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Poem Details | by Loch David Crane |
Categories: cute love, drink, i love you, relationship, romance,

Barbie

Barbie
from Loch
March 5, 1990

I fell in love in a biker bar
	with a girl in chocolate hair.
It swept around her like a smoky fire
	and woke up the beast in my lair.

Her bright eyes twinkled like brilliant stars
	at the end of the moonless road--
they called to me like a siren song
	to lay down my heavy load.

Tall she was like a square rigged ship
	like a mast shrouded in clouds; 
and she could dance like a foamy wave,
	making Neptune cry out loud.

But the path of a ship is a bubble
	and suddenly she was gone--
her chocolate hair and vanilla neck
	are moments in my sad song.

This siren's memory seizes me
	like cinnamon schnapps and a grin
which warm the body from the inside out
	and settle a smile on your chin.

Her dancing hair drove my clouds away
	and opened an azure sky;
and all I asked was a tall, thin ship
	and two stars to steer me by.

Among all the women I've danced with
	none are remembered so fair
as a girl who walked like a tall ship,
	and had waves of chocolate hair.


Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: care, drink, happy, love, smile, soulmate, time,

Soulmate

Soulmate


You are cool, that is why I am a fool.
I want you to be happy, with or without me.
If you are already in love, then all is good,
Because all I know is, if you trust,
Another soul, you will never grow old.
You will be forever young at heart
And all because you are loved and in love; so…


…If you are alone, then that is unnecessary;
You have always got me if you are in need,
Of someone to listen, or someone to speak,
Or maybe you would just like some company as you enjoy a cup of tea?
One sugar for me please.


So how are you on this glorious day!?
No clouds in the sky will be bringing us rain,
So everything will be ok.


Why so glum, chum?
You should smile again, 
I liked it so much the last time I saw it
And for you to be unhappy is such a shame,
When really there is no need; or is there?
I do not know, but I would like to understand,
If you would care to share.


Here, have a biscuit.
What time is it?
It’s time you told me what it is, that I can do to make you smile.
You say you are in need of three wishes?
Then do not worry my friend, I have a genie on speed-dial.
Let me just give him a quick ring…

(Ring, ring…ring ring.)

It seems he is not answering.
I guess he is off listening,
To other people wishing,
They could be as beautiful as you are.


Ah, there it is!  
That smile of yours, 
That I had been waiting for.
I knew it was in there somewhere.
Like I always say “You will always have someone,” 
Who would like to care,
If only you would let me.
Excuse me.
“Hello?  Sorry I am busy Call me back in about sixty years.”
Sorry about that; some people will just not hear.


I only waste my time on beautiful souls;
Those cheating people, I leave alone,
Because they do not light up my life like you do.
So, anyway, tell me more about you…


What interests you?  And what do I need to become,
To be somebody that you could maybe lean upon with love?
No promises, I only wish for it,
But you know what ‘he’ is like; never listening,
But anyhow, how can I improve to become what you want?
What do you need from me?  What must be done!?
I will sit here for a moment and give you time to think it through…

Could you ever feel for me, what I will always feel for you?


Oh, you do not know,
Well then, let me illuminate your mind;
Open your eyes wide and read my soul
And hopefully one day,
Your soulmate, you too shall find.


(C)2017 Aa HarveyAll Rights Reserved.


Poem Details | 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





Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: depression, drink, inspirational, love, romantic, sensual,

HALO

The music video is more or less a continuation to the poemSo please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying the music and lyrics. 

Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him to leave His limits he knows - to stupefy with liquor is his goal yet Her face haunting his sleepless night yet again - he can’t conceive He must anesthetize his brain of her loving memories to forget He’s on a path of destruction - a state he cannot shake Try as he may he faces dark despair, an insurmountable wall His work in crisis, crucial decisions he cannot make To clear the grey clouds he seeks ‘solace’, in the depths of alcohol He stumbles into a bar that’s a blast from past days A musty smell assaults his nostrils as he shoves through the ingress Orange and brown 70s décor - opposing colors through smoky haze Décor no option - seeks intoxication to take him to his abyss Like a man seeking survival he stumbles on unsteady feet A beautiful barmaid hurries over - he rudely indicates with a grunt Tosses a tenner on the counter and orders a double scotch neat And tells her to keep them coming till he’s almost blind drunk She looks into his eyes as she hands him his drink and change Though intoxicated he feels her power probes his soul Shards of ice in crystal blue, contempt evident in her withering gaze Thinks he…’ ‘A classy looking dame acting the Diva in this dingy hole?’ On this sweltering night, near his bed he senses a presence The moonlight streaming through the window snaps him awake A woman - Even with closed eyes he knows her permeating essence Reawakened urges makes him do a double take A different woman though - he struggles to drag back a memory He knows her from somewhere - his inebriated brain still a blur Piercing blue eyes not of ice, emphatic, inviting, bewitchingly sensory An aspiration in the whisper of the night his mind to concur She comes to his dreams surrounded in light night after night An Angel’s touch - Sensory overload- an Erotic Rippling Wave A visual perception a window into his soul in view and full sight Breaking down walls of sad memories he had futilely tried to save
Please play video clip now
A day comes he has an urge to meet her - clear headed - face to face With a rose behind his back, he shyly approaches the bar Straight from work in his best suit, completely sober every hair in place She smiles, her eyes now warm and welcoming from afar She’s the projected apparition in his dreams He knows he’s come Home
Music video and vocal by Mark Vincent, a brilliant 23 year old Australian singer, performing Halo(C) Published on Oct 28, 2013 2013 Sony Music Entertainment Australia Pty Ltd If the video link does not play in your country, please try copying and pasting the link below on you tube - thanks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nj_zn6LBtbs


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Rusted Dream |
Categories: love, memory, words, drink,

Castle Rock Influence

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these beforeI like this form!)


Poem Details | by cory long |
Categories: brother, health, recovery from..., father, me, drink, father, life, love, me,

Battling Addiction

I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall.
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up 

 You told me something that broke my heart.
I can’t believe you are willing to go back.
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage?
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide.
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays.
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins
He will show you a love you’ve never known.
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone.
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by.

He sent an angel to guide my way
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust
My foundation is firm and my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love.
I see things others don’t see.
I understand things others long to know.
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again.
My lord has already accepted my hand.
He will provide when he feels fit
And hears every one of my prayers I say.

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside?
 I know it ate me up at night.

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.

Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet.
I will be here to listen to you,
I will be here to help you through.
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye?
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…

I LOVE YOU!!! Don’t drink please 


2-19-2013


Poem Details | by Rakib Uddin Ahmed |
Categories: lifeme, drink, love, me, ocean, sleep,

The Resembling Soul

Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!

You might have become a sparrow, what does it come and go? 
I might have lost my Nest, what loses does remain?
That sky that is also yours, 
Those rivers that will also give me water.
You haven’t even learnt to say, “You love you”!
“You love me”, is it so easy to say?

Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!
__________________________________________

July 2, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.


Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: holiday, imagination, love

I Drink to You

                       I can tell you how much I feel about you,
                          how the sun and moon are just objects
                            compared to you, how the bluest sky
                                pales to the color of your eyes,
                                   how the fires of hell are but
                                        flints compared to the 
                                             fires within me.
                                                      I can
                                                      even
                                                       tell
                                                      you
                                                       all
                                                       the 
                                                    things
                                              you do to me
                                    but I would rather show you.


Poem Details | by Just James |
Categories: abuse, child, drink, love,

Age of Innocence

He seems dizzy and sometimes very still, 
yet she sees her father’s hand leave his will 
and then connect the cheek of her mother 
Yet still her eyes lead back to her father 

Every night she sees her mother’s pain tear 
It runs down and is wiped away in fear 
Her cries fade with the colour of her dress 
The bruises on her mother signs of stress

Every day a child errands to the fridge 
The key never to spill even a smidge 
Her toil seeks to release his broken heart 
and reveal to him his little sweetheart 

Nothing can change her one love endeavor 
Her daddy’s love her target forever 

- inspired by Nicola's poem-


Poem Details | by Jared Pickett |
Categories: inspirational, loveheart, night, time, drink, heart, love, night, time,

