Whisky Poems - Poems about Whisky

...The Mystery ship I have read about things like people from March with dinner-plate eyes and long, thin bodies If these people are among us, why aren't normal like Elon Musk, he is smart and will ......Read the rest...

... by c.geeplay By the time I caught my breath and understood the significance of what I had just witnessed, it felt as though my alarm was an insignificant fear carried by the surging......Read the rest...

...Lightheaded I ambled towards the lonely pub. Liquor helps sometimes you know. It burns the mind, empties it of niggling thoughts, of subtle yearnings, of ambitious aspirations. There she w......Read the rest...

... The profound feeling that everything’s wrong and nothing is wrong. That everything’s *** and everything’s so damned beautiful, at the smallest shift of a foot. And the immensity of t......Read the rest...

...If only Eve hadn’t met Adam And angry Hitler had met Freuid If Stanley never met Ollie And David Gilmore had never been in Pink Floyd Shakespeare had run out of ink and quill for a pen Mother Hu......Read the rest...

...Who wrote the book of love Why do fools fall in love You Can't Hurry Love You can if you're making it Does Blondie's Sunday I Don't Know What Love Is Ask someone who knows Love Me Like A Hurr......Read the rest...

...Slight imperfections of A faded soul Once strong and fruitful Now barely whole Winsome dreams of A better life Less bittersweet of Stress and strife Physical adversity And brain not there......Read the rest...

...I feel I need to escape life sometimes. Get caught on some black and white, grainy film, as I am driving into the unknown, listening to records. Sitting in pubs, drinking whisky, hanging a......Read the rest...

...If I call you, would you come and join me in the sun? If I call you, would you say that the day is done? I see you running all over the place with boots laced up to your waist and leather jackets wit......Read the rest...

...Scotland, My Home Scotland, my home, where I was born and bred Where the saltire flies high above my head Where the bagpipes sound and the kilts are worn Where the haggis tastes and the whisky ......Read the rest...

...All night a sleepwalking death stumbled in and out of his prone body. He had been drinking again, whisky fumes rolled around a dry, thick tongue. The air in the room wavered from hot to co......Read the rest...

... Dippers, drinkers, smokers, sippers. There was always bottle or can-openers Because mom was a Coca-Cola lady. She would have a Coke daily. Grandma was a coffee lover of one brand or another.......Read the rest...

...Line of enquiry : "God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma, As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste. I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart. Breath by breath thus......Read the rest...

... I think when I’m in heaven, I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud. Pour some Tennessee whisky, and read poetry to the crowd. I’ll hug my dad a few times, I’ll kiss my mom on both her cheeks. Sit......Read the rest...

...Church bells ringing, choirs sing in harmony beautiful sounds all around town buildings There goes a deer skipping and dancing full of enjoyment that can be felt by all. Even the sky seems to c......Read the rest...