cheat;
you write, drink and sleep
from dawn to fall of night.

For three long decades,
I’ve cleaned your dishes:
empty, dirty dishes
from dawn to fall of night. 

What’s marriage if not serfdom?
You are my master;
I am merely a slave.
You do your part; I mine.

From dawn to fall of night
and back to break of day.

by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: angel, bridal shower,

A Beautiful Angel

Gazing from afar, amid still frame silence...
Watching her making way unto the parks bench
Blue skies taking a drag from my cigarette; sketching
Divinities staircase within my mind; transcending this Autumn's
Canvas but a silhouette her bridals path winding, through a breath..
Reaching out her gentle hand whileas a white dove, the symbol of love 
Descends from it's perch atop porcelain clouds to drink, from this her tears
Pangful spheres risen from a crystal heart; cast aside yesteryears cherub wings...
She awaits endless dreams; to awaken from this valley of broken things; her beauty.

                                                                    

by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: love, passion, night, night,

I Love You

In summer night when the sky is blue
When in hearts passions ignite
When the clouds shower a sprinkle or two
When desires brighten the darkness of night

When in the skies the stars wink
When butterflies sleep and night bird’s awake
When fountains flow with serenity’s drink
When the sound of breathing, the silence break

When thoughts are dressed in colorful gowns
When the breeze is pregnant with love’s fragrance
When the time in the lake of enchantment drowns
When in ecstasy the whirling Sufis dance

When my soul in agony of despair writhes
When swords of loneliness are out of sheaths
I care not whether false or true
Whisper in my ears, “I love you”
---


by Frederic Parker |
Categories: lost love,

To Fear a Broken Heart

To quiver in darkness, lost love to blame.
To build a tighter web to bind your heart.
Troubled by reason, your soul to reclaim.
To hide with the shadows, broken apart.
To cover yourself from pain and sorrow,
And flee from life, safe in darkness found.
Inside the dark, will be no tomorrow.
This despair you cling to, a chosen ground.
A broken heart becomes your domain,
Will always keep you from love's encroach.
It brings you comfort this dark thirsty pain,
A cold poisonous drink love will not approach.

A slow death alone, as your tears begin.
You hope love will find you worthy again.

date written 10/14/15
Frederic Parker
For the contest Trashed 4 sponsor Broken  Wings

by Liz Walsh |
Categories: funny

To be silly with-

I would love to swim to the 'Guilamine' in the skin
Or dance on a carpet of sheer pleasure
I might like an ice-cream cone on the way
Topped with pink and golden treasure.
I would enjoy a drink made of sparkles
That might light up with yellow-red magic
My dreary grey-blue life – and then
I would anticipate with joy an umbrella
Made of silk and maidenhair fern
To be silly with – 





by Donna Golden |
Categories: journey, life, self,

I Drink of Life

I drink of Life
Of lavish beauty
Consuming its fragility 

I drink of Death
From which I flee
And cheat with immortality

I drink of pain
Its utter grief
And spew out my humanity

I drink of time
Of frozen bliss
And Change’s continuity

I drink of love
And drag it deep
For it is my serenity




© Donna Golden; December 25, 2014




by David Shawn Dodson |
Categories: appreciation, fathers day,

Thoughts of the Day

We have a laugh, and drink a beer,
Play some golf, and hunt for deer.

Your patience and wisdom, is without test,
Your confidence and clarity, is at its best.

Mentor and Dad, is what you are,
Saved and glad, your faith will go far.

I’m thankful and blessed, with a father like you,
Proud at its best, for the little things that you do.

Love and care, are words that I say,
Friendship to share, on Happy Father’s Day!

To: “Pop”
Love,

by Paloma P |
Categories: allegory, analogy, drink, funny love, humorous, hyperbole, romance,

Essential Spirits

She was like Bordeaux,
a tall drink of spirit
He was more a hopped
pale lager like Pilsner, 
both gorgeous and
super gingered flavors,
although clashing mid
respective savored aplomb,
one so refined the other
rowdy after hours,
yet they complimented
each other in the way
they blended their
drunken demeanors, 
intoxicated by mere
existence of nature's
essential complexities

by Lu Loo |
Categories: love, memory, missing you,

Warm Memories

There are frequent thoughts of a special place, and you are there with me, and we drink coffee and believe in each other. Time and time again, I've said it before- no matter how cold the weather gets... ~your memory will always keep me warm~ 10 February 2015

by David Brown |
Categories: bird, imagery, love, metaphor, sexy,

To be your hummingbird

Oh, to be a hummingbird,
hovering near your flower
to float above your petals
for hour, upon hour

