Quart Poems - Poems about Quart

There once was a time when that car wasn't mine. And as far as I was concerned that was just fine. But then I grew up and I wanted to drive. And that first weekend made me feel so alive. A 66 Chevy Impala, four door. By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore. But the engine leaked oil. But...

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A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET ‘Tis the infancy of yet another day And I hear it crying for its bottle now But I know the sun is no child anyway It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right Yet wrong I may ever be I found...

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somehow having a child in a city kept you desperate, made you accept drinking as a way of life. the chain smoking the waitress job that gin mill the office job. belonging is another form of punishment. beaten by men by odds, you never loved yourself enough. the rest was hot coffee on a cold...

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We were so strong right from the start We gave each other a true heart We planned and conspired what the future would hold We were joyous to watch it all unfold You were mine and I was yours Your love for me deep to the core We were a family of a sort You, me and little quart My love I gave,...

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My life revolves around Heart breaks, Long goodbyes And way to many sleepless nights My heart breaks Every time I take a breath And I’m still standing here alone My hands shake Every time you turn away And I am forced to let you go My mind keeps Me from drifting off to sleep Just by picturing you here next to me...

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