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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Ken Carroll |
Categories: body, drink, love,

Vampire Haiku


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

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

The kindness of a stranger

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

A kind
stranger over hears. An 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 heart. Sometimes you do
not need to look far. The human
touch can still spill from the heart
with love, meaning so much.

My faith has
increased from that encounter, that
minute in the hour. With 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 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 Paul Schneiter |
Categories: crush, drink, love hurts,

Drowning

John was losing his mind over Mary.
For days by her house he would tarry.
But she knew him not
Giving him no thought.
Now he lives on rye whiskey and sherry.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, celebration, cheer up, cool, courage, crush, cute love, drink, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, forgiveness, freedom, fun, happy, heartbreak, i love you, i miss you, longing, lost love, love, love hurts, metaphor, new york, people, relationship, romance, romantic, sensual, social, soulmate, symbolism, true love, wisdom, word play,

To us

One shot of envy
Two shots of love
Few drops of luck
Just a hint of fear.

Pour over cubes of the past
Shake well, shake well
Top with hope
Garnish with joy.

Poem Details | by Hannah Edwards |
Categories: conflict, forgiveness, heartbroken, image, love, malayalam, truth,

Drink on the Nightstand

A drink on the nightstand calls
To me who would be the listener
To hear what he has to say
About what happens in this room.
The water within the pale, clear cup
Is lined with lipstick and plastic
But all the while he still cries
As though the lips who touch him are his.
A drink on the nightstand screams my name
Come and taste what I have to give
But I know that one sip of his poisonous nectar
And no longer my life shall I live
For you are the drink within its tall
Drink on the nightstand that calls.

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: august, dance, desire, drink, fun, how i feel, i love you,

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT

Taste buds astute.
How perspicacious are you?
Everyone tends to know food.

Socializing and now you are ready for your appetizer.
Kicking off your shoes and now you are relaxing.
Yesterday was hectic but today is perfect.

Involve your mind because you are
Sassy and fine.

Taste of champagne
Has my mind playing games
Every time I hear your name.

Let’s party
Invigorate the environment
Motion and rhythm
Intimate and together
This is our time.
_________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 27, 2014!

Poem Details | by Lisa Costigan |
Categories: drink, funny love, humorous, violence,

Your having a giraffe

Just a normal Sunday sitting on my chair
When all of sudden in walked my auntie uncle Claire

What the hell you doing barging in like that??
He said your not going fu**ing believe it? I just ran over your Cat

I said the only pussy in this house is my other half,
We played a few drinking games and i beat him at charades
He soon ad enough of that tho so i  pulled out deck cards then he stared moaning reckon the games i play are hard.

Well i had enough of his lip i couldn't take no more
so rubbed his face on cheese grater and now hes bloody sore.

Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: drink, love,

Ode to a Coffee Cup

		  

There you sit, my Love,
holding nectar from above,
strong and rich and hot.
More awaits me in the pot!

Your serum lures me;		
from my ennui, it cures me.
I clutch you and sup
from your bounty, coffee cup.

Dear, I hold you tight,
be it afternoon or night.
Solo, with a meal—
you possess immense appeal.

Folger’s, Maxwell House--
two great brands that I espouse!
Hazelnut or French
vanilla and just a pinch

of sugar creates
the magic mix that abates
my need for a sweet,
steaming, caffeine-laden treat!



November 29, 2016, entered in the Kim Rodrigues Wake Up with Coffee or Tea Contest

Poem Details | by elizabeth wesley |
Categories: love, drink,

The Feast

You are as food and drink to my life
As showers give soul to the ground;
And for the joy to see you, the knife
Severs heart and soul without sound.
Yet, if my cry should reach your ears
And you could know you are my treasure;
To drink all my yearning tears
I would love you without measure.
For my eyes delight on the face in my sight
And happy am I for that stare
From you who ignite all my dreams at night
And dissolve my inner being without care.
So I grieve and aspire each long day,
To feast on you if you would only come my way.

Poem Details | by Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen |
Categories: drink, hate, love,

I hate my whisky

I hate the sky on a sunny day
I hate to watch the children play
   I hate my whisky I hate my beer
i hate the music in my ear

I hate songbirds all around
I hate every gentle sound
   I hate my whisky I hate my beer
and I hate to give and I hate to share

I hate the cites and I hate the towns
I hate the ups and I hate the downs
   I hate my whisky I hate my beer
but I drink it all - to hide my fear

I hate my books and poems too
I hate the things I wrote for you
   I hate my whisky I hate my beer
and I spend my hatred everywhere

I hate the hours in my hourglass
it only shows the time that pass
   I hate my whisky I hate my beer

But I love it all - when you are here



Poem Details | by hayley webb-myers |
Categories: baby, bird, cute love, drink, family, friendship, good morning,

special friend of mine

A friend so sweet,
I'm lucky to have found.
So much laughter,
Whenever she is around.
Turning something so small,
Into such a fun thing.
Every-time we catch up,
We laugh, dance and sing.
The trouble we get into,
Just from our kids.
They tell us off,
I'm not telling fibs.
That doesn't stop us,
from having our time.
To have a drink and laugh,
With a special friend of mine.
6/11/2015

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: dance, drink, money,

The Irish Love A Bit Of Craic on Saint Patrick's Day

Cian careen into Quigley's Pub
for a little Irish whiskey and sub
before long dancing
an Irish jig romancing 
the wee fawning lassies lap club

lassies hooting and flapping being bold
with blarney about his pot of gold
money he was countin
while lassies were mountin
full of craic, pole dancing, and few handholds


much Irish brew a sot Cian became
I'm takin my money you can't blame
when he got to his lair
pot did he held bare
shame he did claim but himself to blame

3/26/2017

Poem Details | by Danita Michelle Allen |
Categories: chocolate, drink, love,

Hot and Chocolatey

Alone,
I sit
and
breath in...
your essence.
Once again,
You've brought 
meaning,
understanding,
and a certain...flavor,
to my presence.
I love your...
Hot & Chocolatey, Self!
You're not COMPLETELY, 
worthless,
sitting on the
shelf.
but, you have so much
more to offer,
when I hold you!
When I can sip at you,
&
nip at you,
as my hands,
warmly, mold you.
And, with one sweet taste,
I quickly
skip one through eight,
Because, really...
who has the time?
So, I skip one through eight,
and go directly, to
cloud NINE!
Umph, umph, umph!
Yes, Lawd!
I...LOVE...your
Hot
and
Chocolatey,
SELF!

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: animal, cat, drink, flower, funny love, humor, pets,

Mistaken identity

The royal cat nips                                                                                                     from staring morning glories                                                                                      drunkenly pounces

Poem Details | by Julie Grenness |
Categories: allegory, drink, humor, i love you, love hurts, nonsense,

Allegory

Can  I ascend a poem allegorical?
Are Tetley's teabags paradoxical?
A teabag is full of strength,
Teabag enters moisture at full string's length,
Radiating vigour and a pick-me-up,
While the tea drinker begins to sup,
There is the teabag, 
Sodden, drained by old hag,
Teabag limp and fatigued,
I ponder, intrigued,
Are teabags sent from above?
Is a teabag truly true love?
Is this a poem allegorical?
Used teabags-quite paradoxical!

Poem Details | by Ann Holmes Williams |
Categories: beauty, best friend, drink, encouraging, friendship, funny, funny love,

Earl Grey

I taste your bergamot nectar.
Orange rhythms entice any suitor. 
I drizzle you with honey in the midst of true friends
To calm all tensions in the mist of turmoil.
Hence  I shall love you.
You shall love me.
And that is how it shall be.
For all eternity.