Barroom Poems - Poems about Barroom

...i WAS WUNDOORING IF..... i DON'T WANNA SOUND LIKE A FOOL SAYING IT NUT IF WE USED RAW LUMBER AND MADE TWO BIG CRATES AND SAT THE SMALLER CRATE INSIDE THE LARGER ONE AND SPRAYED SPRAYFOAM IN T......Read the rest...

...Beyond bright garish flashes of neon lights, blaring music and drunken barroom fights, it's my wish to find tranquility and solitude within a realm where the moon is red-hued. I'd gladly wander a......Read the rest...

...Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone......Read the rest...

...By day, Turtle is coincidental he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant by the side of an ornamental pond that is always empty of fish. The traffic creates a dusty coat on his stone shell, yet......Read the rest...

...That’s what the Ground hogs whistle: ‘hell or high water’ then they put on their old-timey spectacles and the glasses slip to the end of their stubby snouts. The squirrels climb too high fo......Read the rest...

...“Amazing Grace” never grows old A hymn for all times and places Even the most jaded will sing it I’ve heard it in barroom spaces ‘Tis often sung in worship services By the choir and ......Read the rest...

...He was my friend For just a few years, Our friendship cemented Over ciggies and beers, And chatting up birds On long boozy nights And standing back to back In barroom fights. We had an arr......Read the rest...

...COUNTRY MUSIC IS ON: There we go, Flashing all the fever from my bones. Now I'm grown, Smiling with beauty as supposed; That inspires so, Because it's something that I've proposed. I believe......Read the rest...

...I don't want to get drunk anymore. These hangovers I truly deplore. Yet as the sun goes down you know where I'm bound: goin' drinkin' just like before. I don't want to g......Read the rest...

...Thru an opened bedroom (albeit screened) window... Accessible twenty four hours a day seven days a week, fifty two weeks a year. Spring 2022 Curtain call at Highland Manor Apartments unit b4......Read the rest...

...She’s into sushi and sapiosexuals, Yogis with crystals, and vain intellectuals. Just a flutter-by wisp with a thin portmanteau, Who doesn’t believe what she’d rather not know. Her porcelain feat......Read the rest...

...I see we are open again. It’s time to welcome old friends. The homely, the lonely, they who want only to have somewhere to place their rear ends. The people I bear are so glad. The stories ......Read the rest...

...Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged w......Read the rest...

...With thoughts of getting fish-faced on a Friday night, I dropped anchor in a portside bar To contemplate the crooked path to closing time; Couldn’t guarantee I’d get that far. I ordered a te......Read the rest...

...She presses into the noise like a tabacco leaf pressing into the shape of a coffin nail. The smoky haze that fills this darkened place does little to camouflage the weariness of life. Ol......Read the rest...