The Time of Love

***Collaborative by father and son...***


I'd like to tell a story
Of romance at it's best
I'll speak to you of deja-vu                  :F:
And you can dream the rest

This story is not a story
It's of truth you see
This woman who has caught my eye     :S:
And how our relationship came to be

At first it came quite slowly
Then quickened in its pace
The first time that I held you                :F:
Placed my lips upon your face

I looked into your eyes
And in translation I was lost
I felt you warmth and gentleness          :S:
my breath turned into frost

The midnight moon is glowing
Our bodies are entwined
I felt the beating of your heart              :F:
And knew that is mine

When you leave I blow you kisses
Upon returning I hold you tight
Your beauty is magnificent                   :S:
I'll adore you with all my might

Some days I'll send you flowers
The candies on its way
Our weekend trips to Mexico                :F:
Lets pack, be on our way

I'll take you to the Virgin Islands
Or to the south of France
But when we are in Mexico                  :S:
We'll do the salsa dance

We've had a few cervesas'
Three or four scotches too
In the twilight hours                           :F: 
I'll whisper I love you

See I'm a little different
I drink tequila with l lime
But when dancing ends and night time falls      :S:
You will be all mine

In the morning hours
When we decide to wake
We'll drink our coffee darling               :F:
Sweet love again we'll make

All through the night we're fixed
On fulfilling each others needs
So when the sun rises                         :S:
There are no romantic pleas

I've awakened to your pretty face
Now twenty years have past
My heart still beats our rhythm             :F:
This love is meant to last

In our older years 
When life has past us by
Our minds deteriorate and we cannot walk     :S:
But our love will never die

The hair I have upon my chin
Has quickly turned to gray
For all our years together                     :F:
It's time to finally say

We're still one pea stuck in lifes' pod
Our love is here to stay                        :S:  


Created by Jared LPickett & Richard Pickett....


Poem Details | by John Castellenas |
Categories: dance, drink, heartbroken, lost love, woman,

Black as the night

 Black as the night

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songsSimmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songsI know to keep my distance, she was so damn beautiful and I knew.


If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly Love is myth and tale to herBetter to be a bystander who won't learn the taste of the sweet warm lips  and the entanglement of legs, arms and skinWhen you dance with the DevilThe Devil always win.


She came to me and she whisperedNot dancing with me Johnnie tonightIs it fear or wisdom? I'm lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dearPlease dance with me, whisper me a sexy storyWhere love is sweet and foreverMake my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be caressed and kissedDon't be afraid JohnnieYour heart is blacker than my heartYou make the Summer days colderI like and need this.


I stood-up and I took her handsWe wandered to the dance floorThe Jazz is good and she is hotter than a wildfire that cannot be controlled I put my face into her long auburn hair, brought her body closer and I felt every movement of her hips and shouldersI whispered to herBlack hearten lady, my perfect muse and sweetheartYou are heaven and hell in the same kissThe dead hours lover's, love the blackness of the night and we give all we have left to the sameness of the people who forgot the sweetness of love and kind touch.


She smiled and she looked at my face and she whisperedJohnnie, can save the dead in heartIf you don't want to be savedIt is alright JohnnieBroken down people don't want miracles and hide their dreamsAt the Purgatory Inn, the jazz is wonderful and you and IWe can pretend, better than being alone.


Two people are moving slow and easy to the Jazz and the blackness of the night covered the daySafe haven for the cold and the lonely.

                      Johnnie/Coyote


Poem Details | by Jolanta Gradowicz |
Categories: love,

A Love Drink

I brewed a cup of strong tea,
Using hot, crystal clear water.
I hope I made it very tasty,
And you’ll appreciate its power.

I put it on a little table
Covered with a lacy napkin.
I like this aromatic and herbal
Odor penetrating your skin.

