Short Swig Poems
Short Swig Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Swig by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Swig by length and keyword.
There's a man from Nantucket.
That lives in an oak bucket.
He's not very big.
And took just one swig.
Drunk on a summer junket.
Categories:
swig, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Spoke less,
did not feel like,
lips refused,
and tongue got tied,
throat was dry,
I gulped a little swig,
then spoke in a veritable gig.
Categories:
swig, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Shred of Truth
If you were me instead
And a life of sin had led
You took one more swig
Then an idiot became big
Of truth did not find a shred.
Jim Ho Ho Horn
Categories:
swig, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Some people call me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by a friend on piano
Categories:
swig, silly,
Form:
Limerick
He sure was naive, that Tommy O'Rourke
He didn't know gin was what he'd uncorked
He took a long swig
His girl danced a jig
Just nine months 'till the visit from the stork
Categories:
swig, baby, drink, girlfriend,
Form:
Limerick
A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by Liberace on piano
Categories:
swig, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
A buxom underclad lady loved cooking,
Everytime when no one was looking,
of the sherry she would liberally swig,
then dance a sublime high kicking jig
Now there's always great demand for a booking!
Categories:
swig, humor,
Form:
Limerick
A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by The Wulfman on piano
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
swig, silly,
Form:
Limerick
swing, my brother
and swig
your liver, brown -
sink your teeth into mine
bermuda grass in my brain
yet again
and the left plank
stands out. again.
here we are, both
shooting arrows blind
or are we just spineless?
Categories:
swig, love,
Form:
Free verse
He made passes at the ladies
Drank much vodka, not just a swig
Lost control of all composure
Which included his crooked wig.
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Contest: Chastushka Me
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Placed: 4th
Categories:
swig, drink,
Form:
Chastushka
I put it in my a.m. engine
and pray that it kicks in
By the time I reach my locker
I'm ready to punch in
My prayers are duly weighed and judged
as they swirl in my canteen
Helping me to mid-morn break
~ where I'll swig some more caffeine
Categories:
swig, humor, prayer, work,
Form:
Rhyme
My butt is just so damn big
10 Irish men could do a jig
5 truckers could park their rig
16 Miners could plan a dig
9 drummers could perform a gig
2 Elephants could take a swig
22 college kids could do their trig
If only I’d eat less like a pig!
*For Susan's self exaggeration contest :)
Categories:
swig, slam,
Form:
Monorhyme
Just one more minute
One more day
All so I could
get in your way
All you want is that
One last swig
One more puff
Just so you'd feel
"Normal" enough
I know that you don't
care what I say
But am I supposed
to leave you this way?
Take that one last swig
I'll walk away
Poison yourself,
All I can do is pray.
Categories:
swig, confusion, depression, friendship, hope, loss, lost love,
Form:
I do not know?
Their feet are not petite. They are huge.
No hiding or sneaking. No subterfuge.
Fifth graders' feet are as big as boats.
Where is the drink me anecdote?
Clown shoes for them might be too small.
If I had their feet, I would never fall.
Preservatives have bulked them up so big.
Here is be tiny juice, please take a swig.
Categories:
swig, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
I popped out of a pink egg carton on a fine Monday morn.
Entered an eggbeater contest, ended tattered and torn.
Drank egg cream, did the most marvelous egg dance.
Started to England and ended up in a chateau in France.
Had a swig of fancy eggnog, Italy is where I landed.
Turned into an exaggerated egg-atic, sneaky, devious, and underhanded.
Categories:
swig, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th
Form:
Light Verse
Suffering from anxiety and depression
I am tired of this session
I feel I learned my lesson
deep down hurting stressing
always try
I just want to be alive
live life alive
don't want to die
struggle and strife
to make it in this life
have things that are nice
take a swig once maybe twice
tomorrow try to do things right
good night. -TA
Categories:
swig, anxiety, lost, mental illness, moving on, repetition,
Form:
Lyric
Consumed by doubt, down but not out
Swig of whiskey tickles the throat
rags for a coat
Down on his luck, surviving on pluck
Bums another cigarette
breaks out in cold sweat
Begs unabashedly
points to you and me
Inside, you shudder
~ unashamed, I flee
Categories:
swig, drink, poverty,
Form:
Rhyme
Today, my wife went shopping and in her glee
took her phone and sent a selfie
of her in a beautiful new dress.
