Best Wined Poems


Premium Member Out of the Park

It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
 It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
   She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
       trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
                                                                   for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids, even after a hard day at work...
     baseball games in the big front yard...
            cheering them on...
                not getting angry when the youngest son 
                           knocked a homer 
                               straight through the living room window

To Stupid To Care

I've dropped my pen, calamity,
I write too much profanity,
it makes people act angrily,
yet I walk around quite happily.

I'm aware I speak like I don't care,
and I reek of rudeness when I share,
but I don't get offended to be fair,
not up here on my high chair.

Naturally I've no remorse,
that means I don't care of course,
but I'm a gent I'll hold the door,
just for me not you and yours.

You read from a rebel without a cause, 
whom finds it fun to wined up fools.
Though I don't hunt them down like jaws,
it's done through words I write with my paws.

With direct rhymes that are unambiguous,
also aimless and thus promiscuous,
this contradiction is a tad ridiculous,
have you worked out yet how I'm ingenious?

I told you at the beginning that I care not,
the lines since caused that to be forgot.
Are you yet to realise the plot?
Now it ends, yep, that's your lot.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

The Virgin

A surly old maid
had an urge to be laid
and bemoaned her virginal status
with life discontented
her plight she lamented:
"'tis not easy to live without coitus."

A scheme she invented
got polished and scented
tweaked her pointers to swing more voluptuous
with a rose-scented blanket
and aphrodisiac banquet
whisked her beau to the beach to be fructuous 

Clad in scant mini
whence peeked her bikini
bent on bidding her cherry adieu
purred words mildly profane 
wined him champagne
dined him fare with venereal value 

To hone his libido
entrèed on baked avo
oysters, scallops and honey-glazed almond
lips enticingly luscious
sucked asparagus
sneaked a look if what matters had hardened

As was he, she became cocky:
ogled what was now stocky
with no inhibition she fussed and she flirted
our virgin opened her mouth
with one hand down south
loosened a knot and lay there unskirted

Decidedly heady
her lover was ready
to pick her rosebud unsoiled hitherto
her lush lips he fingered
where he lovingly lingered
to prepare for their kissing debut

With a bolt sat upright
said, his voice somewhat tight:
"Your mouth is a pit of infection.
I swear I was keen
but your mouth lacks hygiene
foul breath made me lose my ********."


Lovers Eyes

Not long ago our destinies aligned 
and of all the people it had to be you 
your fragrance in the wind is left behind 
as you walked by as i held the door for you 
we wined and dined and hoped to outshine 
the glittering stars of the night

you came at me in the midnight and held my hand 
with no constrains you took me away 
hand in hand amongst the sleepless souls 
Side by side through the half empty streets of mainz 
our brilliance playful act of love felt so alive 

Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you 

piggyback rides and lingering goodbyes 
of the same mind tonight i hope we could be two 
mesmerised by the sparks between our eyes 
passionately yielding to this sensation you and i shared 
with fastened lips and no words to spare 
the essence of love was in the air in a surreal like dream 
time stood still for you and me  

Sitting down spacing out to thoughts and memories of you
uncertainty overshadows every dream of you 

an unseen dramatic contraction
of what seemed to be a lasting attraction 
Unanswerable questions are left in wander 
Unquestionable answers are left to ponder 
Words of love and poesy used to quickened you 
bittersweet traces is all that I now leave you

Silence is all that remained that only a wonder can break
To enlighten your heart and brighten your smile like a summers day is my aim

Big Ego

He's got a big ego,
he keeps offending people,
he scoops the same scoop,
and round and round we loop,
until the bubble pops
and the world sees him flop,
reject the rude,
deflate your ego,
swearing kills the mood,
you able?

