Tequila Poems - Poems about Tequila

Lit up like a Christmas tree Is papa after his festive drink He’s a funny one Can’t hold his tongue Dances and he sings Words that make no sense Long winded when he’s bent He gives a Ted Talk About how to stand tall And falls on his rear end Despite his huge blue pride He knew too drunk to drive In his sloppy stupor He calls...

Continue reading...

I may not be your cup of tea But I am your tenth shot of tequila. We are made to be together One way or another. Peacefully or completely unhinged: We fit together like two lost pieces Of a jigsaw puzzle. One way or another… I will be your tenth shot of tequila, Will you be mine? ...

Continue reading...

Say you're tired of it and be done with it Say hello again to the pretend I know what I am doing All I know is well I come say spacemen and other dimension guy I saw you I can swing on vines all day and I like bananas I've been the monkey gentleman Some freight-full moments of terror I know to...

Continue reading...

The Holy Bible is a Journal. On the desk, and it's definitely not made of Mahogany, it's lightly-stained Oak. The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred. Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini - will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed. It's one of the gadflies...

Continue reading...

She was a shot of tequila, Gulped by every tippler. She was a vase of carnations Set on a high table, For everyone to smell. She was a lodge napkin, To absorb their bodies' muck She was a cup of cappuccino, To calm their tactile desires. They contaminated her, And she is contaminating, The gullible satyriasis. Soon, hearses will be Moving around!...

Continue reading...

I love to go boozin' with Susan (My Spanish just adds to confusion) Trump's Vanity Wall Is helping us all Experience tequila fusion!...

Continue reading...

The nest you vowed to leave When you were a fledgling The annoying crows of the big bird You clicked your tongue at Are now turning into fond memories The nights of staying up until 6am After the everlasting drinking and dancing around the tables is done Sober now That you actually miss the Hangover headache hotels It was worth it Just gotta yolo You say...

Continue reading...

How do cats know what we need? It's so chilly this morning, here in oh so still, golden, wine country. I'm lying here snug on the couch. Santorini-blue quilt, iPad, coffee, writing poetry. Here comes my warm, calico coverlet! Jumping up on me. Ah, her gold eyes like a warm fireplace glow... Her master pieced painted body. The magical ebb and flow of...

Continue reading...

I am feeling sick today, I drank too much tequila and now my stomach is churning in a sickening way. I was supposed to go explore a cave but instead am writing this poem to say that I am also quite groggy but don't pay it much attention. Did I forget to mention the moscato?...

Continue reading...

"Scripted on Tequila" I used to love you! I cherished you! Thus you embraced me , you raised me, you shared me with the world. I was a gift just as much you were to us.... Lies , why's , cries.....for her it was dice! Diced pineapples....naked on the beach infront of MTV , you wanted to impress...

Continue reading...

***shhhhh.... You should be ashamed of yourself, rocking my world turning me into a young schoolgirl. -giggling and smiling with a secret on my mind, remembering the funny things you did the last time; -you called and had me talking in my sleep. Building memories to hold dear, and forever keep. Here I am at...

Continue reading...

tequila sunrise reflected in puddle calmness posted on April 11, 2019...

Continue reading...

The sun today rose like ...

Continue reading...

Of my 36 halves: The latter, spent accruing 2 subtracted former halves, is 9, if equal parts divided mint 2 quarters passed 1 – done (tequila math). Those under 18 have no place in this. I was 19 when I first learned to drink. Keystone my freshman year; soph’moric Schlitz. 2 Jager bombed thirsts forced a senior’s shrink. That 25 uncorked a...

Continue reading...

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor Tis the season for upchucking from every pore From singing off key To removing dungarees Picking up chickies with attributes galore...

Continue reading...