Best Intoxicating Poems
Whiskey Lips So Sublime
Whiskey Lips step now over the line of true fire-water,
As a warm-burning brings forward one glowing sign.
The golden mead of sweet mountain dew appears now,
As each golden drop sighs it moment of escape and as
The alcohol signals and sparks the wildest of spirits in
One’s own true self!
This moment of sublime ecstasy excites and sparks your
Deepest inner-spirit and you begin to slur and sing loudly,
As your mind begins to reel from the drunken delight of
Your very own intoxicating breaths—noble, yet stupid,
As you become drunken forever under each psychic sip
You taketh from the deepest pool in the very depths of
Your eternal soul!
Your very eyes now glaze over a breathless message
You have found in the cheapest of whiskey bottles.
Saying a divine prayer to Almighty God Himself,
You open the bottle cork now and take notice that a
Little genie pops out of nowhere and begins to take all
Three of your mythic wishes granted together into one!
With that, this little genie shall begin dancing and singing
An ancient Irish whiskey song in your presence into the
Wee hours of the morning until you both pass out and fall
Into a drunken stupor with your whiskey lips so sublime!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 23, 2018
(Free Verse)
Seeking the solace in its voice
As it sings and serenades.
Intoxicating wordless sound
Carried along on air currents,
Transforms wind to song.
Mellow notes with breathless voice
Plays like a lovers embrace.
Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear.
Romancing my heart through song,
An alluring sound from the flute.
Beauty bows and surrenders at her bare feet,
The gold glitters jealous of her glowing skin,
Her bright eyes light embers of passion within,
Men yield to her will!
Warriors clang their weapons to fight to die,
Flags with horseman fly, write history again,
While sat in emerald throne, she rules their minds,
With potion of love!
Is there a poison more deadly than such love?
A woman to whom the Roman empire bows,
Juice of poison berry* she put in own eyes,
He who loves her - dies!
Mighty Caesar or Anthony were like clay,
Their tirades, history fade in her presence,
They lost in war, lost in her love, end by knife,
She put Asp to breast!
Sapphic stanza Poetry contest
Sponsor Edward Ibez
Date 08/July/2020
Cleopetra used poisonous berries or the deadly nightshade juice( medicinal name Atropa belladonna) that yields Atropine which causes dilatation of the pupils. Was used in her time to make the eyes dreamy, innocent and beautiful! Hence the name “Bella = lady, Donna= beautiful)
All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.
All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.
All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,
I write a poem on just a whim,
And go out on a limb,
I the beholder see beauty in everything.
I can write alliteration,
And careful of misinformation,
I write love poems with flirtation,
With careful deliberation,
Striving towards fair direction,
Love our poetic generation.
My muse eager to co-operate,
As we generate and contemplate,
And meaningfully corroborate.
Should I not be happy with my poem,
With its title, content, or a name,
I move to a process of elimination,
Poetry my passion and intoxication.
Her embedded dialect,
Savored
I become a speechless stanza,
Craving her conjugated inhales
Hopped up grins,
Engorge momentary lapse of pre-judgments
Grandfathered seconds pass my retinas with
3rd eye epiphanies,
As she encroaches my textured tomorrows
How do I fly upon this gifted morn
When her lily-coated grins placate my Gaia wings,
Without uncertainty’s scorn
How do I breathe new breaths,
When her articulated verbs
Conjugate my silence
…
©Drake J. Eszes
your single nod
as I touch you in that place --
mature thoughts
my dream is infused with
the smell of white chocolate
I open weak eyes --
the small flame wavers
as you walk slowly
you know I am in your palm
even as the fragrant candle
The first anemones is so magical, every year
Looking up at the sky, impressive, grand and clear
Winter's rain clouds chased by the generous treasure
Fresh air kisses our faces in perfect pleasure
The scent of sprouting new life that stirs mine senses
Dandelion like sunshine behind the garden fences
I've been sitting on the moon waiting for spring's hug
There are no limits, the longing for spring is like drug
Miss Robin cheers so easily and joyfully
Little bird on the branch, so peaceful
Still in your youth, proud and beautiful you grows
Grace, power and dignity, gives me a new glow
10.03.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Its laughing out loud in a silent room
when everyone turns to look at you...
Its hearing your favorite song for the tenth time,
pretending to be Shakira, at the red light.
Watching a father with his children
throwing them in the air then catching them.
When the only fear you knew
was how high he'd throw you before he caught you.
Intoxicating little wonderfuls.
Kittens catching fireflies.
Runaway balloons flying high.
Tipping of your canoe.
Is tipping cows something people really do?
When the storm blew the electric
and Mom said isn't this the lovliest?
Hearing your brother
tell your mother
she'd done alright.
Mom you did good.
Mom you did so good
and we all cried.
These are
these are...
life is so hard
but these are
intoxicating little wonderfuls.
Laughing out loud in a silent room
watching a red runaway balloon...
intoxicating
scents infused with rosemary
sweet desired capon.
(January 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.
Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.
Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting
love to now answer.
Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.
06/28/2020
Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Sitting by the beach
At the patio
Summer days behind us
Chatting with my sweetheart
Manoeuvring our glass of wine
Savoring the cooler vista
Reminiscing past adventures
Mapping out new excursions
Just appreciating each other
And loving the way we feel
Free and in love, relaxed like
the old married couple that we are
Comfortable in our silences
Content by a touch or a smile
Finishing each other’s sentences
Enjoying each minute
And the sense of humor
I fell in love with years ago
Toasting to our health
And the many years to come
Intoxicated with joy
The wine and the autumn sun
Enjoying the life we’ve created
And the people we’ve become
In love and still our own selves
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 18, 2017 for contest AUTUMN ROMANCE sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 3RD
Lovers whisper-laughing,
stumbling home in the rain.
O, to be so drunk again.
r ~ 5/3/14
Like smooth salty notes of Gouda
and an oaky buttery Chardonnay
Your grammatical mastery of words
compliments as they convey
Relayed with a silky smoothness
deep within you voice
Our energy’s merged and mingled,
lost I had no choice
Your words a rare combination
yet together hold such force
Impacting my sweet smooth softness,
with intensity of course
Intoxicating the listener,
providing a stimulating effect
While captivating their emotions,
intriguing yet so direct
Taking them under the influence,
enjoying the tequila sunrise
Flowing with a Grey Goose vibe,
as our distilled words fly
Like aged smokey caramel whiskey,
our words taste refined
Together we just get better
throughout endless time
This is the night to bring in a new year
You might want to celebrate with some beer
That is quite all right
As long as you have someone sober drive tonight
Drinking and driving is not cool
At best, you would drive like a fool
Don’t be one of those that drink and drive
The two just don’t jive
You could end up in jail
Causing someone to pay your bail
You could total your car
Once you leave the bar
You could get hurt
So, let someone drive that is alert
You could hurt someone
Who could be a stranger or a loved one
You could die
Causing loved ones to cry
You could kill someone
As a result of what your drunk driving has done
Then you would spend time in prison
While mourners wear red ribbons
This is all avoidable
As long as you drink responsible
I am intoxicating... my beautiful voice soars. Singing with pulsating tones my song is quenched in sweetness, Each breath I invite ravishes souls elegantly dance. Romancing love to ignite.
MLA 12/15