Pint Poems | Examples

Waiting for the storm to pass

People started running,
for buses, taxis, trains,
with umbrellas no defence,
against the wind and rain,
a drowned rat cycled past,
then disappeared down a lane,
when lightening flashed, I dashed,
hoping to dry out again.

I shot past the pub’s “welcome” sign,
“No Prams or Pushchairs Inside”,
then scrutinised the menu,
for something not micro’d or fried,
with my paper, pint, pasty, and peas,
I sat by the warm fireside,
waiting for the storm to pass,
and brighter weather outside.

Pint-Size It

I sit here
wondering
about it all.

The only problem
is, all is always
way too much.

Perhaps
I could find
a way, to 

pint-size it!

Pint Size

A mere mortal
I am to AI.
A demi tasse slurp,
a tiny thought bubble,
blowing in the wind,
pieced to pop with puny plunk,
just a pip spat out.
My brain drained to a pitiful 
paltry piddle, into
the insatiable sea 
of AI's knowledge bank.

Nine-Pint Ramblings

Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth 
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth 
To the scourge 
Of this earth?

I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must 
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals 
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.

The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals 
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts  too much to think.

Have the Words Fancy a Pint Ever Sounded So Good

Have the word's

Fancy a Pint

At the Pub

Ever sounded so good 

As today

Cheers

See you there

Make mine a double

Get the round in

Lot's to catch up on

Since we last met

Mcgee Save a Pint Save a Pence

Mick, Mike and McGee
Were at the pub together
Just sitting at the bar
Talking about work, and the weather 

When Mick looks down and sees a fly, 
floating on the froth of his beer
Motions for The Bartender, saying
"What in the hell we have here" 

The Bartender sees the fly
Then looked Mick straight in the face
I'll pour a fresh one my good friend
And he did so, employing great hast

It wasn't a moment till Mike, found the same
Floating around in his brew
He pulled out the fly, pressed the glass to his lips
And drank it until it was through

McGee saw the same when he gazes in his pint
And quick, pulled the fly from his stout
And shaking him by his wee little wings
Demanding that he spit it out !

Pint of Ale

Give me a pint of ale for I have signed
aboard the Queen weighing  anchor first light
when she gives sail for Java’s trade of kind.
But I am having a good time this night
and me thinks a pint may wet whistle fine.
Then after ale booze makes shore time just right
If you chance hearing curses, they aren’t mine.
Tis my misfortune loving great the sea
 truth told, all veins are stowed with beer and brine
Before mast plays a place where a  man’s free,
belay, think you not oceans always kind

Pint Will Raise

About my deceased friend Terry.
Will have service for him Thursday
with a wake at Gun Tavern in
Basildon, Essex, England

Pint Will Raise

For Terry a pint will raise
And offer him much praise
Distinguished gentleman has been
Heaven's gates are open again
Where Terry now rests and stays.

The Last Pint

The last pint
He ordered a couple bottles and one
And said an extra one he still want
Seating by the counter late at one,
Staring at couples dancing gracefully the night
And remembering his own days of might

Another shot of Johnny walker
And tears were running freely down his face
For the once so sweet love had now gone bitter
Yet those sweet memories still linger hither
But he couldn’t ever again get back thither
So he emptied the bitter liquid glass after glass
And the tears flowed barrel after barrel

His brain span, whizzed and arched
His heart punched his ribs and sprinted
As his rib cages threatened to let go
For the pain was too much for a wounded soul
And the liquor too strong for a broken heart

But glass after glass he still refilled anyway
As his last bit of strength bowed and gave way
His eyes got a summer and the racing heart a winter
And then. . .
And then he reluctantly pulled out the revolver
He sighed and drained the last pint
As he planted the cold lethal piece of copper in his brain

Pint a Rest

oh great tremble
how many days of no eat
king oscar
quelle sardines
let us open a can
nothing to worry your'e not new at this
and those beans you call them mouton
for a shave and deux couilles lets knit a tricot in the great bank of America

Talking To a Pint

I thought I sent you down my belly,
What are you doing in my head?
You conniving old shoe! You bitter brew
Go away from me, be forever gone
I’m finally done with you…!

Wait, wait –hic up-! I over reacted
Give me another sip…?
One more before I go…
Of course we’re bestttt… still friends –hic up-!
I was being fu….. Silly


Michael

A Pint of the God Machine

A pint of the god machine

Surfing the digital space

drifting

and sifting throughout the net

to find the key

and yet it never appears

so as I might fear

there is a fee

to pay for knowledge

little universe in a box

and I’m trapped in a state of mind I cannot describe

strange and stranger still yet

there is a way about machines I don’t quite understand, as I’m sitting in a 
space of not my own creation being yearned on by beats I did not breath life 
into, and still yet I drift and pseudo-surf throughout the space of cyber

and I’m lost

I cannot find my desire

A Pint of Bitter No Probem

A Pint of Bitter…sure-

At the registrar office we´re getting married 
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me 
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about 
this marriage left she accosted me in the street 
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage 
rolls and pies?

Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket 
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in 
and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister. 
The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on took years to erase.

Those Pint Glass Bottomed Spectacles

Those pint glass bottomed spectacles
are staring up at me
as you gurgle down another beer
and burp and boff with glee.

Gone are your inhibitions
your humanity and pride,
you're acting like an animal
now that alcohol's inside.

You're acting kind of foolish
like I've never seen before,
the kind of things you wouldn't do
if sober as before.

Gone is the man I used to know
the gent with love and care,
now when if you return at night
our home's a lion's lair.

Not realizing you're losing us
by being out from three,
you're spending all the money
on the booze not rent or tea.

You're married to the drinker's tap
unbalanced and disturbed,
our wardrobe's not a public lav
your senseless lunacy's absurd!

Now take off those pint glass spectacles
when you dare to look at me
you're killing off the you inside
along with love of family.

To the Pint

O Guinness, lovely Guinness,
Irish black rose of the night.
I drink in your beauty,
a wonderment of sight!
Velvety raven body,
filling out that cold glass,
I look into your dark eyes,
you wicked, sassy lass.
I watch your tiny bubbles
cascade down and sigh,
like feather-like snowflakes
falling down from the sky.
Your heavenly head leaves
foam above my lip,
I cherish our shared moments
with each tender sip.

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