by Thvia Shetley |
Categories:
love,
Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
the brilliant copper sky
fades to twilight beam.
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as young skylarks soundly sleep
in the nearby bracken fern.
The purple hue glints playfully
on a steep highland muir,
with lovers lying blythesome
on the fragrant heather floor,
their drunk love on crescendo
with a piper's distant drone;
sharing peat-whisky dreams
amid the summer’s final gloam.
***********************
by Amanda Mawu |
Categories:
break up, love,
We said our goodbyes steps away from the Mississippi River
a relationship reminding me something like the water, deep, not very clean but beautiful nether the less
The sun was setting and the guitarist nearby seronaded the vodka tequila whisky concoction in his flask.
I grasped my mans hand as if I was falling from a cliff. Because I was...
He said the things that would break the heart of any other girl who was dangerously in love.
But the air that night was so sweet that his words tasted like it.
The sugar coated break up dialogue disguised our departure as just another warm, luscious night by the Mississippi River.
by Bryan Newbey |
Categories:
best friend, for her, for him, friendship love, love, meaningful, poetry, romance, together,
I’ll sip whiskey and stare at the stars with you,
so don’t say it now, say it when it saves me,
when it turns me around,
when it means the strings attached ,
fall to the ground ,
but i’ll still sip whisky and stare at the stars with you,
listening to the wind,
standing on the sand,
watching the waves come in,
i’ll sip whiskey, and stare at the stars with you,
so don’t say it now,
say it when it saves me,
when it turns me around,
say it when i’m standing,
strong on solid ground,
say it when there’s nothing left to bleed,
there’s just those lights and you and me,
yes there’s nothing more i need,
then i’ll sip whisky,
and stare at the stars with you
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
loneliness, love,
I live alone
where a woman is nothing
but a literature in my silence
I live alone
where whisky and smoking
like the crawling lizard in my eye canvas
I live alone
where I am nothing
but a bunch of poems in crowded of the lustful bar
I live alone
and love to live alone
but in the crowded...
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
June 09, 2021
by Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen |
Categories:
blue, cheer up, lost love, love hurts,
You say that you're drowning
Cos your good girl is gone
Gone with her makeup
and her swollen silicon
You're begging for pity
Well here is a plan
Dip your cigar in your whisky
And take it all like a man
You say that your world
Is falling apart
And you good girl's departure
Is eating your heart
You're collecting sorrow
in a black box of tears
You drown in your memories
And say nobody cares
Well I tell you I care
And here is my plan
Dip your cigar in your whisky
And take it all like a man
by Michael F Lewis |
Categories:
on writing and words, people,
I breathe grey air in spaces in between,
And whisky stings my tongue and bides the time,
In steps I aimlessly record the scene,
And cherish my misanthropy sublime.
Wandering the streets and alleyways,
Of this downtown, wherever I may be,
No need for love suffocating my days,
Alone but free to lie with honesty.
I let my flanerie in verses sing,
Excited to report that everywhere,
The happy tattered P.I.G. is living,
“The great imperative” of Baudelaire!
by Xaysouvanh Phengphong |
Categories:
drink, lost love, love hurts, woman,
One last shot
And the bottle will be empty
The aroma and taste
Are superb like crazy
Far away, now you are,
In this melancholic night
Do you drop me like
The last whisky's bye?
by Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen |
Categories:
drink, hate, love,
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
by Udaya R. Tennakoon |
Categories:
life, love, philosophy,
Oval glass
Like your waistline
Touches my fingers
Whisky in it
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold
Sipping by lips
Like your ****
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down
Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube
Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me
In a moment
I stand up
And go for a cigarette.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
by Veronica Joseph |
Categories:
childhood
Small boys in Maine
wear jackets in summer
late spring search for bugs and take nature walks
digging, turning over logs, sticking to trails
ankle deep in freezing water
fishing
shaking
not getting out
small boys in Maine
love the ride to town in the pickup
love the berries and the ice house
its cold here all winter, townspeople tell them
so could you cant imagine
they are thoughtful
like the north pole
worse
the old man growls
and poor Santa aint got whisky to make it through
ride back
bonfire picnic on the beach
cold waves
running up and down they swoop back for a bite of food
we drink coffee
watch their childhood
hold hands
by Jack Horne |
Categories:
birthday,
Although my birthday's very soon,
I won't expect a card or gift
(the shops are open late tonight);
don't think of me; I won't be miffed.
