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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, heart, introspection, passion, philosophy, wine, women,

A Question of Love

Loves promenades towards emptiness
	longing is a void
darkness of a million universes
where mythical black holes
chant of timeless desires

Yearning for carnal eternity
where candles never die

Two of us
	never met
	oceans apart
	gasping for affections
	in different times
	winds may have swept
	this way or that
	never seen

Wind and candle lie in death
so lost
in emptiness

Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: desire, love, lust, sensual, sexy,

Summer Wine - An Erotic Romance

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the sceneThe vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar A wondrous apparition at a table not far The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit The name of the song eluded he had to admit The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned She sat all alone when he cast his eye around He approached her shyly asking to join for a while With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile She lifted her glass, her invitation divine They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill The room in slow motion, a world standing still Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights He walked her home under a sky of azure blue Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile Invited him in for her sweet summer wine Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released Shimmering seductively around to her feet Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual His projected resplendence complimented her perfections And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin A washed him in nectar from her passion within Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine United as one as their limbs entwined To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo A comet streaking from a Stellar above signalling their passionate release of love Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine Beaming their energy into the Universe divine Together they basked in a euphoric state The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine So tarry a while for some more summer wine
Footnote: Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write? Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences! So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES! There - Now you have it! Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP) RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choiceIt’s just for pleasure, he says. There - That answers you second question!

Poem Details | by Red OMara |
Categories: kiss, love, wine,

One Day if I Could Spend The Night

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night, 
I would stack your hearth with firewood, 
and we would sit together on your couch, 
you, your feet tucked under you, 
your head against my chest, 
while I would hold you close 
and breathe that faint and lovely fragrance of your hair.
And we could dine on pizza and red wine, 
in the softly glowing firelight
One day, perhaps, if I could spend the night

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night, 
there would be no haste, 
no urgency in either of our lives, 
and we could have another glass of wine, 
while speaking soberly 
of matters sombre, 
if we felt that way inclined
we would have that other glass of wine and laugh at matters impolite
One day, perhaps, if I could spend the night

One day, perhaps if I could spend the night, 
when we were ready we would go to bed 
and kiss 
and make unhurried love
equally unhurried, we would not
And we would listen to the wind and rain 
and kiss and make unhurried love again
equally unhurried, we would not
Then we would sleep, 
egg and spoon together
With each of us at peace
And everything, in both our worlds, would be just right
One day, 
if I could spend the night

Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,

Can poetry matter

In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or notPerhaps it should be novelsStones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.

Poem Details | by Jim Marshal |
Categories: happiness, love, passion

Raspberry Wine

Musty antiquity 
Spice inside
a cauldron 
of ripe reason
Five months 
brewing boiling 
now the suave coolness,
animals don’t know
how to simmer their lovebroth
like this.

Only the Titan breath, what they desired remained

The world was dark, centralised 
the centre imposed
upon her perfect
his horned chest 
woolen jumper swollen with clues
breasts rising like meringues in a brick oven 
on her lips hung her whole life 
he extracted from her lips 
what he knew she was 
dying to give.

Ambience, randomosity, the
haze of a lantern
stage-lit movement in dust
eyes swivelled, bottles made
their pleas to be known
wise ancestral spirits

The gallery browsed.

Time stuck
between the molars

Abandoned corner;
hazelnut liquer, pomegranate
blood and something else.
They sat on the ground 

with this raspberry wine 
and sipped each other 
profoundly, irrevocably
She, mineral rich
rivulets of stone-clean water, 
soft aquamarineHe, present
like limestone
crumbling to a silent past,
frictitious, only lovers perch
on the cracked mantle 
of reality like this,
only they hear the moment's plea 
for recognition.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: longing, love, wine, wisdom, universe,

Call me, Call me


If their is one breathing angel left in the universe
I do plead
Tell the gal to call me

If she has a heart, even of coal
Let me be the furnace
To burn her passions

If she doesn’t care
Let me care for both
Let the clouds carry us away

If I am a fool 
Let me dream
Of a magical time and place

When I listened to her sweet beautiful grace
Her voice the melody
Of my fantasy

Let me be
Let my love free
Call me and whisper to me

Sweet nothings

Poem Details | by Dan Kearley |
Categories: faith, love,

The Wine Glass Of Love

                                     The wine glass of love
                                      Will  it  ever overflow
                                      Have you drank of  it
                                      Do  you really   know
                                      It's filled  to  the rim
                                      With   precious   love 
                                      And    understanding
                                      So  take  just  a   sip
                                     It's not too demanding
                                      And follow your heart
                                        With this gift for it
                                              Was given
                                                To you
                                            Sad Times
                                    When you feel so blue 

Dan Kearley:

Poem Details | by Doug Vinson |
Categories: history, love, wine,

1985 Robert Mondavi Winery Cabernet Sauvignon Reserve

A beautiful ride off into the sunset, and your horse 
passes through a blooming cherry orchard bordered by cedars; 
your leather saddle was rubbed with high-quality tobacco yesterday

It's a big herbal cherry sun that is setting, and you can taste it, 
with a sprinkling of spices, and the satiny union of the tannins are upon you,
so subtle that you wish for more at first; you must be patient as the velvet embrace deepens, insinuating itself deep within you in a silky smooth process, until a final slow-motion fillip of astringency touches the front of your mouth

The cork was wet and crumbly almost to the top
Definitely time to drink this wine; wish I had more.