I'm getting too cocky,
I could outbox Ali,
wrestle with The Rock
reach the top and stop and mock,
ego full of stock
forget the tick tock
because I'm 24 7
until I get into heaven,
insomnia beckons
and amnesia threatens,
bend rhymes like Beckham,
dunk punks like Jordan,
the mental perfection
with its rhyme injection,
about to live the lesson 
of the ego outstretchin'
the limit it can flex,
the crux, the critical,
I rhyme the old skool
and wear hip hop shoes,
I hate the mumble flop
with the words unused,
it's just ear abuse,
on the loose,
with no use,
it's noise with no excuse.

I suspect that this project
will impact and inflict,
sick tricks, and then retract
and evaporate back
to the gods intact,
before it's redirected
to another level head,
who wrecks and blows it,
crash the car, 
went too far,
you go from feeling cool,
to a sample of your stool,
that big head 
now gone and the face left red,
baking big mistakes,
taking punches from a heavyweight,
David doesn't always beat Goliath,
cometh the hour,
cometh the coffin,
you can't stimulate with coffee
because the heart stopped beating,
the soul is set free
and this world you're leaving,
beaten down with ease,
lying dead and bleeding,
how's that big ego?
You still offending people?

One hand holds but the other can't reach,
near rhymes aren't real rhymes
and sand doesn't mean a beach,
but if you find the flow,
find a way to wined the cable,
then transmit clear and stable,
and accurate like a machete
you'll rhyme like a line of spaghetti,
but with deadwood on your lead 
and at ease in your bed head,
because it feels so easy with an ego, 
then know it wont make a good show,
so put your feet on the ground
be aware of how the words sound,
leave behind the prima donna 
or become another gonna,
stop the passive aggression,
or accept a massive regression,
fill your minds storage with knowledge
beyond the college,
there's always more to learn
and more wood to burn,
big heads remove themselves
when they burn their own shelves.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Cultural Events

Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s singing a hymn
With forked tongue
The green fires burning gold and money
Into the skies pitch red
Flirting and skirting sale-priced
Fashion iconography. Architecture
Sophisticating the simple desires.
You’re lost.
Foreclosure. Lawsuit. Divorce.
Cultural Events.
Emblazoned with some valor
Flags of the dead days
Killed like a haiku short-lived
Plopped one by one
Your teeth fell.
Bankruptcy.  Fired.  Laid off.
Cultural Events.
Brightly darkly the shiny sheens
Of sweat they bubbled in blood red and iron
In that champagne of success
Guilt.  Acne.  Alcohol.  Headache.
Cultural Events.
The feather dust flies and the smell of tar
Rubber in your face
We have drug solutions for your
Unhappiness.
Cancer. HIV. Vaccines. Death.
Cultural Events.
Beer gardens, beer babies, beer bellies,
Beds, homes, and wined babes
Pretty victims and voices they make
Cultural Events.
The city life careened my poetry
Towards those
Crazy wronged right fools
Still swimming the street in search
Furtive, arms afire just fighting
Firing, fleeing into those chains.
Claims. Refrains. Drowned Voices.
Cultural Events.


Premium Member Daytona Beach Breakers

Down Florida way
Near Daytona Beach
Stays many a lassie
One in my eyes is a peach
 
Breakers on the move
Beach to caress
Bikini clad girl
My eyes are well blessed
 
Shapely and tanned
Toned and refined
Just me and this lassie
To be wined and dined
 
Late night beach stroll
As they enjoy the night
With the sound of the breakers
Just out of sight
 
In a moment of capture
They turn to each other
Gently they kiss
Under starry night cover
 
On the sand they lay
Looking up to the sky
This two together 
Never wondering why
 
Their futures tomorrow
Today they just met
Over a period of time
Eternally set


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Premium Member 'twas Joy Quite Speakable

*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.

'Twas Joy Quite Speakable

Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,

Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,

Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,

Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,

On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,

Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,

We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,

We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,

A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back, 
as we hugged until the last,

I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!