We sit opposite one another,
I look into your eyes furtively,
Watching you add a bit of sugar.
You say something to me, I agree…

Your lips touch the brim of the cup gently,
I wish they wanted to warm mine up,
And I desire wholeheartedly
That you soon ask for another cup…


Poem Details | by Debjani Mitra |
Categories: cute love, drink, kiss, night, rain, silence, wine,

The Red Umbrella Hideout

It was a dark wet night...rain over head..
Sheltered us close.....an umbrella red.
Breathing moonlight...in your silent air.
My eyelids closed.inside your hug and care.

The fragrance of water..intoxicating wine.
I was drunken deep..in the fruit of your vine.
Soaking showers trickled...the transcending time
Redundant words played..a rhyming pantomime.

A kiss smelling vanilla..whispered all untold.
My face cupped inside.....your soft fingered fold.
I quenched my thirst..in your sea..submerged.
In the red umbrella hideout....our lips converged.

Did I catch cold in the rain? Or is it  your shiver?
The ripple of your touch? A  wave made me quiver.
Ardent affection..relieved a fancy dream...
Revealed the reality.....of a  love supreme.


Dated 8th November 2018
Submitted to the Red Umbrella Poetry Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
PLACED FIRST IN CONTEST






 


Poem Details | by Izzy Mckenty |
Categories: abuse, allegory, betrayal, boy, drink, romantic love, woman,

Storm water

Hardness softens under serpents eyes of gold.
Concrete becomes her;
Crystallising lakes of,
Oceans of,
Serenity

What may we envelop with our softness
When our branches cannot reach the sky
For fear of an axeman’s careless wielding.

I will be hurt.

My iron will shatter into feathers, falling as crescent moons in a breeze,
Before I chance to dent you with 
The knife edge of my tongue

You believe in my horizon
My sinking sunbeams throw out shades of golden reds and bloody orange
The belly of the beast; illusion under seas that hath no space nor space constraint

In my drowning sun you see a female devil,
Residing in her lair of fire.
You see her sleeping,
Beneath a stage of watery glass.

She is not retiring.
She is halving,
From the final throws of her fire,
That you drank like drops of sugar

How much can you see?
A steely serpent drinking from versuvius in drunken sin.
When snakes wake from their poisoned mist
are they clear enough to see that their volcano-
Is a puddle from a broken tap,
Warm from the burning reflected in your gaze.

I feel myself drip like storm water,
Hiding under tarmac from the thunder


Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: faith, happiness, hope, life, love, upliftingart, art, drink, may, poetry,

Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."
                   --Robert-Frost

          ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~

Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved


~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph SSpence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languagesHe invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinksHe is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a fewJoseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Poem Details | by Lawrence Ingle |
Categories: cowboy-western, love, song-lyricdance, dance, drink,

Cowgirl Hat Song on CD

She has a cowgirl hat and a set of spurs,
And sometimes she's as gentle as a cat that purrs,
Imagine that....she's my way with words,
And her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,

Yea! she's the cats meow...can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We get unwound..meet friends...the mood gets thicker,

Imagine that  and also this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
And that is that and this is this,
She can't resist this country cowboys kiss,

Yea! she's the cats meow....can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We enjoy the sounds of those drums and guitar pickers.

And that is that...along with this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
Imagine that...she's my way with words..
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
My baby has a cowgirl hat......Imagine that!!


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beach, body, care, city, drink, earth, fire, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, hair, happiness, happy, hero, how i feel, i love you, image, joy, kiss, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, night, paradise, places, poems, poetry, romance, romantic, soldier, summer, woman, write,

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, celebration, christian, courage, drink, faith, freedom, fun, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, life, light, love, peace, prayer, religion, religious, spiritual, strength, summer, sweet, teen, teenage, thank you, uplifting, youth,

Last Summer Saturday

Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!


Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: addiction, allusion, analogy, angst, assonance, character, confusion, drink, imagery, introspection, sad love, self,

The Kitchenette Motel


Sometimes an
Obsolete 
Old bulb inside him 
Flickers on 
And dimly lights 
His woozy thoughts 
And thirst to write
A song

Recall he's human, 
That's to say, he
Thinks he 
Still adheres, 
Not just a washed-up
Singer, missing
Schedules to
Appear

The stained and
Scribbled rhymes 
Of scattered nonsense 
On the floor, 
Three gulps of Vodka, 
Bring applause,
Adoring fans,
Encore.



