Barstools Poems - Poems about Barstools

... For the Contest: Abandon Sponsor: Constance La France Written 20.05.2025 To live with abandon is to spend your soul as if the tab will never come, but it always does – by poet When abandon ......

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...Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell, Deep in drink, their stories swell. Reflecting how the eons have flown, Strengths once had, now overthrown. "Ah, beauties chased, both bright a......

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...In the saloon a lone, haggard cowboy Had more than double his fill, one last sip An imagined past of unlawful joy Recounting the times he shot from the hip Barstools turn for a showdown, tables......

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...Kind of Blue… Slinking into a still hue of blues Haunting trumpets dart in and out Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic And cling like silk onto full figured rifs When winsome modal notes ......

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...One day— The sea will be my backyard Every morning, standing upon the deck Of the one called Going Numb A “Greatest Dad” mug in one hand My last vice burning orange in the other I wi......

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...We found them!! They were in the alley next to the piled trash outside the club. We were probably so drunk last night; we left them on the barstools. We quickly put them on and hurried......

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...In the After Hour, afterlife, away from borough and a woman. I bellied barstools for balance, contemplating the ensuing draft; Rumpkin, to be exact. The taste of nutmeg calling forward a wayward......

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...Here I sit with, my mind, closing in... On a memr’y, I’ve tried, to escape... I drink everyday, try’n to turn the page But it keeps on, getting replayed She’s the reason the barstool’s still ar......

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...The steamy Havana night air became heavy through the broken-up streets of the old city where ancient Detroit monsters were on display like dinosaurs from some prehistoric era, forgotten, given up to ......

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...GIN MILLS Battered pay phones hung on the walls their rings harsh reminders. They sat, ageing men, hunched on barstools brooding faces glaring into sullen evidence of reflected disdain.......

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...They say that time is supposed to be the best healer But she just stopped loving me today The jukebox is torture for this now lonely man With every old sad song it plays The bartender keeps ser......

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...On the anvil that’s the dorp The noon-day sun beats down. So between twelve and two Life in the place is suspended. Doors to the stores are ‘toe’ And in their dusty windows che......

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...Weary, I am weary of traveling life; this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell - barstools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife. I want to settle, forsake this hotel hell, buy my last airline......

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...DUST LOVE Awake at once and dismissing affection Your adulation, my crush-delight Idolatry, inclination, unfettered rapture I’m wild for worship Your light lashes move me, pull me in Anticipati......

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...there is this bar i went to once up north it is called les pugilist. it is a canadian dive bar somewhere in the western province of quebec. the parking lot is filled with large trucks ......

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