Best Whiskeys Poems
I picked up the phone today
And I dialed your number
I didn't know what to say
So I hung up on the second ring
You see I thought that I could explain
But I just couldn't play through the pain
And you probably wouldn't have answered anyway
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
.
I'm haunted by the ghost of yesterday
Whiskeys' the only exorcist, to drive it away
But those Ol Demons just won't leave
They know too much about me they just won't go
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though
They're killing this man
Sometimes they're the only friends I have that understand
There's no comfort in the pain of what might have been
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
Categories:
whiskeys, break up, dark, depression,
Form:
Lyric
I woke up to what's left of late last night
And poured it down the drain
All my demons sit laughing to themselves
As I swear it off again
My heart's still steady beating, as if I ran a race
My lips miss the feeling, of the whiskeys warm embrace
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why do I find myself singing
All the songs of praise
When I'm drunk with such emotion
I know I should be ashamed
I ask the Lord please let me
Make it through this night
Before I get to ask the question
We both know I'll lose the fight
So why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
I know the answer lies within me
But how do I take the first step
When I'm sober I tend to find that I
Have no self respect
So I try to drink the pain away
A little at a time
But it's a double edge slide
Right back into the fire
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I entertaining demons
The same ones that I did, all last week
When will the day ever come
That I'll get back up on my feet
Maybe I've not hit rock bottom
But it just so hard to tell
I'd rather be a man than this hollowed out old shell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Here I am at the kitchen sink again
Pouring out last night's regrets....
Categories:
whiskeys, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form:
Lyric
Twas exhausted night before Thanksgiving,
after few eggnog Whiskeys, relieving.
Awful chilling and spooky,
Boo-hoo, the turkey soupy,
Homegrown, fear fill eyes were unforgiving.
Categories:
whiskeys, scary,
Form:
Limerick
All has come to an end, except for who to proclaim
The winner of The National College Football Championship Game
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game
Some will be at the game watching getting rained on, cold, and excited
The armchair quarterbacks stay at home and watch on their big screen TV being- telecasted
Scheduling and planning their parties to cheer on their favorite team and fellowships
Shopping for chips and dips
Hot wings and BBQ smokies
Soda pop, tea, beer, and whiskeys
They dress themselves and their children in lucky sports team attire
Kick off time has come, everyone is bouncing off the walls inspired
Armchair quarterback is playing in his own little field
He kicks and runs
Catches, tackles, and stuns
“That’s not the way they teach you to tackle!”
With all his excitement he almost slides off the armchair
“Oh, come on! Hey ref that’s not fair!”
“That’s pass interference he was all over him while the ball was in the air!”
He hollers and cheers
“Touchdown!” That’s the way!
Rants and raves
“Quit doing that, you idiot, you're going to get a fifteen yard penalty!”
His blood pressure is going up we all agree
“What the Hell was that you nitwit!”
“He dropped it.! You could have had it!”
Disappointment sets in, his team has lost
He blames the refs for all the bad calls, and its cost
Cleaning the carpet because of all the excitement, it’s going to cost
The season is over and I don't have to hear his rants until next year and
Our children will be the next generation of armchair quarterbacks
1/13/2015 by: Eve Roper
Accounts on watching and listening to my husband and brother
Categories:
whiskeys, football, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
I sauntered out of an Irish Pub
Basted in booze and Irish smooze
The whiskeys sure didn’t cover the blues
Me, I knew this wasn’t good news
As a crossed the street
I met a bus, Full of nuns, all in a fuss
There was no contest, the bus sure won
I was run over and ready for a place with no sun
I arrived in hell, this surly no surprise
At least I was drunk, or so Satan surmised
He looked confused and asked who am I?
A Lawyer? a Dictator? or maybe I was both?
I apologized profusely for I surely was not
Any of those professions, I'm no in their lot
He asked if I was expecting 72 virgins?
As drunk as I was, I said I was not
He was angry and mad, there was doubt
What could the Devil do? He seemed in a stew
So he gave me a degree, in Law and Justice
So I could live in hell among all the others untrusted!
Notes: No Lawyers were hurt or maimed in the writing of this poem, and I apologize for that!
Categories:
whiskeys, arabic, death, ireland,
Form:
Light Verse
All aboard the conductor roared
Gripping the puce spruced rolling caboose
At starboard some people snored
While shaking loose foul gastric juice
But to port was a snort
From a piebald plump pig doing a jig
Only to thwart a one legged dwarf
From kissing a prig with a long twisty wig
In the middle was a fiddle
At the bar a guitar
And little by little
A freight car cigar
Was smoked by a Pope
Who drank sixty short whiskeys
And licked soap on a rope
Got tipsy and frisky
Swooned in the saloon
With a woozy auld floozy
Playing a tune to the moon
That was groovy and bluesy
Categories:
whiskeys, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Name: Patrick Nonnemacher (this is the story of me and my girlfriend)
Categories:
whiskeys, depression, forgiveness, life, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
In my caravan,
oh in my caravan,
there is only you and me
Our mirrors do doubles,
so there you are
with two whiskeys
Our mirror images frown
at our drinking
and saying "cheers"
In my caravan
we both are tipsy
at each other's image
2/16/2015
Categories:
whiskeys, drink,
Form:
Free verse
It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Categories:
whiskeys, absence, adventure, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I'm here where you left me
Alone in the dark
A crime scene unknown thats blacked my heart
Whiskeys gone cold, blood has turned clear
Now that im gone there's no more to fear
Cuts and scars fade into death
Tears run down my face as i take my last breath.
