Drink In Poems - Poems about Drink In

With a stiff upper lip and old school tie still it's just not cricket but the upper crust they say are on a sticky wicket to pay the estate or make ends meet they have conducted tours of stately homes safari parks and the family jewels we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea Bognor Brighton Blackpool have fish 'n' chips for tea but now for fifty...

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That clean crisp bubbly taste. That clean crisp bubbly taste I crave. That taste just one more sip, one more sip to drown out the noise, one more sip to forget about everything. One turns into two, two turns into six, God knows it goes down easier than water. I used to be able...

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Disturbed by the interruptions He would be disrupted by my Skill Thrill of collaboration When ones partners are Determined and real In that self satisfaction If achieving a goal What's in it for me Ain't gonna work cause We are not in control Tallow shall disguise the Earthy taste of the ostrich and garlic and onions Shall compliment it's already beefy taste the mushrooms and wines shall Subdue the...

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My bones float over her, I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip — Another sun that must be asked. My bones float over her, I'm glass. I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass A blue bookmark upon your lips. My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass Now on memories drunk I sip. ...

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We are not objective when it serves us. Weighing scripture carefully, thoughtfully. Yes, it hurts, it stabs with two-jagged sides. But, what is its worth? It gets all of us blasphemers, idol worshippers, adulterers, thieves, liars, coveters, pleasure-seekers and the lot. It hurts…it hurts. It helps, it moves us ...

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Come! Bring forth the jar that for months had stood Patiently undisturbed in the shadow! Lift its lid, remove the leaves that serve as hood And help age the wine that’s about to flow. Catch a whiff of its sweet smell long detained That now perfumes the air around us here. Take some of the liquid with a bowl unstained And--wait! Before...

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clouds coiling, slithered words cat-eyes glare, strangest world burgundy vines style best metal melodies hurled from the sky captain's loft — drained by love, brain birled...

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coffee from stale flask itchy armpits ...

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Cooled off to take a sip; two. Greedily waking up; fading of the whole cup - butterflies, trees, flowers; drips touching the final vestiges of Antigua. Fear ascended into the canopy, slid along the line; work gloves, gripping. Incomplete instructions, lack of common sense, slowed me down, with my feet off the ground. Grounds remind me, in this creamy, courage cup to not give up, keep going...

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I feel maybe I hadn't chosen My dream of studying abroad with lots of sacrifices and restless body I still end up being miserable Abroad makes you thirsty for money Where you quench it by slowly Killing your health and body Is it possible to go back ? My heart always plead me I smile gently and...

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The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page. Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold. Daring not to expect much to read or write, I stare blankly from the aughts of night. Stars are but memories from books, Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel....

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Contest, Lost, Sponsor, Craig Cornish, Date 6/23/2025 When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!” Mike’s “No” would reckon choice. His mom ignored this new campaign; rebuff became Mike’s voice. Having seen what crack does to his mom, Mike felt no peer sway, but still stayed ...

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through my long-stemmed glass red & white stripes, blue with stars merlot reflection muted-purple silhouette prolonged sips, flag pole on porch...

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No pease porridge for me if you please neither hot nor cold especially not if what's in the pot is nine days old for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa (no pottage slop) I'm predisposed and have the propensity to pour a potent potable (pink plonk) and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini porcini plus a peck of pecorino...

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A Drink of Let Go Hardy Levis shorts Stuckup seesaw Let go of forgot Now playing To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time Echo at the end before The meeting has begun I can't let go I say what is life On any casual day Will I miss the flowers and the.trees There's a girl over there we latch on...

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