Drink Up Poems - Poems about Drink Up

I need an olive Gin and vermouth look lonely with no green jewel. ...

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Double time hits for the ceiling — The clouds of white smoke, the healing Childhood in my skin finally relaxes Everyone around me in lapses Coffee forms the swollen cheeks With history's pick of bean Water remembers Water pushed under embers The percolator Like some wound drips her. Eyes on the preppy barista — Maybe we both see in similar vistas She writes down...

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When life leaves you lemons deserved or not some sunny summer's day neither fret nor sweat if citrus is all you've got to show for your lot to keep the blues at bay be creative pull out all stops keep calm stay cool either squish or get off the pot think of a drink (old fruit) and you're made in the shade easy peasy lemon squeezy simply put... make...

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A truckful of drunks half-skunked boozers gun racks in the back unlucky losers pulled up to the pumps for a gallon or two only high octane tanked would do then one had a bad itch he started to scratch wanted a smoke and when he lit a match the explosion was heard three miles away to arrive alive do what they say 'Don't drink and drive' and yes it's true it could ruin...

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Three dozen or so revelers whoop it up. Prince''s signature smash-hit song, "1999" Is blasting top volume on loud speakers. A rollicking party reaches...

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Let yourself be tempted, You who have sorrow, You who sings out of tune, Let yourself be tempted You who sleep so badly, Among the ghosts, Let yourself be tempted By my Monbazillac, Let yourself be tempted By the sweet taste, By the soft color, Let yourself be tempted By the subtle intoxication, By the proud grape variety, Let yourself be tempted By the Monbazillac, Let yourself be tempted, If love disappointed...

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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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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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