Gene Bourne
06-01-14



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Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: birthday, dedication, drink, food, happy birthday, i love you, nice,

Happy Birthday My Friend - Cup of Life



Happy Birthday my friend may you have many more May your day be lots of fun and not bore Hope you get great things at your door And get all you wish and much more So let dreams fly and just soar You deserve all the best With my heart expressed Have fun and just rest By God be blessed! Enjoy the cake Rain won't bake Today R A I N W O N T B A K E By GOD BE BLESSED! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.09.2014


Poem Details | by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: addiction, adventure, beautiful, beauty, best friend, brother, celebrity, character, desire, devotion, dream, drink, emotions, eulogy, faith, family, friendship, happiness, happy, how i feel, i love you, joy, longing, memorial day, people, poetess, poetry, poets, pride, relationship,

Meeting The Soupers

"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched 
my heart in a special way 
with your poem.....your 
new friend Leonora 
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said 
kithinji and so many 
special poets.
Hearty words from these 
unique poets spurred me 
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven 
where feelings and 
emotions are expressed 
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave 
where different forms of 
knowledge are 
exchanged like two 
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to 
meet these dazzling 
gems radiating warmth 
like the sun-a privilege it 
is connect to parts of the 
planet.
I believe we all will meet 
someday,not in the after 
life.
Leonora Galinta is an 
angel to meet,whom I 
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on 
her delicate and graceful 
natureSee her graceful 
carriage, feel her gentle 
hands and smiles as she 
exudes sweetnessI pray 
hand of time will 
backwards when that 
day appears as we walk 
in the woods leading to 
silent deep blue sea with 
gentle breeze 
whispering.....A prolific 
writer as well.
PD will I meet 
someday,love her 
amiable nature,full of 
grace and charmA 
prolific poetess.
Skat is lovely with her 
immeasurable words of 
encouragement.
Kithinji will I love to 
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi, 
stroll with Joe, hv a hike 
with
Sibanda, dine with Ralph 
and you.
Saying hi and hugs to 
Paz Samelo.
Meeting the soupers is 
making a happy family.
   Am gliding like the 
eagle,soaring higher as 
the day pass by         
you soupers are my 
strength.








Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
(Baron Of Ebullion)


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, death, desire, drink, fantasy, food, grave, halloween, imagination, love, lust, magic, mystery, night, romantic, sensual, sexy, sick,

desiring the Vampire

                 
                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              
                                   
                          

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: addiction, drink, food, love, drug,

CUP OF COFFEE PLEASE

Give me strength anew 
I just want my cup of caffeinated brew
Definitely in the morning it’s required
One cup and throughout the day I’m wired
It’s addictive like a drug-induced bliss
A cup or two in the morning who can resist
That bitterness, sweetness, and pungent after taste 
Adding the cream and sugar and it will erase
I like it fresh and piping hot
Sipping it patiently and gracefully to the last drop
It awakens my body and soul
That intoxicated aroma helps me to maintain control
Carmel macchiato is my favorites drink
When I am happy, down, or when I can't think
Doesn't matter if it is iced, hot, or warm
Most of the times I need it to prepare me for life’s not so norm 


Poem Details | by Andy Craig |
Categories: drink, faith, giving, heart, inspiration, love, silver,

The kindness of a stranger

Sitting on the bus with a
thirstMy little girl asking
me for a drink, yet I have
nothing to give.

A kind
stranger over hearsAn old
lady with silvery grey hair.
She taps my daughter on the
shoulder with a bottle of spring
water

It is a lesson learned, giving
from the heartSometimes you do
not need to look farThe human
touch can still spill from the heart
with love, meaning so much.

My faith has
increased from that encounter, that
minute in the hourWith an old
silvery grey haired lady on the bus.


Poem Details | by Jewel Seuss |
Categories: body, desire, drink, love, lust, romance, wine,

Some Fine Wine

As I sip,
A burning slithering between my throat and belly,
Thoughts whisper,
Wrapping themselves around the
Thumping heart.
No one        -nothing-
Can do that.

