Short Whiskeys Poems
Short Whiskeys Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whiskeys by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whiskeys by length and keyword.
Boomer rang my doorbell
his blue jeans had expired
Required late-night charging
he knocked back whiskeys for a while
Categories:
whiskeys, drink, fashion, moving on, night, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Twas exhausted night before Thanksgiving,
after few eggnog Whiskeys, relieving.
Awful chilling and spooky,
Boo-hoo, the turkey soupy,
Homegrown, fear fill eyes were unforgiving.
Categories:
whiskeys, scary,
Form:
Limerick
I'm here where you left me
Alone in the dark
A crime scene unknown thats blacked my heart
Whiskeys gone cold, blood has turned clear
Now that im gone there's no more to fear
Cuts and scars fade into death
Tears run down my face as i take my last breath.
Categories:
whiskeys, death, depression, sad
Form:
I do not know?
In my caravan,
oh in my caravan,
there is only you and me
Our mirrors do doubles,
so there you are
with two whiskeys
Our mirror images frown
at our drinking
and saying "cheers"
In my caravan
we both are tipsy
at each other's image
2/16/2015
Categories:
whiskeys, drink,
Form:
Free verse
The Winter weather is here and it's cold
Colds not much fun if you are homeless or old
But some like cold cheer
And drink ice cold beer
But when you're cold whiskeys' best so I'm told.
Written on 6th January 2019
For same word winter limerick poetry contest.
Sponsored by Charles Messina.
( chosen word is cold )
Categories:
whiskeys, cool, drink, old,
Form:
Limerick
It is December!
Chilly-cold air all around
Windy air pluck trees' leaves
With branches bare without coverings
And cramped buds waiting to bloom.
Dark afternoons, soon we see
Early bells, ring aloud!
Playing lads, all agog
"It is bed time....", mumbled, busy lasses.
Cladded gentlemen, from heads to knees
Walking briskly down the streets
For warm whiskeys at pubs.
Wintry air in steads and in woods
Autumn is here, an ally of Winter.
Categories:
whiskeys, autumn, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
INDECISION
He fell in love when he met her
In nineteen eighty seven
But didn’t get round to telling her
Till June of twenty-eleven
He’d drunk some double whiskeys,
Followed up with gin,
Then turned up on her doorstep,
Begging to be let in.
He told her how he loved her,
He got down on one knee.
She told him he’d left it too long
For she’d wed in ninety-three.
8th June 2021
Lipogram contest - No A
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Categories:
whiskeys, love,
Form:
Rhyme