Sangria Poems - Poems about Sangria

It was stated that her lips tasted like sangria Well, that means her lips were sweet and gave an aroma of peace As the wine hit our lips we feel an everlasting taste of our Mia Is it fine like the others or is it only a fine piece Being next to her as you are dancing to the...

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To celebrate a special day, I went out with my spouse, Having dinner in a place we like A few blocks from our house. My drink of choice is beer But they do not serve IPA’s* So Sangria’s what I get, Reminding me of college days. For on weekends when we partied, There would always be a bowl Filled with cut-up fruit and Yago;** Getting tipsy...

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Sipping cold fruity sangria Under a tilted parasol In the warm balmy afternoon Just soaking in the summer breeze Here come my long awaited friends How discreet time has slipped away Telling tall tales of years gone by Reviving names long forgotten Rekindling places long torn down While tunes play as from a jukebox Resuscitating old feelings Non stop jokes and belly laughter Could not ask...

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I bit the fruit But didn't drink the Kool-Aid Got drunk just the same...

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Scents mingle; phlox, lilac, jasmine etching June, evening tingles neath shimmer of shooting star. Aromas' rhythmic breathing below blond moon held on breeze's ripple - please don’t go afar… Dream's moonstone is reasoned in cream afternoon, adularescent blue tones season memoir. Days lazy, lost lulling red raspberry rhyme, gaze hazy, mulling sangria summertime. Susan Ashley August 12, 2017...

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Kaleidoscope of a rainbow's hope, realizations of grandiosity from a splendorous mount- A looking glass for a peace, alas, crystallization of beauty from an azure fount. Sunset hues of yellow and white, with a splash of Prussian in rain's delight- ...

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I loved it when in college, Which is when I did imbibe it, Though syrupy and fruity Is how many would describe it. At parties, in a punch bowl, It was poured and filled with fruit - Mostly oranges and apples, Sometimes tangerines to boot. Though nowadays it's rarely served (Since things in vogue may pass), There is a local restaurant Where I enjoy a glass. It...

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San Grail? Sangria? From humblest manger beginnings, He grew a wit to teach the Temple’s teachers, but in His age, the sad reality...: The world was rife with prophets and preachers. He was a novelty, a prodigy -- received as well then as such are today -- childlike, unsettling ‘Od’ity and Upstart Who crossed all class boundary....

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Sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone On a cold winter’s evening In the backyard of my home Shooting stars cross the sky I’m amazed by every one With a sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone Sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone My wife has retired to bed And so has my little son The alcohol and hot water recalls My sins I...

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Sangria… Fruity wine with a hint of alcohol Sangria Sangria Sangria Sangria A tutti fruity wine with hardly any kick at all Sangria Sangria Sangria Sangria Sangria! I’ve just had a glass of Sangria And I don’t feel a thing It doesn’t have the zing I need Sangria! I’ve just added gin to Sangria And suddenly I’m high I feel like I can fly With speed! Sangria Gulp it...

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