Port Wine Poems - Poems about Port Wine

...I visit them in silent repose, their memories float on whispered breath. Bringing the delight of days now gone, I do not feel the sorrow of death. Here I can still see his loving smile, feel h......Read the rest...

...I hate to do this to you I kissed the scar tissue on your shoulder blade It sits there, port wine raised scar placed there in a time before I met you by a lighter held by a long ago friend ......Read the rest...

...port wine moonshine divine cloud nine ......Read the rest...

...Anguished pained introvertedness choked, immobilized, paralyzed... rigor mortis frozen state held sway over mine adolescent body as if... scared to death upon unavoidable close encounter (perhap......Read the rest...

...Alfred and the addiction Alfred the pianist is my father who denies fatherhood had stopped smoking, he had a golden cigarette holder which he gave me I also noticed he hands trembled this be......Read the rest...

...I`m Sailing I was sailing along the coast of Greenland the sea was as green as empty Port Wine bottles when a storm struck it was a fully automatic boat I batted down the hatches went below f......Read the rest...

...Here we part ways, dear. Sorry, excess makes me sick. You'll visit me one day as an anticyclone. We ate cheese drinking Port wine few times a week, Used to chip in for a new bottle like brothers. ......Read the rest...

...When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A glance of parad......Read the rest...

...In the exodus of emotions I try to flee human fears in earth hour. The sky will not be civil to me. You had become a dark flame like port wine. Who was changing the skin like a snake ? I was busy c......Read the rest...

...Night time Lost in the night time, looking for a glass of Port wine, so I can hide tears of loneliness, just for one night, then call upon dear friends, to join my drinking away, pretending what we......Read the rest...

...WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE Nothing left aside, He lay on his back Eyes fixed at ceiling fan. Reminiscence of Predicament Of travels in shade Sojournment in places many. Land of beautifu......Read the rest...

...Missing it all again Between the raindrops Beneath the water's surface Believing all gets ruined But moving forward just a step By step. By step. By step Covers so much ground To endings & beginnin......Read the rest...