Best Bottles Poems

It's my fault Pixie loves bottles
On a whim I once gave her one
Now I want it brought to a Halt
But she will not be undone

Sad eyes are giving me glances
I hurry to empty my drink
She prances off, with the bottle
Accenting her nails painted pink

She loves...

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Another bout of unconsciousness, disguised as a nighttime’s sleep;
Another day of broken promises that she knows she cannot keep;
Another shot to cure the loneliness inside her long, tormented soul;
Another bottle drank to emptiness with destruction as its final goal.

With words slurred and visions blurred, denial...

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After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of 
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin 
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my 
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at...

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Wandering spring ants
by the edge of my lip-print,
solving ***** riddles...

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Water bottles everywhere
‘Cause that’s what people drink:
Aquafina, Poland Spring
And more each time you blink.

Evian and Fuji,
Pellegrino and Propel,
Perrier, Dasani, Volvic – 
More than stores can sell.

Water bottles everywhere
But this is what I think:
New York City water tastes
The best, straight from the sink!...

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Opening bottles

Men can
Women can't
Not always anyway.
Some women
Have men's hands
Knobbly and strong
Take my late mother-in-law
Hands good for
Wringing heavy washing
Lifting pints of Guinness too!
Me, useless, needing a man
If only to open my bottles....

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There are drunks in the parking lot of the mall.
They keep singing about bottles of beer in the wall.
No longer am I able to stand it all.
These bums don’t sound like a choir to me.
They are chanting out of tune, and a bit off key.
Nobody...

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aboard the ship named Jolly Roger
she
wears the black Skull and Bones Flag
and
it 
waves in the salty air
where 
the 
pirates celebrate
in all the captured booty
and
flashed
their 
whiskey smiles and yellow bloodshot eyes
while
the 
pirates shouted out
the 
sun taste like sweet bottles of rum...

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His pain labelled his face
Like an abandoned quarry full of "danger" signs
His guilt numbed his emotions
Like the blandest sand dune in the Saharra
With a head full of broken bottles
His mind was severed from clear thinking.

My father slept walked through life.

Ruled by the thoughts of others
Governed...

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Please please, I  don't wanna go to sleep.
Let me stay up I won't make a peep!
It seems like the grownups have all the fun.
Look at those cool bottles, can I have one?

You are so silly you make me giggle.
Dancing around your belly jiggles.
Being sent...

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Bottles

Pass me another bottle to pour down my sorrow,
My love I wrote you poem of me being drunk in morning tomorrow,
I love the poison poisoning my mind to come up with slick rhymes,
So pass a blunt I'll roll one tonight,
Getting fading as I puff puff...

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Stay hydrated for health and weight
daily drink bottles of water around eight
Help stay off hunger and keep you slim
but you better keep a nightlight when

The urge will surge for a liquid purge
up all night to pee, sleeping a memory
Up again to that porcelain bowl
all night...

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Raging, inviting. Inscrutable ice.
King Neptune's daughter, her moods are water
You'll never swim in the same ocean twice
She'll wait to decide which bait to provide

The wind in her sail grows to gale at shoreline
She weighs on a scale that you fail to define
while you're walking the...

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A quake took place
between my shoulder blades
teeth ground to dust behind my face
the scraping of tectonic plates
scared me to my hiding place
bottles and blankets, a child’s space
it cannot withstand the shakes
that are now all too commonplace....

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There were two bottles of milk
Their names Yig and Yog,
Who planned a daring escape
In the early morning fog.

Forced to become cereal killers,
The mere thought; made their white blood curdle,
As they struggled to free themselves
From their plastic milk-crate girdle.

Yig said to Yog:
"If you make it to...

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