A great wine to drink in solitary contemplation, or quietly, with friends.

*Robert Mondavi - Rest In Peace, man, you died in 2008 at age 94, and you always believed in making great wine.

Tasting Note written in April, 2015.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, introspection, love, love hurts, memory, philosophy, wine,

Left Wanting

Your smile
Your hug
Your kiss
Your caress
Your tenderness

Holding you in the night
Perfume scented tranquility
Bringing me humility
Your breath upon my chest

Is my life, till the day I rest
In my grave
Missing you

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, imagery, love, wine,

A Bottle Of Red

Slipping down inside a crystal chandelier 
red rouge cheeks running on through
breathe  as visions settle in my mind
you're just a little bit of nutty 
with an apricot perfume
quite exceptional  I do say
a kindred spirit bouquet

Teasing along the tip of my palate 
caramel gaze of grandeur glows
as you kiss my parched lips away
partaking a perfect compliment 
in every simple way
sparkles spill in anticipation
topping off a pleasant kind of day


Poem Details | by Vernette Hutcherson |
Categories: food, happiness, love, music,

Candle Light And Wine

Candle light and sweet wine
Dinner for two and soft music
A night made for love

Poem Details | by Diana Dinca |
Categories: lost love, love hurts, meaningful, metaphor, philosophy, psychological,

Poison and wine

I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.

I’ve got oceans in my veins
And to sail them, you alone.
I’ve got a blood-stained hurricane
And you wear my poison as cologne.

You’ve got a storm beneath your skin
And then a storm’s what you become.
I’ve got my fire to remind you
Who burned and made you come undone.

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Poem Details | by GeorgeKenneth Martin |
Categories: love, time, time, time, wine,

The Sands Of Time

.....I give you my all through the sands of time 
.......As your hearts rhythm beats with mine 
............Your face reflects my touch within 
..............As the sifting sands pour within 
.................You fill my arms forevermore 
...................Lips of wine wanting more 
.........................As time sifts through 
...............................A sky of blue 
.................................Two hearts 
.....................................A star 
................................Does shine 
.............................On lips of wine 
.........................Our bodies rubbing 
......................Our hearts start blazing 
..................Firey flames make you mine 
................As I give to you my eternal kiss 
...........You start shaking in a shivering bliss 
........Then your hearts rhythm beats with mine 
.....As I give you my all through the sands of time 


Poem Details | by Orlando Leach Jr. |
Categories: love

Red Wine

Nocturnal heart walks with wine.
Moon-lit soul succumbs to "red".
Pure cherry lip-stick kisses.
Sweet love-tainted taste.

Poem Details | by johnathon bart |
Categories: faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, inspirational, love, passion, day,

Salty Wine

The wine in my glass
Salted by my tears
The blood from my heart
Pumps a million fears...
And day upon day
Becomes year upon years...

All this time,
I had to know...
Where you were,
And does time flow...
As slow for you,
As it has for me?
And will there ever come
A day that we...

Will speak again,
Will share our love
In wonderment
Of the stars above

And now it has
Come to pass
I share this world again
With the lass
Who's beauty lies
Inside and out,
And from the rooftop,
I long to shout...

"Thank You God!
Thank You so!"
You have brought her back
And now I know...

The flame still burns,
Burns so bright...
It turns away
The black of night...

And so I say
Miracles do come to me
See the Golden Light
And the love that must be.

Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: betrayal, heartbroken, hurt, lost love, sad,

Dreaming of Yesterday's Wine

Sitting alone at the edge of the ocean breathing the mist and the brine; pondering deeply the seas endless motion while dreaming of yesterday’s wine. Ocean breeze blowing through golden locks flowing over her shoulders divine. Missing caresses and love always showing while dreaming of yesterday’s wine. Tenderness traded their passions they sated under the moons gentle shine; longing for rewind of moments created and dreaming of yesterday’s wine. One day it happened temptation came calling beckoning seemed so benign ‘twas but an omen of times so appalling now dreaming of yesterday’s wine. Love they once shared now just memories pondered, moments in time left behind; thinking so sadly her love that was squandered and dreaming of yesterday’s wine.
November 2, 2018

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 umbrella red.
Breathing your silent air.
My eyelids closed.inside your hug and care.

The fragrance of water..intoxicating wine.
I was drunken 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 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


Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: angst, lost love, love, passion,

Share My Wine

Share my wine
One last time
Lay next to me
Let me feel your sweet breath
On my neck once more,
I have never forgotten you,
And everything you swore
Locked in crystal eternity
Inside my love
You lay next to me
each night I live
In memories you yet give

Poem Details | by Jean Marble |
Categories: love, time,

Wine from Roses

I search within these grains of sand
    Sifting slowly through my hands
       Seeking that one special key 
          to unlock the tomb of memories

All the footprints washed away by tides
    but once upon a time still lives inside
        Calling back the endless pleasures
           Waking thoughts of bygone treasures

I still wring wine from dried out roses
    and sculpt hard rock in limber poses
        I can still find sugar in the ocean salt
            when time rewinds and my mind comes to halt.

