Taproom Poems - Poems about Taproom

...Shipwrecks crowd the pub taproom a hot breath of defeat curdles the air. There's a coal fire; there are black tables, small and round just enough for two pint glasses. One cloth cap asks ano......Read the rest...

...I’m sitting at this keyboard pecking out a song, Thinking of the kind of love that always done me wrong. I let my mind drift back a ways, focus on those simpler days Of courtship for women and me......Read the rest...

...You are in your blue period - turquoise swimsuit, buoyant in azure. Behind your shoulder, Brighton West Pier, A snap taken at an amateurish angle, you’re diving sideways into the waves, the g......Read the rest...

...The taproom is a crush. You slide between heaving shoulders, squeeze between pockets of overheated laughter to a small room set aside, a place closeted in smoky isolation. Here the barmaid ......Read the rest...

...Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester trending toward vagueness exhibited by Addams family uncle Fester. Yours truly makes exception to his preference......Read the rest...

...My own world rocked, My heart so rattled,, My brain so shocked, My ego so embattled I left my wife, When her heart was exposed By her unfaithful ways, The end of my married days... Back t......Read the rest...