Yet it aches;
The burns surrounding
The pulsing flesh
Of my stomach.
Is it heated with desire?
Sometimes after, it can come to pass,
And I find my mind
Trudged in the darkness;
Slightly warped-
Tattered,
But still;
The individual remains.
And then, (perhaps)
Whatever it is 
That gives me reason to be more than just skin,
Is touched only slightly-
Like sand between toes,
Silk against cheek,

A burn in the belly-

And my mind tosses itself into a pit.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: lost love, heart, voice, drink, heart, kiss, love, trust, voice,

Broken Trust - David Williams -

~BROKEN TRUST~   ( Collaboration with David Williams )


by~ DAVID WILLIAMS

A Broken Trust Yet still,  
my heart aches for you
All love, all liking, now lost forever 
We are not even a drop of rain, just vapour 
Like dew-bespangled flowers, I weep 
All love all liking now lost, forever 
No longer will I drink your silvery voice 
Like dew-bespangled flowers I weep
My thirst for you, I cannot quench 
No longer will I drink ,your, silvery voice 
Betrayed, from trickled poisonous words
My thirst for you I cannot quench
That first gentle, shy, sweet kiss 
Betrayed from, trickled poisonous words
I trusted you, above all others 
That first gentle shy sweet, kiss 
You were my first true love.


by~ Poet D:

A kiss so sweet, I needed more clarity
Yet my heart aches the same way.
Growing hearts is inevitable, ours grew without morning dew.
How could you ever love me, so shy, I slipped away.
A kiss, I became someone else to please you!
Only to let you see the sweetness you clearly wanted to see.
The deepness in my eyes could not follow.
The dullness of my heart spoke alone.
Every minute your trust was an empty glass.
Rarely I used and held on to the weakness, of the heart.
The chastity around the moon injured my bloom.
Like the night that goes through a phase~ 
The sunrise will dry every drop of our mist.
Strong Solitude walls built, with broken tears.
After my hunger drowned our eyes with venomous words.
Deep down, I will always long for you ~my first true love

A collaboration with *David William

~My collaboration contest~


Poem Details | by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: drink, irony, love, lust,

Somebody Else

A lush
A hot tomato
Full of bourbon
Holding up a bar stool
Cigarette between her fingers
Manicured nails meant to kill
And I’m on a bender
And hell bent
Smoky crushed velvet
James Bond would be so proud
A jazz quartet is swinging 
To a heroin crowd
Sunglasses in the night
The brother is so cool
A nicotine queen
Is filing in between
Bartender named Lloyd
Says my money’s no good 
Drinks are on the house
They know I’ll pay in cocaine
When we slide on out the back
“What was that?” she says
“A double Jack straight up?”
No mixers for me
I’m drinking for the buzz
It takes a lot of booze to kill 
The memories of you 
And pretend I’m someone else.


Poem Details | by Ken Carroll |
Categories: body, drink, love,

Vampire Haiku


His blood flowing warm
she drinks it like chocolate
grasping and screaming...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Poem Details | by Wendy Meyer |
Categories: crazy, deep, desire, drink, love, lust, wine,

DRUNK LOVE


take me home
where i could drink 
the nectar's sweetness.
assuage my thirst
with love's splendor 
the heart's chamber
overflowing honey.
sit on my heart
affectionate desire.
drink together
and sleep under 
the crescent moon
a million stars studded the heavens, 
I swoon.
crazy i allow 
too much love.
intoxicateddrunk.
take my heart, rip it.
a lustful endeavor.
please forget not to sew
the rippings back together.
while i bathe upon the memory
'tis the moment
that i come alive.
play it back
mystified again
beguiled
love is drunk.


(Note :  My pieces lately seemed unfinished work of thought/art as this one 
appears to be suchThe words seem to vibrate, so I let them come out 
naturallyReality or imagined, it doesn't matter nowBut, hopefully I could take 
back a step for awhile and work on the style and art of  words without defiling pure self-expressionThank you for the great talents I find here at soup Looking 
forward to many learnings from y'all I would highly appreciate any souper who 
would like to mentor me from time to timeSoup mail me anytimeThanks so 
much   )