Best Vodka Poems

It has taken me two months to write about this

It was me, you and him
All of us in my place 
I was drinking margarita, you and him were drinking vodka 
Eventually you persuaded me to drink some vodka too
We were all in a merry mood,...

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VODKA AND LIME

light and heavenly distilled to silence night
personal dark secret delight
drifting thoughts spinning time
on substance abuse sublime
brain freeze back
lime
Vodka smack
another filtered climb
every poem clothed in rhyme
pure imagination takes to flight
light and heavenly distilled to silence night...

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A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel...

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Vodka is the devil, and right now I'm in hell
I drank too much last night it isn't hard to tell
Come out for a few drinks, my friends said it would be fun 
Soon after, a drink turned into me telling this girl I just met...

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wish we could
explain the pain we
feel in our hearts..
In our thoughts ..
in our tears when 
we remember you…
Our tears are
named…our  thoughts
are written..
With all the
beautiful memories 
and smiles of you…
You gave us joy and
happiness..  warmth
and love..
You were our son…and
a loyal brother..a
true friend..
Who never bothered
us...

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LASHES TO ASHES IN SLOW MOTION

Might I please present myself as a prologue to death
Because unless I am terribly wrong…….
I can’t have too terribly long
And I’ve been lazy too long
But I don’t have too long to act crazy
Incredibly and indisputably inane
And drive other people institutionally...

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Three hundred sixty minutes and 
sixteen shots later,
and my heart is still unraveling 
inside of my chest.

Four hundred eighty minutes 
and eight cans of Redbull later,
and my bloodshot eyes are 
begging for sleep.

Five hundred forty minutes and 
a bottle of vodka later,
I'm staring at trembling...

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Voting is the best vodka
******* ever drank
Gave 'em equality liquor dreams,
had 'em thinking they're something that they ain't
At least not in the eyes
of non-polite alt right society
Their thinking is:
being crammed in the back of a bus,
getting shipped off to another war for democracy
is the proper...

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Scores of recipes may need vodka in any way,
like every person, animal or object in this world;
water is essential, a vital need to everyone’
without it, life would not be possible to survive.
Its essence dispel the dryness and death
It’s a potent creation, a number one support;
that...

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This colorless liquor originated in Russia
The numbers of drinks it can make are a plethora.
It is distilled from potato mash, or from wheat or rye.
Its popularity is something no one can deny.
The name comes from “little water” in the Russian language
This charcoal-filtered spirit is...

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Vodka not good!
Vodka is not for Jesus -
Only for Jude,
Merry people!
Please, don't drink vodka,
Only eat and think -
What is better if you are not vodka -
To drink?
Look at your children and talk -
What is good, sorry, for our work:
To Egypt with so big vodka as...

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you are the sick
the disgust in the swallow
the cringe in the choking

we are the same in our affections
cheap and quick
taste and spit
we are the same in our forgiveness
heavy and grieving
a bathroom floor bereavement 
a curved spine casualty
empty

unflattering and unforgetting in all your doing
i lie heavy...

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Sitting with my pad, trying to think of a rhyme that hasn't been used
I spill my heart out on every poem, look at all the honesty I include
I make the page bleed and leave the pen abused
Show the world I'm damaged and broken aswell as...

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If the vodka could talk, I'd have no secrets left
It would share all of my bleeding wounds and regrets
I'd be looked at differently for the rest of my life
If the vodka could talk, I'd finally be able to cry without it being on the inside...

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Vodka seems to be part of the Russians.
It's like order and structure for Prussians.
Vodka opens the mind,
but it makes one inclined
to fall over and suffer concussions.

How the Irish delight in their drink
is straightforward and touching I think.
Sean and Mary McGinnis
raise their glasses of Guinness,
and then...

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