These aftershaves, these ties and shirts
are looking good - but save your cash;
and at my age my birthday's banned!
(That barber shop would wax my 'tache).
Those shops have books I love to read;
I drink that whisky, and that beer.
I don't suppose I'll be surprised
by any type of gift this year...
(not for real) for Sara's preterition contest, 4th April 2016
by Augusto Munoz |
Categories:
love, passion, drink,
I want to drink you naked
the same way I would a complex
whisky.
seduce your Wheat
out of a glencairn glass/
nose your acrobatic aroma/
leave my base/
thrill your grains.
you are a
provocative contradiction.
I want to drink you naked
you are my measured
recipe.
by Colin Mitchell Williams |
Categories:
lost love
Shatter
Scarlet petals they fall
With the iron tracts they leave
Busted on the tears of snow
Coverlet for our memory
Who else is there to blame
For the silence in the night
The bottle empty of its whisky
Rushes headlong to the wall
But sleepless rests within these trembling hands
To die one more time
As I close my eyes
You never knew its taste upon my lips
And now in the darkness
I can at least see my heart
Iron petal it falls
In scarlet tracts
by Night Prophet |
Categories:
beautiful, feelings, happiness, imagery, love, romance, romantic,
We met on a night,
When the indigo leaves,
Covered the pavements,
And rain sprinkled over our heads.
You tasted of apple and cinnamon,
Of something new,
As we sipped whisky,
And looked into each other’s eyes.
More than ready for this roller coaster,
To rejoice in the magic,
Of this beginning,
The beginning of happiness.
The little words you said,
A treasure of meaning,
For me to hold on,
To restore me to my old self.
by Alice Uwihoreye |
Categories:
cry, nostalgia,
Sitting here with a glass of whisky
a bowl of chocolates
listening to the music
and this one reminds me of You
but both of us
how lovely we were
and how in love we were
this song's lyrics broke my heart more
they remind me those mornings
when I was your first priority
and when you were my first thoughts and my breakfast
I want to go back in old times
I want to relive those moments we lived
and those chats we used to
If you still there
and still remember my name
this is the only way to tell you
''you are everything I want''
by Evie Hh |
Categories:
drink, humor, humorous, nonsense, woman, writing,
There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily overdressed, not to mention, anxious and stressed
Even the halibut’s looking depressed.
The darling children all love to whinge
The chubby husbands are all thinner on Hinge
I drain the whisky bottle, and the host hands me some tea
It’s happened again; I guess the drunk must be me.
Evie H
by Lauren Gift |
Categories:
childhood, cowboy-western, lovelove, poetry, , sweet love,
I write about good times underneath shady trees
Dreaming of love and good whisky
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch
Catching fireflies in a mason jar
And Singing country poetry
Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country
Because I don’t know much about love or god
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
city, dark,
There's nothing easy about living in the big easy.
Skinny dogs and two legged spiders
Spinning violence down salty streets
hurricanes drooling upon
below sea level hospitality///
once a year all the misery covered up
by whisky breasts and plastic beads.
Chicken feet clawing their way out from purple corners.
Rock faces eating crawdads and unfiltered cigarettes.
Puffs of blue smoke making love to Marie Laveau's ghost.
Onto the front porches 0f sweaty plantations
Into the black hearts of those magnificent jazzy tombstones.
