Best Whiskey 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...

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It’s a smooth and tasty way to get high.
Try my distillation of mash made from corn and rye.
I make it from my family’s secret recipe.
The only one who knows about it is me.
The stuff comes out of my trusty hidden still.
I have it standing in...

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Hey Whiskey Daddy
It’s your booze you liked best
You were a pretend preacher
Who would never confess

Twenty Five dollars
You got that fake degree
You felt full of false pride
as you baptized little me

Your ten year old bartender
Mixing your Whisky well
I kept your dirty secrets
Because I was to afraid...

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McGee’s Tall Tale

I first saw McGee with his back facing me
sitting in the Pub with a pint
When Finn, asked him "Tell us a Tale"
So, he stood up and said "I just might"

His face looked grim, as I studied him
and his eyes were fixed and glistened...

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One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales

Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then...

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empty headed,
just me
and Jesus 
drinking jack,
both trying
to forget our name,
both victims of the insane.

Sitting watching,
soil turning to mud.
rotting seeds
and black roots,
we pray.
the rain it never stops.


In silence we drink,
as eternal sorrowful clouds
cries its tears,
upon the wandering souls below.

Don't come here,
looking for shelter from your sins,
or...

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Whiskey


Whiskey made a fool of me
exacting misery’s price
and for its luster and allure
left me always wanting more.
Whiskey took my sins away,
but briefly, they returned each day,
edges sharper from exile,
flames new fueled by old denial.
Whiskey, promises of peace,
drunken apple out of reach,
calming seas by pouring oil
setting...

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Two o'clock she hits me hard 
I salute to another captain 
look around and swallow hard 

Not as hard as you leaving 
hitting me straight between the eyes 
stars spinning right after midnight 
can't remember exactly why 

Whispers filled the empty cauldron 
along with a...

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Your love is thin
  it has no flesh
its a pretty face
  with no consequence,

so I tell myself
  go without the water
by summer the malt 
  will be in order
your love is thin....

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WHISKEY
1)	Who would take away this unrest
What would make me think my best?
Something for my soul; I am desperately longing
Battle for sanity; my mind is earnestly flogging
I wanna cook something good
But all I eat is depression’s food
Trying to sleep victorious
But always waking up so notorious

Chorus: ...

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Southern eyes and whiskey lies
Stars that die in your eyes
Hold my hand break me apart
Fireflies dying in the dark

How can I remember
My hearts been lying asunder
How can I forget
All the deeds that you did
Voices call their true unrest
As memories fall
They mean less and less
How can...

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Bodies in
a bag.
Wires in
ghostly white
light.
Souls wearing 
hearts of
gold.
Knives edged
purposely against
your skull.
A gratitude feel
to end this life
tonight
but stay.
Hold the flower
in your breath
and fear lonely tears.

I believe in you
a shell in the
sand left with nothing
but the sun blinding you.

Scorn white snow in
December have desire.
Another wants you.
Alone I...

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Written: September 16, 2023
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In arrant essence, without a fight,
Herald of vamps, in the dead of night
Ushers a raw wave that captivates,
The heights of the cosmos resonate.

Wax in our ears, the truth we long to hear,
Despite fear or quaint hopes, with zeal, we steer.
In bravery, the...

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In the garden
Of my memories
Remains... but one rose

Her voice
No longer lingers
It’s always, the first to go

What once grew
In the sunshine
From the light of.. our love
Is now just a memory
One I can’t give up

I’m pouring whiskey on a rose
In hopes to, ease the pain
A picture of...

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babe
I stumbled home—
drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt
the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin
but you—your copper mane ablaze—
my wild Morrigan
a feral Celtic Faerie Queene
waging war against the wreckage.

You told me love was a lie
stitched by leprechauns
but your touch proves
there’s truth in everything
we break and rebuild.

Chased the...

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