Categories:
whiskeys, death, depression, sad
Form:
The mind is a mysterious vessel
It carries decisions and memories of yesterday but
No matter how many whiskeys, they will not disappear
It replays life altering choices
Alongside choices not made, in a whine
A stamp of regret imprinted on the brain
The only way to erase it, through death
As Sisyphus, my punishment is grueling but deserved
The ache of self-loathing is like shouldering 100 slaughtered men
The colt 45 calls louder today than normal
Its call seducing
Claiming the pestering will dissipate if only
I paint the ceiling crimson red
Oh, I think today its victorious
As the liberating barrel tastes of sweet escape
Its forces are immense and face withered resistance
Swimming thoughts fly away
Refreshing darkness comes with one, quick, pull.
Categories:
whiskeys, death, depression, hurt, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
Old Lang Syne meaningfully with gusto
Hogmanay celebrations in full swing
Revellers savour whiskeys afterglow
Watching square dancers doing highland fling
Laden snow clouds have accumulated
Inky heavens to sheer mountain ski top
As frozen misty hailstones enshrouded
onwards from midnight chimes, it did not stop
Mechanisation had ground to standstill
So stranded most where, no alarm to raise
Prompted mountaineers try to ski downhill
Technology cut off they did appraise
Happily acknowledging extra days
Revellers exclaimed jubilant hoorays
Oct 29 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
whiskeys, celebration, winter,
Form:
Sonnet
My Experimentation Days!
My experimentation days began while I was serving the United States Navy
I had begun drinking at age twenty-one
and had tried and experimented by tasted over two hundred all together brands of different beers, whiskeys, rums, sakis
vodka, wines, asaki, and other alcoholic beverages
in doing so I justified it to figure what I considered be a good and bad alcoholic beverage
I smoked marijuana and eat psilocybin mushrooms for the first time in the Navy, shortly before I got out and didn't get caught on my drug test either
once I was in college I began experimenting with more different alcoholic beverages
eventually experimenting with lots more marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, Molly, adrela, hashish, flavored tobacco, and cigarettes
Smoked cigarettes for two weeks to see if I enjoyed or if they actually gave me an adrenaline rush like the others had and it actually gave me four canker sores, four fever blisters all at the same time
stopped smoking cigarettes every since I realized that I am allergic to them
each drug became my escapade just like aforementioned about my binging drinking
I actually enjoyed doing them
however, I eventually burnt out on all of them except for alcohol of course and quit doing all of the other drugs because they weren't giving me the same high that they had the first time that I tried them
I quit them all cold turkey and never had withdraws from any of them
after nine years of binge drinking and three years of other drug usage I quit drinking as well
I have been clean and sober for five years and it has definitely help me with so much in my life!
Categories:
whiskeys, 8th grade, absence, abuse,
Form:
Narrative
From factory to home it’s not too far
They’ll soon see loved ones, sons and daughters
Or they’ll soon be out for a drink in the bar
a few quick whiskeys or a few quiet porters.
Stopped on the roadside, don’t make a sound
Who is a catholic here?
Just walk down the road and don’t turn around.
Gunfire rings in his ears.
No time to pray or even to kneel
Lined up and shot and souls carried away
By the angels, across the blood stained fields
On that cold dark winters day.
Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams
And the walls whisper with sighs
Kingsmill, blood runs in your streams
You must live with the fear and the lies.
Now ten men lie stretched out on stones
Many families never the same
Murderers out there still to roam
Religion and country shamed.
Well do you think heavens gates will open
with a place for you by the lords side
Or will you find yourself outside hell
with the devil to drag you inside?
Kingsmill, your fields echo with screams
And the walls whisper with sighs
Kingsmill, shots ring out in your dreams
And there are tears in everyone’s eyes.
Categories:
whiskeys, history, ireland, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is but a mere mass of perennial days,
You live a day and it reduces one bit;
You go on with your wayward wanton ways,
A week is over and the mass looks so small.
Whether you sleep or walk or imbibe fine whiskeys,
The mass looks ever smaller and smaller;
It does not matter what you do day after day,
But you can’t bribe the clock with a dollar.
And when finally the ball dwindles until it’s no more,
You may feel some headache or some pain on the back;
As Azrael descends to bear you to your eternal rest,
Or wherever goes the folks who kick the sack.
So you have your untouched ball of rug at birth;
Pray if you have the grace and steal if you have the guts,
Build huge castles or dine and wine if a gourmet,
And trust the ball’s end to cut short your race…
Categories:
whiskeys, life,
Form:
Rhyme