Short Merlot Poems
Short Merlot Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Merlot by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Merlot by length and keyword.
curls of bayenne ham with
a munster pane
tarte flambe with onions
cream,bacon lardons#served with wild mushrooms
and Merlot
please!
Last Merlot of the year
end of the harvest
through vines we do peer
after producing their best
the fields once more return to rest
Since Mexico cast off the French
Make sure a Corona to clench
And forgo the Merlot
On Cinco de Mayo
But buy beer which can a thirst quench
through my long-stemmed glass
red & white stripes, blue with stars
merlot reflection
muted-purple silhouette
prolonged sips, flag pole on porch
A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater
2/3/22
a thin film of pride
scorn'd by the green and vintage
merlot dialogues
coagulated thoughts, make
growing pains turn arthritic
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If I never learn to take criticism.....how will I grow?
tangy breeze fades off
from sultry eve's rosette view…
leaving summer mouths
like a zing of Merlot wine…
to taste last kisses on flight
Friday nights call for aroma therapy relaxation
Light a patchouli scented candle
Release the bouquet of merlot
Sit back and wind down
Let the past week simply slip away
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The sunrise blushes
in sunflower
chardonnay braids
on soft merlot clouds
as if it has heard
my whispers of love
sent to you upon
cool chrysanthemum
breezes this perfect
autumn morning
Like wine,
Poets age with every year
Tattered labels stained,
vintners unclear
Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet,
words mellow in the dark
Where time ferments a riper day
—its richness to impart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
to tender the vines
they weep merlot tears
so merlot to hold
they ferment our years
to tender the cask
they reap merlot tears
to bottle and hold
they ferment for years
too tender the cask
they reap merlot fears
no merlot to hold
they ferment our tears
Mysterious blue
as midnight moonlight spills on
meandering dreams.
Once butterflies' ball is done
merlot bliss lies past the sun!
Red Mars reveries
join nights of mulberry rose
camouflaging green.
So many are not sleeping
when the yellow warblers sing.
in the late night hours
i like to take things slow
i sip a glass of chardonnay
merlot or pinot grigio
through my bay window
i'm watching the fall of snow
i sit back and relax
setting the lights down low
with pen in hand
i just let the words flow
AP: 2nd place 2025
Star lit skies down seventh ave.
you and I on the Centro cobblestones
dancing for the trolly strolling about
Ybor city cigars stained the air while
Columbian porcelan floors calls me
to perform merlot sends signals
down my spine this night is alive
simply waiting for daylight to arrive
A poets words have rhythm and flow
the ink they spill is like a fine Merlot
the best with body full and rich bouquet
both have flair and finish like smoky Cabernet
so before you write your next verse or rhyme
red or white, don't forget to pour the wine.
Bread can nourish earthly dreams
Regale failing flesh
Eventually to join the crux that, with elán,
Allows the grape to ripen to dull
Death - a necessary
Acidic action to save,
Not
Deny, the vintage of the gutsy merlot.
What modest wafer would right
Injustice and what drink dare
Nourish the freshly born,
Even though earthly dreams seem undone?
Time for candlelight dinner
baked ground beef on plate
Merlot sparkling on the side...
mushroom cubes as tops
along with gravy
Flavor
full !
6/29/2016
I Love Food Contest of Lewis Raynes
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“Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food.
It consists of seven lines with
a syllable count of 7/5/7/5/5/3/1
One glass of Merlot makes my innards tingle
Dry wine has a way of making me romantic
Two glasses blur my vision, but I'm eager to mingle
Half a carafe finds my language less than pedantic
No misinterpretation, dwell not on meanings semantic
*Entry for Francine’s “Pick a Beverage, Any Beverage” contest
October 23, 2011 by Carolyn Devonshire
dolls eyes.
hidden by panes of thin glass.
the poetry of moving lashes.
long, thick, dark.
sweeping the air.
keepers of emotions wine.
the merlot of sadness.
far from true blue.
undecided colour.
hints of storm season.
dead sometimes.
smooth skin.
no laugh lines etched across.
blankets covering the glassy surface.
closing slowly.
tired.
awaiting sleep.
peace.
Persian
Phoenician
Armenian
Lebanese
worldly
lovely
my flattery needs fuel
one more glass of wine
grapes and olives building humanity
more beauty, my eyes crave it so
plus infinite wisdom
glasses full of merlot kisses
if a heart beats
it needs endless love
this woman taught me softness
of whom do I speak?
oh la la only the Egyptians knew
the love for your cat is eternal
Hey! Dear Grim Reaper, tell me your secret.
How is it that you are so skinny?
even after devouring so many souls.
Is it the scythe. May I PLEASE borrow it for later.
I have chicken for dinner tonight.
To skim the meat clean of the fat,
Give me your recipe.
Or is it the wine that goes with your kill?
Is it Merlot or sauvignon blanc?
Don't tell me it is from the workout,
you get from hunting your prey... :P
sizzling sausage in a pan -
breakfast sounds alert the inner man
hot,freshly baking bread -
aromas of a lunchbreak spread
spit roast turning slow -
sight of dinner on the go
mouthful of merlot fine-
upon the tongue the taste of wine
thanksgiving supper meal -
a touch of fellowship so real
She comes in colors.
Rearranges herself at will.
Masterful pen.
And a mind never still.
As imaged in my mind,
The Rube with a doob
in her left hand
Merlot in her right,
Penning her heart out,
All through the night...
Artist painting with words,
Colors she invents herself,
Every now and then a little humor,
Like a mischievous elf...
And so many love her,
And so glad she is back...
Especially me,
This old poetic hack.
i have been reading the contents
via, printed correspondence
for some time now
and so it was only natural
there’d be a moment
i’d pour, to
sip the promise
when switching from merlot to zinfandel
a tipped glass need not be
shattered into shards
time only knows if; when
the chance will come to
escape to your serenity
and charming ways
visit for an eternity; or
just a few days
so until then;
let us drink a toast
to a marrying of such
savory flavors
Last Christmas I received
A gaily wrapped bottle of wine;
It’s so pretty just sitting on the shelf,
Tempting me all the time.
I know nothing of red, white, and Merlot,
But I think I’d feel sophisticated,
If I put on that sheer silk robe I have,
And fill a crystal glass, feel satiated.
For you see, the bottle is one serving size,
And I’d have to drink it alone,
So I guess I’ll use it in den décor,
And play like I know something I don’t.