Speakeasies Poems - Poems about Speakeasies

...I am the roaring twenties And the cotton club. I am Al Capone and his Thugs. I am the rise of Joseph Stalin. I am the age of science And penicillin. I am Walt Disney a......Read More

... Insecurity. Bled me dry. The seed. Root. Ghosts in my soul. Invasion. Laughter at speakeasies. Bubbles in the champagne. Surfaced, too quickly. Whether on my right, Or, left of you. ......Read More

... In a room that once commanded great respect, stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation. There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings and laughter rolling through the rows of seat......Read More

...These are post-revolutionary gay '20s, without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies, replaced with ListenHard to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair. Margaret Meade encourages invites urge......Read More

...i have a pear shaped mandolin depression era that has surely sinned in speakeasies in the '30's because my fingering has never been so beautifully dirty......Read More

...Roaring Twenties Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs, With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast; And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink, And a memory in-between t......Read More

...Above the roller-coaster rain clouds, there's a moment when the wing tip of the plane cuts seamlessly into serene blue as it banks over Chicago. It's a layover in the sunlit limbo of the hope isl......Read More

..."So what will you do without me?" he asks, I will become Jezzebel, like all the other forgotten women of romance movies, huddle in the back alley ways of notorious speakeas......Read More