Death is much easier than living in the big easy.
but not nearly as much fun.
by Xaysouvanh Phengphong |
Categories:
life, lost love, old,
For years, I’ve kept your picture.
Since our dream bloomed
A happy family, we assumed
Our hearts would bond together.
Smiling in black and white
Your soft voice resounding,
I love you, my darling.
Everything will be all right.
Your smile comes alive.
My shaky hand touches your lip.
The whisky glass nearby flips.
Daydream suddenly deprived.
With tissue, I start dabbing.
To save your lovely face,
It left a slight smear trace.
In my mind, you're still smiling.
by Johnny Sherwin |
Categories:
epic
twisted words echo silently across a gostly
wind sweeped dawn...intertwined limps fall
with no grace comsemed with the underleing
thoughts.....the grin then make u see the
world as its true self as let u down time and
again...the mistakes hold ur dreams to ransom
the mournful taste of whisky numbs ur
pain.....unforcable vengence creeps around
ur vains intertwined and mischivers..the
unknown is the greatest adventure dont
formalise ur freedom let it flow there too
many chains that shackle ur sences
philosophize romanacise dont gamble with
love it will only break ur heart...
by Mark Croson The Applethoughtrotten |
Categories:
introspectionlove,
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
A specialty made for you.
Flavored spirits, Whisky and Ale.
Hard Apple Cider too.
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
Taste the sweet surrender.
You'll never need to travel far
to feel all warm and tender.
Tis' liquid love that will break your heart.
Leave you at the isle.
Rip you up, tear you apart.
Flat broke and defiled.
Tis' liquid love that will kill your dreams.
Take all you have from you.
With liquid love the Devil beams.
You're alone, a complete an utter fool.
Tis' liquid love I have for sale.
Quench all that you desire.
Three cold meals, a cot in jail
and a place in Satans Fire.
by Andrei Manzon |
Categories:
absence, anxiety, depression, goodbye, i miss you, lost love, love hurts,
The ember of my soul now diffused,
I lack the concentration now being severely confused,
Walking alone on the pavement of my life
With your absence being my own doing and my own strife.
I chose to leave because that was for the best
And yet there's no comparison to you among the rest,
They may resemble your glee and solemnity
But in truth they're all lies I tell to myself to fake my glee.
I'm a man currently on my own mission
To fulfill my own dire ambition,
Yet the most difficult reality I have to face
Is that without you I may never ever finish this race.
by Eiza Evangelista |
Categories:
valentines day,
Red, White and Pink
Common roses are given to them
Couples are on a bliss
Celebrating the special day…
Mumbling those who didn’t receive
Love notes crumpled for the broken hearted
Whisky, rums and all sorts are for them
Caring the pain of the uncommon day…
The restaurants are fully booked
Parking lots, movie houses are occupied too
Even pens are expensive for notes to write
What a Valentine's day, I am on a ride!
by Callista Howard |
Categories:
community, culture, humanity, racism, rights,
Black and White Scotch, Whisky
A well known popular drink
Love and adored by many
AM I RIGHT!!
Black and White Colors
Worn and favored by majority
AM I RIGHT!!
Then please forgive my stupidity as I write
Why are Black People,
Still having to fight for their Civil Rights
Despite the fact that they were given
Their freedom and Equal Rights
'BLACK LIVES MATTERS', its human rights
What Law or Right,
Do we have to KILL, PERSECUTE
SUPPRESS or RIDICULE these black lives
It's time I write and shed some light
BLACK LIVES, ALL LIVES SHOULD MATTER
AREN'T I RIGHT!
by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories:
celebration, together,
Come on to party
Disc roll on player speaker knock into the ear deaf deal with drink waist found a ring on Tite by giving a smile and expression in your face
Tabooco burn smoke are on side of floor lazer shoots screen of heart
Moon want to sneak grass of ground jumping with foot jump jumping
Sad when I realized this is only one heart beating alone with a glass of whisky
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri