Bourbon Poems - Poems about Bourbon

Neon haze on cobblestone nights, whispers ride on the southern moonlight. Shadows dance in the lamplight’s gleam, bourbon burns, but so do my dreams. There's a preacher on the corner, selling sinners one last prayer. But the devil’s got a table, and he’s pulling up a chair. Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul, drown my sins in rock and roll. Golden whiskey, lace and lies, where...

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My beloved late husband and I once strolled down Bourbon Street, on a mild winter's afternoon. The musicians enchanted the atmosphere, as sparrows lent their own songs. We dined on gumbo al fresco with friends, Spanish Moss clothed ancient trees. It wasn't yet Mardi Gras, but we felt so festive, with her old-time buildings and eccentric people, all those years ago. This New Year's Day, New Orleans mourns again, her heart...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread Drinking booze and gambling like crazy Going to Bourbon Street just ahead Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf Where the real money is unfolding And a thousand green bucks is small stuff Down in that Cajun Queen,...

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Too much bourbon will make you think everything you write is a masterpiece, too little and it is all just a pile of crap. The art of writing is to find the balance where the two can co-exist....

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I was at a wild party, up above bourbon street. When someone cried out, so, what's a Yeet? An imbibed guy replied, as he rose from his seat. "Au contraire Mes aims, e'st fait accompli." Well, a yeet's a teen yet, that's still very messy. Cause he styles his fine hair, With ranch salad dressing. Yeah, I wanna be fair, but he had too many. And it's always a...

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These words I write may not be worth much to you perhaps a glass of prosecco or cheap chardonnay bottom shelf bourbon and soda, tonic and Tanqueray You have no concept of what they cost me the price that I must pay...

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There is an empty chair where you would sit on the other side of my dining room table with the worn finish after fifteen years of use It was beautiful when I bought it We would listen to old records I’ve collected from flea markets and antique shops the black shellac sort with only one song on each...

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I smelt the bourbon from your mouth You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met I cried, but it wasn't a happy cry I cried for all my restless nights I cried for all my overthinking I cried because all you ever did was lie to me The lies dripped from your mouth like the...

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A buttery, flaky crust Fresh cup, chopped pecans Brown sugar and egg with cocoa Dash of vanilla Bit of bourbon, hug Bake and serve Sweet! ...

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Magnolias wafting through the breeze, mixin’ with sweet iced tea. Porch swingin’ and guitars strummin’, playin’ cards strewn on the table. A Remington rifle hangs above the door, next to a nice ten-point buck; Air so thick you're breathin’ water. There is nothin’ quite like a little Southern Comfort. Kneelin' hydrangeas beg the hinting rain, bright flashes reach over the waiting hill. Drunk and dirty,...

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The expensive bourbon doesn’t work any better Than the cheap stuff To get the thoughts of her Out of my head If only for a little while I drink to escape how I feel for her Knowing that I shouldn’t Knowing that she doesn’t But it’s nice for a while Not to feel so bad Not to feel so lost Not...

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My anger boils deep down inside. Yet I smile with sparkling eyes. Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber… Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger… Drinking in downpouring tears and cries. Yet I smile with sparkling eyes. Pissing out vengeance, bourbon and wine. Bowels rumble loudly from the hate I dine. Hands wipe away sweat of brood and brine. Cap rim shadows inhuman...

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by Wayne Wysocki A fellow who fractured his hip Learned a valuable tip If liquor you drink At the ice skating rink You're probably going to slip....

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Bourbonism,Burbonology,Burbonification!...

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We all seek a satisfying drink that pleases our taste buds,and we drink all of that drink down to the last drop,because it hits the right spot,and satisfies us a lot! Kentucky Bourbon satisfies our thirst when it is at its worst .Kentucky Bourbon soothes a certain kind of thirst.We eat and we drink,and...

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