Best Whisky Poems
~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!
And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down
Lost in a place with hungry whores, ink paying gigolos
This night a respected gentleman put's on his evening gown
He sits in front of a mic playing the same old sad song
Fitted out in drag, his wife has no clue
Holy breeders trying to change my shoes
Lingering from the Cute Chinaman, running his tab sky high
Bluebirds of jealousy, set round the vintage Barstool like fools
Minds overpowered and threaten to the very nub
I am drunk-- in his eye,
He receives a macabre confession of possessiveness
I am drunk-- in her eye,
She has a sick confession of subconsciousness
Broken loose from a negative, regressive state of mind
Sit and enjoy this broken bottle of champagne
Unspoken rage in every empty can left behind
A shot glass drops from my unstable hands longing to hold a pen
I look into a mirror and embrace every meaning of stability
Blotting out the madness behind a metal cage of reality
At times, I feel the need to bring down this masquerade
A drink so hostile, I can't even remember my image and name
Too many scars, from the foster of paper and pen
My dependents are drunken demons from a traumatized childhood
Tonight I will legislate a special thanks
Holding up my cup, until death finds my note
I will smile, at every Judge and Jury, during karaoke night
Shutting down my eyes, fantasizing everything's gonna be alright
I will not jilt knowing, writers block haunted my days away
Insecure hoarding monsters enjoying spoil forgotten words
Tonight I thirst like never before, my tongue inscribes around a tin cup
I am not eating up by it, no matter how long I've drowned in it
This is my kind of whisky, my thoughts, my days of ammo
To tell you the truth, I possess no desire to drink
It's all about the love of poetry and how sober, I become (WITHOUT)
The monsters that reside inside, have one thing to say
"Give me Poetry, or give me Death!"
by: PD
Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
the brilliant copper sky
fades to twilight beam.
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as young skylarks soundly sleep
in the nearby bracken fern.
The purple hue glints playfully
on a steep highland muir,
with lovers lying blythesome
on the fragrant heather floor,
their drunk love on crescendo
with a piper's distant drone;
sharing peat-whisky dreams
amid the summer’s final gloam.
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Look deep within these loosely-woven layers to find
primeval land with ocean, sky and wind entwined,
skilled hands and eyes of generations gone before
and peat smoke mingling with a sea mist on the shore.
In old and intricate design you may well sense
a solitary piper skirling a lament,
or view the purple heather blowing on the hill,
or hear soft-spoken memories echoing still.
Some bold and joyful as a vibrant summer’s day,
and others tinted as an autumn bride’s bouquet,
some speak of wilderness and yet untrodden ways,
some melancholic strangers to the sun’s sweet rays.
With insight woven and a clarity of mind,
the rhythmic textures of the land we see defined.
With colours of the seasons, each piece of cloth unique,
of planet Earth and nature’s harmony does speak.
Revered now far beyond its island home,
a homespun cloth of gold it has become.
Ambassadors for Scotland, yes indeed,
that’s whisky, Robert Burns and Harris Tweed.
Hey Tom, you look well cared for and well fed,
Sure you longed to sleep in your own bed,
You must've had pain, hope they spoiled you,
More medication, preferred a whiskey or two,
Which nurse did you like best, which one a dread.
I finally decided to have a beer
And not being risky to have a whisky
But my desire for something stronger grew higher
So I ended up drinking a whisky
You say that you're drowning
Cos your good girl is gone
Gone with her makeup
and her swollen silicon
You're begging for pity
Well here is a plan
Dip your cigar in your whisky
And take it all like a man
You say that your world
Is falling apart
And you good girl's departure
Is eating your heart
You're collecting sorrow
in a black box of tears
You drown in your memories
And say nobody cares
Well I tell you I care
And here is my plan
Dip your cigar in your whisky
And take it all like a man
The last shot of whisky
The bottle will be empty
The taste and flavor
Still superb and dainty
The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
Maintain the same degree
Far away, you are now
I feel like you drop me
In dark and doleful night
With the glass empty
The people’s words
Sometimes they reverse
Unlike the whisky
No change in quality
I hate the sky on a sunny day
I hate to watch the children play
I hate my whisky I hate my beer
i hate the music in my ear
I hate songbirds all around
I hate every gentle sound
I hate my whisky I hate my beer
and I hate to give and I hate to share
I hate the cites and I hate the towns
I hate the ups and I hate the downs
I hate my whisky I hate my beer
but I drink it all - to hide my fear
I hate my books and poems too
I hate the things I wrote for you
I hate my whisky I hate my beer
and I spend my hatred everywhere
I hate the hours in my hourglass
it only shows the time that pass
I hate my whisky I hate my beer
But I love it all - when you are here
Destilled and pure
Scotch Whisky my favourite
Matured in old oak
Pure water from the Highlands
The scent of ocean and land
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Destilliert und rein
Scotch Whisky mein Lieblingsgetränk
Gealtert in alter Eiche
Reines Wasser der Highlands
Geruch von Meer und Land
I have a bottle of whisky I keep in my house
It is well hidden, like a tiny little mouse
I drink it in all kinds of situations
I drink it down to calm down my chaotic emotions
My house is my life and I share both with my wife
She is nice but she doesn’t always possess a sex drive
I would rather go to bed a drunk, than a frustrated man
I drink my whisky while she snores, and i have lots of fan
Am not a perfect man, my wife nor perfect spouse either
We argue quite a lot, but when am on the whisky she seems nicer
She can say hurtful things that can cause my sober psyche much panic
But the whisky drowns my fears, like the sinking of the titanic
The whisky gets me through difficult domestic quarrels
A drink or two, and you forget your sorrows and tomorrows
Life is here and now, whether or not you own titles and plots
Happiness is a moment like this, inspired by whisky shots
The whisky for me, is like a silent life partner
When bolts are loose in my head, it is my golden spanner
The whisky represents me just like an advocate
Defending me against boredom, so that with fate i can relate
Life outside the house seems to dash unfairly fast
Time gets lost while you are wearing an employee’s mask
But between my house and my whisky, my mind stands still
I don’t know about heaven, but this is how it must feel
above the pagodas
eagles fly high
sharing with angels
It's cold, the lights are out
the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth
a glass of whisky in my hand
and a rope around my neck.
Oval glass
Like your waistline
Touches my fingers
Whisky in it
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold
Sipping by lips
Like your ****
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down
Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube
Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me
In a moment
I stand up
And go for a cigarette.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
I cant stand the man I am
My restless mind needs to be calm
I refuse to be so blue
Any cheap whisky will do
The wife took off and is long gone
She blocked my number on her phone
We had once loved each other true
Now any cheap whisky will do
I was never big at making money
But how small is a bee and how sweet is honey?
I don’t need a magnifying glass to give me a clue
Any cheap whisky will do
Am not famous and I don’t need to be
Fame is overrated and it comes with a high fee
They may drink champagne, they; the who’s who
For me any cheap whisky will do
Mighty men may conquer the world and get drunk with power
I would rather be just a simple man, rejoicing in his happy hour
Anyone can forget the world and just be as happy too
Any cheap whisky will do
A little bed and a little nice warm meal
As long as I earned it and did not steal
Is all I want everyday before my life is through
Plus any cheap whisky will do
Someday my world will fall apart
Before then I want to use up all my heart
Sharing a drink with friends and telling them “I love you”
And any cheap whisky will do
I am tired of waking everyday struggling to find my way
Living is such hard work, now i need my play
I must go out more even if its just the zoo
After that any cheap whisky will do
Life is a just game of getting by
I cant get by without getting high
Happiness is my only pursue
And any cheap whisky will do
Pour in my melancholic depth
Touch my heart as you immerse into each vein
Expose my sorrow as my shaking hand leans on my bosom
Make me vomit my sentiments by concrete tears
Drench me with sparks of your power
Peel my inner side then drift along to my cold fingers
Make my curved fingers open wide and scratch my heart
For, such scratch will obtain its blood
Lead this blood to pour and manipulate the ink
Blended together...
United together to etch the anguish
Heal my wounded glass
Become the very cure!
Become the lightning within the depth of such alcoholic wretched ice
Ice cradled by tyrannical flames
Tyranny… aroused by starving sentiments
Sentiments that no one has ever witnessed
No one has ever felt
No one has ever healed!
You…You are my glorious therapy
I... I yield for sacrifice as I deeply praise your very love…
It is your love my precious whisky…
Vivo Sadek