She looked quite stunning, I must confess.
She asked “Does this make my butt look big?”
I picked up my beer, took a swig
and texted back “Nooo!”
But my phone went to autocorrect
and changed my word to “Mooo!”
Please send help or I’ll end up black and blue!
Categories:
swig, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Drinking
Take a swig
And then another
Keep going ‘til you feel big
And feel like someone other
Than yourself
The world would turn
Watching outside your own self
And your stomach does churn
Making you feel dizzy
And nauseous also
Your stomach feels fizzy
And you vomit, so
Someone takes you away
But not a place known, you don’t want to stay
Written on January 30, 2020
Categories:
swig, dark, drink,
Form:
Sonnet
Old Salt
Was Walt
Possessed
On chest
Tattoo
Of Lou
Each port
Had snort
Much booze
Blew fuse
Got tight
Had fight
Some beef
With Chief
Unwise
Blacked eyes
Uptight
Lost fight
For prank
Lost rank
For swig*
In brig
*One interpretation of swig is - strike heavily with fist!
Entry for Brian Strand's "Footle-Me" Contest
Placed in tie for 3d place in contest
Categories:
swig, conflict, drink, humorous,
Form:
Footle
sHE STOOD PROUD
SMILING.
HER FACE AS
BEAUTIFUL AS HER
STYLIST ALLOWED.
ONE SPOKE
i DON'T KNOW WHY,
BUT IT IS jULY IN 2024
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
THEN SHE SAID
IN HER NAITIVE TOUNGE
SOMETHING THAT PUZZED ME
SINCE. SHE SAID:
"ELLE PORTAIT UN
COSTUME DE CORPS
AUX TONS CHAIR:
AVES UNE CINQUIEME
BOUTEILLE DE LA
LIQUEUR GAY
SUR L'ETIQUETTE.
c'ETAIT JUSTE SUR
ELLE
SWIG - SWAGGLER!"
Categories:
swig, music,
Form:
Bio
May your love for me
always be
as stormy as an Irish sea.
I want no gentle ride
I wish for no small swell,
I've been safely drifting for too long.
May my love for you
always be
as sure as the setting sun.
As steady as a spring rain
a balm to your scorched plain.
You bring the wild,
I'll bring the sweet.
You be my rose,
I'll be your thorn.
I will be the sweet smile
as you swig down what makes you burn.
Categories:
swig, love,
Form:
Free verse
I am sitting on a chair.
a chair with the view of
sky, ocean.
a chair that sits on
an open hallway.
that leads to where I
forfeit money for rent
the ocean,
I wonder what's underneath
---
I see more windows
than palm tree's.
the beer makes the
paper warm,
the breeze as it should,
the ocean still,
as the allusion of
time
races.
I sit back,
swig and gaze
I am paused
Categories:
swig, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Drag me headfirst facing the red lights,
Throw stones that turn to gold dust,
Cruise through a pile of crumbling structures.
The buildings of the past.
Critics drawing out rapier blades,
Their swords casted in flames,
On wheels we swerve the pathway,
Just three junctions away.
A pocket full of sad villains,
A swig of wine to another high,
Standing tall on this grey horizon,
Searching for a new paradise.
Categories:
swig, adventure, children, imagery, imagination, journey, longing,
Form:
Lyric
An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an alcoholics netherworld
and mind most disoriented.
A parched throat forces arousal
And miasmic exhalations
rekindle once more pitiful
repeated, inebriation.
A morning swig begins his day
and ends the same as yesterday.
Categories:
swig, addiction, drug,
Form:
Verse