Absinthe Poems - Poems about Absinthe

...Like a gecko, that one changes their colours speaks in tongues long then short blue climbing up and down walls clicking translating the draconians’ poetic profusions all are night creatures in th......Read the rest...

...Treading softly over luscious loam and skeletal leaves Wisps of virtuoso violin slipping through cracks in topiaries A savory smoke curing wild boar With bated breath I hunt the soireé Convivia......Read the rest...

...And oh the hearts of the dollars. Life's rampage. All is love in love and glory. My priest bowed to my maid today. The ones in my mind. This is our absinthe. Our absence of release. Find the......Read the rest...

... oh ... have you seen my darling boy blond hair, like corn silk, falling? lost, his sparkling absinthe eyes but still, my heart keeps calling I thought I saw him run away ......Read the rest...

...Fanciful follies flicker and soar Tickle the timbers of the stage floor Inventing intents to invite their stare Kicking the keys until stripped bare Roaring rafters rattle and roar Teasing......Read the rest...

...Every time I see you, you're more red and in the West I’m always anxious, you don’t seem to know the word exists It comes and goes, you always know, what’s lost will be replaced Here, I ruminate o......Read the rest...

...Night lifts ebon shroud from curved satin sky, drizzle of gold streaks at dawn has begun, paints pearl on meadow with few dew drops shy, dance of hue starts under shimmer of sun. Cadence of cloud......Read the rest...

...La Fée Verte, Mistress of Wormwood, High Consort of la Belle Époque, Shimmering with joie de vivre. She’s holding court with bohemian charm, All haute couture with feathers and furs, Promising ......Read the rest...

...enough is enough-- seriously how would it not the fog rolling over my eyes over my body this fog that swallows my voice annihilates my being digs deep to my very soul losing the me that i so......Read the rest...

...I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking t......Read the rest...

...The four cafes that bordered the water sat eerily still this January night. I had often sat alone, looking down from my apartment window high above the narrow Canal de la Sensee, watching as their j......Read the rest...

...Her world is a paranoid marketplace. Fear is the zeitgeist and panic her shame. She’d married her psyche to a dog whistle pimp Who’d promised her he’d drain the swamp. And sure enough, he did. ......Read the rest...

...Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitte......Read the rest...

..."The wind is the pounding of my heart" On the cerulean waters of the placid lake night falls slowly as we sit together close, splinters of porcelain full moon on ripples shake, breeze i......Read the rest...

...Early Poems XIV Am I by Michael R. Burch Am I inconsequential; do I matter not at all? Am I just a snowflake, to sparkle, then to fall? Am I only chaff? Of what use am I? Am I just a f......Read the rest...