Drink Poems | Examples of Drink Poetry

I feel maybe I hadn't chosen My dream of studying abroad with lots of sacrifices and restless body I still end up being miserable Abroad makes you thirsty for money Where you quench it by slowly Killing your health and body Is it possible to go back ? My heart always plead me I smile gently and...

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The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page. Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold. Daring not to expect much to read or write, I stare blankly from the aughts of night. Stars are but memories from books, Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel....

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When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!” Mike’s “No” would reckon choice. His mom ignored this new campaign; rebuff became Mike’s voice. Having seen what crack does to his mom, Mike felt no peer sway, but still stayed stranger to the world of common...

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through my long-stemmed glass red & white stripes, blue with stars merlot reflection muted-purple silhouette prolonged sips, flag pole on porch...

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No pease porridge for me if you please neither hot nor cold especially not if what's in the pot is nine days old for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa (no pottage slop) I'm predisposed and have the propensity to pour a potent potable (pink plonk) and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini porcini plus a peck of pecorino...

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A Drink of Let Go Hardy Levis shorts Stuckup seesaw Let go of forgot Now playing To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time Echo at the end before The meeting has begun I can't let go I say what is life On any casual day Will I miss the flowers and the.trees There's a girl over there we latch on...

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To drink you in like a spring of light, in the mystery of the night unfolding Into thousands of silver threads, woven by stars on the sky like a silk canvas. Your body, a cathedral of desires, beneath my trembling fingers, Is a map of constellations, where our dreams catch and unite. Your serene gaze, a crystal lake in...

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Paddy was a hit man for the Irish Mob hired to be slick and do a whack job but he didn't have the knack or know the trick without being caught and put in the nick behind bars but not the sort one might think where a few jars may be bought and he did so love a drink more than one too many was his undoing the cause...

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Dining and Wine sipping lovers Like a Red Rose to think of Evening of elegance Beauty and Harmony Tone of the night through avion Food quality delight Music making everything alright Dance of two of eyes facing in a trance Swirl and circle Kiss highlight A date of all time Full Moon watch Stars advance Feeding romance Reservation and atmosphere being the right place at the right time A Man...

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If you want To go out Have a drink Shake a leg Take a bet Take a chance Win or lose Have a dance I don't really care I don't care All that much Come and go it - so? Have a run Getting fit I don't really Give a... What do you want Do you know Please yourself Let it - go Take a risk Feet first Jump right in Bubble - burst If you think about, how...

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Thats offal! What is offal? I think this is Offal. Yeah it's Offal. Can we have more? Yeah ; but you know it's Offal. oh my God it's Offal. It sure is. It Sure is offal! Lady Meatus and Gent's Woman ate Offal. He caught de Bussy and went to get Offal. He like "em Offal. Offal, Offal man. ya'll know thats Offal. The Offal Mister Offal! That's ah Offal! Lady Meatus like ah Offal. Offal...

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As happiness now, Johnson thunk, Requires that a fellow be drunk, Pursuing the happy, A literate chappy, So happy became that he stunk....

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I shall read you a poem in my drunken state, if my speech is slurred, forgive me mate, it is a cocktail of rum, vodka and cognac, if boss finds out I will surely get the sack! so am i drinking at work? you may ask, yes, my mate, from my steel thermos flask, I bring in to work each morning...

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The premise goes everyone knows before entering the premises while still outside yet on the mat it's no gentleman who forgets to doff his cap or remove his hat if dining out or at a private party for a particular person it's impolite at most to sip slurp or slink a drink before the toast to a hospitable host and when beside the table laden confronted...

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I’d say I know my partner pretty well: She’s cool, so smooth, and outshines every light? that merely grazes her—O’! what a sight! If just that you could see what I can’t tell! My partner is that holy, hallowed well!— A muse and martyr, wisp and wanton sprite, if you could catch an honest glimpse, you might then think I’ll...

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