"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"

2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20

Premium Member What Was His Name

He was tall and cavalier
Wined me under a chandelier
How he was debonair
With his soft blond curls of hair
Gallant and handsome
Dance moves for a twosome
He swept me right off my feet
With a sultry accent straight from Crete
How could I ever forget that starlit sundown
And that bartender from the other side of town



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

The Minds' Eye

Thank heaven for my imagination
It's given me quite alot
Danced me through many a situation
Saved me from battles fought

Within my mind lies beauty and grace
Splendor in this world
No need to condemn or ever debase
My fist remains uncurled

Through the window of my eye
I find such wondrous things!
I smell the salty tide flow by
Skip along Saturns' rings

I've visited lots of exotic lands
Built toys with Santas' elves
Played in many rock and roll bands
Conversed with dolls on shelves

Through the imaginings of my mind
I'm driving a fancy car
Or maybe I'm being wined and dined
By a famous movie star

Imagination's an awesome thing
So much that you can do
Fly away on an angel wing
If only you've a mind to!
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Home Run

It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
 
It wasn't because he wined and dined her....

She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
for their oldest son's birthday

She loved him because he played with their kids, 
even after a hard day at work...

baseball games in the big front yard,
cheering them on...
not getting angry when the youngest son 
knocked a homer... 

                                                            ...straight through the living room window

~

Visual of a Verso

(Wined Floor)

The wine brewed without
Drip drop drip drop
Visual temptations lured me
My bronze tresses wet
Down the nape to my soul
Red painted toes
Danced on the wined floor
Decked for love.

Balveen Cheema
Contest: Visual Of A Verso
August 20, 2015

Premium Member The Bombing of Dresden

THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN--    MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - 
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.

What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?

Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?

    All evil justified and made in haste
    is evil just the same as any waste.

I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.

But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.

Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.

   Invited for a night of talk and wine,
   I settled in with a new friend of mine.

And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone

and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.

Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.

   And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
   what ending all our world was coming to.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Bombing of Dresden - Monsieur L'Vampyre

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
There was a night, I still recall it now,
as winters cold had turned to soft and mild,
and gave us hope, that time would still allow
the passing by--of death--as death was filed.

What manner of a beast, or tyrant king,
would set the path to bring destructions' fall
from out the darkened sky, who dare would bring
such catastrophic death to one and all?

Was not my Dresden safe from what was heard
of cities to the north--they fed the flame;
these questions yet remain, who gave the word
that made the good and bad turn out the same?

    All evil justified and made in haste
    is evil just the same as any waste.

I'd only just returned, in my own way,
within the dark from Paris, where I be
caught up with joy of liberation day,
when love was made alive and running free.

But lo! My thirst was filled, before too long,
my heart grew weary to be with mine own,
so in the dark my flight was swift and strong
and ended at an inn that few have known.

Perched on a hillside looking down the plain
from off the balcony, the Dresden lights
gave glimmer to a cold and drizzle rain
a beauty unsurpassed by any rights.

   Invited for a night of talk and wine,
   I settled in with a new friend of mine.

And so we wined and danced--into the night
not thoughtful of the war, though raging on,
and Gretchen, lovely Gretchen, felt my bite
upon her neck until her soul was gone

and part of all the loves I ever knew
so thus she came to be one of my own;
and shaken, we both did as lovers do,
and stared into the night for things unknown.

Quite suddenly the groan of engines' roar
though distant, filled the night, and deafening
and over Dresden, telling what's in store,
the fallings lights lit up just ev'rything.

   And lighted by Pathfinders, Dresden knew
   what ending all their world was coming to.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

We Met

I met you just today,
At an unexpected time,
And we talked.

I shared with you today,
Sweet memories of joy,
And we laughed.

I walked with you today,
On crowded streets,
And we rested.

I wined with you today,
Dark eyes across the table,
And we touched.

I left you just today,
‘Twas the sweetest farewell,
And we parted.

I remembered you today,
Soft eyes in the sunset,
And I cried.

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