For once a dream I dreamed came true
   I walked along these shores with you
      The love we shared still whispers on the sea
          this sea of endless memories.

Poem Details | by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: food, love, wine,

Things I love

There are so many things I am mad about.
Take sunrise with red clouds and soft rays
Penetrating through the water laden clouds.
Rain is imminent, thunder threatening afar.
It matters not, for I love to stay cosy indoors.

Soon it will rain and with impulsive haste I’ll
Sit at my beloved baby grand, and play 
A few tentative light hearted arpeggios
Followed by a mesmerizing uplifting allegro
But never finish with some sad dirge.

By noon the weather clears into a soft breeze
And I proceed to have a meal made up
Of my favourite shell fish and rigatoni 
With shredded truffles and a glass of chilled Chablis.

From that terrace I could see the turbulent sea,
Its waves rolling nonchalantly towards the shore,
Rising and falling, always transient
And showering us with froth of salty spray,
A sweet caress that tastes so pleasant on my lips.

So many things that give me pleasure and satisfaction.
And you, Madam?  You’re so perceiving and sensitive.
Your glossy lips meet mine:   It is the best thing I love.

Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: love, time, love, time, wine,

Fermenting Wine

In the strait of straight talk Twain shall be able to walk One twin of twain often mocks Causes me, myself and I am talks When human concepts flip Love gives us worthwhile tips Of new wine time to take a sip Wisdom of Love is ocean’s dip When old wine has become inept `Tis time to remember where love is kept Into the serpent the mind doth flip a serpent logic stem, ill equipped Evil was not of Love created of human mind was meditated ample proof is worldly integrated ~ Though tis of love mitigated What has been said… has already been read… time and time again add new message blend! least consciousness suffer again!

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, crazy, love, paradise, wine, woman,

The Hacker

The Hacker

Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows

My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made

2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too

Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat

I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway

Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May

Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine

I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: angst, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, introspection, life, love, sad,

Wine and Dine

Wining and dining,
Dancing and prancing
Hoping I'll score,
My money I'm chancing...

Desperate for love,
A body warm
All my sensualities
Begin to swarm

Peck on the cheek,
My $100 prize
I stood there still,
With glazed eyes

Inside she rushed,
With ne're a word,
I stood still on the stoop,
Like a highschool nerd

Was it my hair?
My breath?
My looks?
Does she see
My hands as hooks?

Home I went,
Head hung low,
Well, at least,
Now I know...

No vanity
Do I see...
Worthy of...
Overcoming me.

Poem Details | by Heather Hill |
Categories: art, devotion, family, husband, imagination, life, love, mother, passion, people, romance, song-visionary

Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste

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-
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 Wendy Meyer |
Categories: crazy, deep, desire, drink, love, lust, wine,


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.
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
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   )

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: romance, romantic, wine,

A Toast of Love

Blood of my heart 
flows into you 
the sweetest wine 
sparkling light 
shines upon you 

In this open 
chapter of life 
I hand you 
a silver chalice 
The treasure 
from the heart 
straight out cut
of it's chambers 

Laying it bare
before you 
In offering to you 
your lips 
Heavenly divine 
the mouth's temptation 
all but a breath away 

Tongue the molten shrine 
trickling in emotions 
like the sea 
Upon the rocks 
warm and invite me in 
drink from the vine 

Lusting its taste 
lovers seeking 
the pleasure 
You love the wine 
do you love me 
You answer 
love's toast 
toast to love

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: dance, love, romance, wine,

This Thing Called Love

This Thing Called Love – 4 Lines
After feasting on this amazing THING called love all through the NIGHT, we sweetly sip from silver goblets, aged wine rich, red, warm, and mellow, wistfully wishing to delay the threatening dawn that breaks golden, pale yellow. In Wonderland, we woozily waltz - wildly, wantonly, to wondrous Wagner.
12-17-2015 Contest: 4 Lines Sponsor: Silent One Placement: 2nd

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: dance, love, malayalam, rain, wine,

Visual Of A Verso

(Wined Floor)

The wine brewed without
Drip drop drip drop
Visual temptations lured me
My bronze tresses wet
Down the nape to my soul
Red painted toes
Danced on the wined floor
Decked for love.

Balveen Cheema
Contest: Visual Of A Verso
August 20, 2015

Poem Details | by Ivy Vresk |
Categories: love,

Red wine,white wine

Red wine,white wine
not sure if I love any one,
this  I'll live up to  you
to find it out.
while I am waiting for a glass of wine,
will you,
let me know
what's the verdict now.
Red wine or white 
what is difference
I will end dronk
with out falling in love.
So what is difference,
no one will ever know
unless you,
like I did,
fall in love and 
oh yes 
you and live me behind,
never to return,
I am asking you
what difference does it make 
red wine or white
you will be as I 
drank with out taste of love