Wine Rubaiyat Poems | Examples
These Wine Rubaiyat poems are examples of Rubaiyat poems about Wine. These are the best examples of Rubaiyat Wine poems written by international poets.
Bouquet of flowers with bright red roses,
dinner and wine, as evening approaches,
beginning of love, is dawn of new life,
when two hearts dearly wish, god disposes.
Fervent dreams walk the edge of a sharp knife,
their racing pulse, have some reason for strife,
blushing faces hold hands in deep romance,
pray one day the two be husband and wife.
Dim lit ambience, whispers, furtive glance,
perfumes and music do their love enhance,
words are said yet no one knows what to say,
desires in bodies reverberate a dance.
This day is the first of many such days,
when new love finds fresh love to pave new ways,
some end in Yes, some may start with a nay,
Rest assured, true love will go all the way!
Looking for a potent punch line,
on thoughts began to wine and dine,
which noticed not flutter of heart,
caused by love which for love does pine.
Vibrant living is a learnt art,
that needs us to add joy to cart,
koel’s song, taking all along,
the way soul’s ascent, we kick start.
Throb of love discerns right from wrong,
making aura bright and mind strong,
without which we’re on earth adrift,
oblivious to God’s bliss gong.
Dear poet, why merely words sift,
when in cave of heart, glows God’s gift,
radiant light, shining so bright,
enabling our consciousness shift?
Forged in fire, born and bred
Like a lion in their heads
Open hand made fist by culture
Circles of violence upon well-worn treads
Prospering, only crows and vultures
Pick clean hesitant bones and falter
Glory and wine, tools of peacetime
Golden shovel; dig your graves by the altar
The thirsty rebel looks to the sky,
Shades his eyes from sunlight, dry
Vultures circling the once-green plain
Are waiting for them all to die
What's in a fight for the living to gain?
Glory, honor, protection in vain?
The bladesman's steel cleaves circles in heads
Circles of death, vengeance, and pain
Security by gunpoint paints the world red
Order and pestilence drilled into our heads
A propaganda spread by vultures
Controlling the reaper, profit from the dead
With every sweet breath that caresses my cheek,
And silky tresses that trellis love-scented sheets,
Each new morning is from you to me a gift,
When your face is the first sight my eyes meet.
Down sun-dappled streets and leafy lanes we saunter,
Golden beaches echo with our merry banter,
Every small café is our own private hideaway,
So long as you’re here with me, not yonder.
Your eyes dance with the flickering gold of candlelight,
When the moon rises and twilight takes flight,
The garnet of wine, the crimson of roses,
Adorn the modest place we share each night.
Is this but a mirage, or will it come through?
Will Fate smile on us, will love hold true?
For this glorious future my heart aches,
When every day is dream-tinged, blessed by you.