To taste your wondrous nectar
as I feel the morning dew,
to drink in all the mysteries,
the mysteries of you

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: beautiful, romance,

The Eyes have It

To kiss your eyes with mine, my eyelids lift
And find emotions rise, in flickering trace
Warm and flameless fires smolder with their gift
To capture heartfelt needs from their embrace
We will sigh as our lover's eyes unite
To drift away in a silent tether
Hands held tenderly, as our hearts hold tight
So our dreams and wishes dance together
We'll cross unmeasured distance in-between
And drink from lover's orbs amorous wine
To share a kiss so deep in time serene
Our flame fed souls burn as the eyes entwine

  The only sacred space where love concedes
  When it melts the eyes with its flaming needs


7/7/17 contest The Eyes have it

   

by vinayak pratap |
Categories: addiction,

ALCOHOL

ENTERING A PUB,
ORDERING A PINT.
I SIT DOWN TO THINK,
WHY DO I DRINK.
ONE BY ONE COME UP THE THINGS,
THAT CAUSES ME TO DRINK.
LOSS OF LOVE,
STARTED IT OFF.
AND IT BECAME A HABIT,
THAT HAS PUT ITS BIND UPON ME.
UNTIL INTOXICATION BECAME COMPANION,
IN MY TIMES OF NEED.
NOW THAT I AM SOBER,
I STILL THINK,
WHY DO I NEED TO DRINK.
I SUDDENLY REALIZE,
THAT INTOXICATION WAS A SHIELD BEHIND WHICH,
I HID,
IN TIMES OF NEED.
AS THE TRUTH SETTLES IN MY MIND,
I SET DOWN THE GLASS AND LEAVE THE PUB.
MAKING A VOW NOT TO HIDE 
BEHIND THE SHIELD OF INTOXICATION AGAIN.

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, birth, blessing, lonely, love, moon,

Forever calls marriage of the night

The moon is a lonely man's chalice to drink from 
drunken paradise in such darkness we cling unto the light 
where warmth of a thousand candles flickers inside 
there it dances with the shadows of dreams 

Once upon a time crowned with the stars Aura 
perfectly falling like lightening you came in a heart burst
flames one in a hundred miracles lovingly wrapped up 
within a gift gem pearl of the oceans wave turns around 

Caressed through a soul captured breath 
salted with the sweetest spice of the earth's crust cracked 
burning down the mountain trails held in a silent moment 
giving someone the power over us truth heaven is in your beam

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

My Most Intimate Dream



Reality has surpassed my most intimate dream In intensity, in passion, in love No need ever to dream again Want to bask in the glow from above To drink in the pleasures of the mind Never wanting this feeling to desert me To vanish, to slip away To know this passion will never desert me Is the ultimate joy of my heart To feel the intensity of your love To know that we never will part My most intimate dream is you © Jack Ellison 2014

by Jamecia Buggs |
Categories: faith, happiness, hope, inspirational, love, religionme, me,

Gods Love

He has purified my soul,
Releasing me into the light,
Saving me from myself destruction,
I now soar without fear in the night,

I sing with the mocking bird,
I can hear the bees bussing in the air,
Smell a scarlet rose bloom,
And drink the oceans water without care,

I sense his presence beside me,
And feel the touch of his hand,
My legs are no longer weary,
With is power I can now stand,

Tears now fall out of joy,
I await my beautiful peaceful dreams,
And once blinded my darkness,
He has gave me light for me to see

by Caroline Cécile Delacroix |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, uplifting, water, water,

Waterflow

Waterflow

 Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
 Landing on my head first
 Then down my nose and my shoulders
 Dripping down my members.

 In thirst I lift my head up to drink
 The water descends cleansing
 Taking in its flow all the toxins
 And leaves a revived sense of being.

 The words You softly whisper in my mind
 Are like water of the purest kind
 They take away my fears at night
 And make me feel so alive.

 For Your love is like a spring of life
 That ever flows from on high.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright Nov. 2011

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: poetry,

As the Light Fades

White doves flutter, dying words whisper
Silence becomes haunting as Angels sing
A lone filtered light with its soft glister
Cast a shadow aloft from a dove's wing
This arrow of light pierces the dusk gray
To my knees I fall and pray for you love
Touch the small casket where your body lay
And seek questions unanswered from above
I found no comfort in your final breath
Forgive me, as I drink this bitter wine
Release me from a vow before your death
As lost love chokes me with its shadowed twine

  Poison drips slow from bitter lips, afraid
  Bringing dark, silent dark as the light fades

4/18/16