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Short Bourbon Poems

Short Bourbon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bourbon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bourbon by length and keyword.


Premium Member A Royal Luncheon

King size prawn cocktail hors d'oeuvre
Duchesse potatoes
Crown roasted ribs of mutton
Balmoral tarlets
Mint imperials
Bourbon bakes
Sheik!
Form: Epulaeryu


Premium Member flying dutchman

once a pilot from london

always carried an onion

but when he would speak

his flight crews would freak

so now he brings a bourbon.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Derby Pie

A buttery, flaky crust Fresh cup, chopped pecans Brown sugar and egg with cocoa Dash of vanilla Bit of bourbon, hug Bake and serve Sweet!
Form: Epulaeryu

Bourbon and Ice

by Wayne Wysocki

A fellow who fractured his hip
Learned a valuable tip
     If liquor you drink
     At the ice skating rink
You're probably going to slip.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member He Sired Ninety-Five Kittens

There once was a cat named Mr. Morgan
  Who sipped his share of Kentucky bourbon
    Sired ninety-five kittens
    Said he's not forbidden
  From abusing his sexual organ
Form: Limerick


Balance

Too much bourbon will make you think
everything you write is a masterpiece,
too little and it is all just a pile of crap.
The art of writing is to find the balance
where the two can co-exist.

Glass of Life

For total optimism,
Fill the glass up to the brim,
With bourbon, vodka and gin,
This is a glass of life,
Liquor causes too much strife,
Need to look through spiritual eyes,
Alcohol I do despise!

Let Tambourines Begin

Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin, 
let street lights pour

bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,

thin, thin, 
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin


Donal Mahoney

The Price

These words I write may not be worth much to you
perhaps a glass of prosecco or cheap chardonnay
bottom shelf bourbon and soda, tonic and Tanqueray
You have no concept of what they cost me
the price that I must pay
Form: Rhyme

Curbing Drinking Suburban Bourbon

Curbing Drinking Suburban Bourbon

What we could be doing  is probably curbing,
Things that are disturbing and also suburban;
Before drinkers die,
A tariff do apply;
Never drinking or have been serving bourbon.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Let Tambourines Begin

Let Tambourines Begin

Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin, 
street lights pour

bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,

thin, thin, 
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin


Donal Mahoney

Premium Member Judge Ben Mcwhorter

Here lie the remains of Judge Ben McWhorter He held court in Bourbon Street’s Latin Quarter When his wife discovered his debauched ways, She took appropriate steps to end to his days.
Written July 5, 2022
Form: Epitaph

Premium Member Blues

Bourbon Street's heart does beat.

Bars pouring forth pleas as

Bands drone in smoke filled rooms.
 
Brass and piano voice

Blare the heartfelt tone's tear.

Bare shackled souls lament,

Blues the voice of lost love.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/16/2020
Pleiades
Form: Verse

Love You ,My Man

You are the shine in my life,
I loved to be called as your wife.

Our love is pure,
You should be mine forever.

You personality is wizzard,
And your smile is  hazzard.

My heart was stubborn,
Now you are my bourbon!

Honey I'm your bunny,
You are everything not your money!
Form: Rhyme

Lover Man

the only time he called her
was when the songs were old and the bottle
of Bourbon was new.

he always missed her deeply,
he even apologized for breaking
her jaw.

now,he has a son who hates him
and a ex wife who has moved on.

all the songs are gone
and the Bourbon is empty.

Bourbon High Cola

There was a young man from Pensacola
Who chug-a-lug a bourbon high cola
Gave it try
Eyes did cry
Head swirled like he was on a Victrola.

A Victrola is a record player that used to spin those old platters, 66, 33 RPM. If you care, you can boot up a picture of one on your chosen website.
Form: Limerick

Don'T Fall

Run run
I hear steps gaining
Asphalt and gravel rips my bare blackened soles
The air burns like bourbon
 I draw in deeper
No pain
No feeling
Fear is my anesthetic
Just run
If I fall I wonder
What will mark me
A Bent beer can
An infected syringe
Maybey a card board box
Run don't fall
© Dan Lohner  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Bourbon

Just a thought
Well maybe not a thought
Maybe she was a dream
She was in my dream
She was real
I think she was real
Are those stars
Those must be your eyes
Where did you come from
You must be heaven sent
I sit alone not obsessing
Taking in your graceful beauty
Realizing I had not drank my Bourbon

Premium Member Getting Old is Not for the Young

Sure, youth can run marathons,
But not of the sort
It takes to get old,
That’s a far different sport.

Getting old takes patience
And you must set a pace
To perform to the end,
For this is far from a race.

But here’s some advice,
To aid in the run:
Make sure to hydrate 
With wine and bourbon.

Premium Member Santa Tries It On

Ol' Claus was drunk from strong bourbon whiskey 
Then touched Rudolph and tried to get frisky
Rudolph said no way
Us deer's are not gay
And placed a hoof print on his fat hiney... 




Written 14th of December 2021

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Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich 
Form: Limerick

Bouben Eyed

I walk these streets all bourbon eyed.
Where I wish I left a legacy.
Nothing but burned bridges
as far as the eye can see.

Counting down, 
its always come down to you.

You refuse to share your history.
But together were bound
by inherited symmetry.

Sweet is the journey,
so hold tight
ever so tenderly.
Form:

No Sorrow

stands behind the drapes
a shadow
still for a moment 
then bourbon in tupperware
burned her throat
television
in the other room
children slap fighting
yelling beings
another swallow
behind the drapes the world was simple
cream and grey
almost twilight outside
cool window on her cheek
tears 
but no 
sorrow

Riddle

My first is in rainbow but not in sun 
My second is in book but not in fun 
My third is in hobo but not in tramp 
My fourth is in body but not in cramp

My fifth is in bottom but not in top
My sixth is in bourbon but not in fizzy pop
So the answer my friend I'm sure you know
The answer to this riddle is smelly BO
Form: Rhyme

Wine-Spiration

The man most prone to tears
is one who's drunk some beers

the man most prone to sigh
is one who's drunk some rye

the man most prone to pee
is one given to whisky

the one most prone to mourn
is one whose tea's laced with bourbon

but the man who believes all he's seen
is one who's soaked to the bones with gin!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member REScue DOGS-

Missing life procedure German Shepherd bleeding Reminds me of humanity injured hurt Puppies dog spring forth healings Huskies and St Bernard's Stop drinking bourbon smoking cigars Rescue dogs living large Humane pedigree saving Humanity
1/9/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

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