Wine Poems | Examples of Wine Poetry

A Feeling of Fear

The air is dry, and each breath is a struggle.
My feet feel heavy and shackled,
Like a bird in a cage, I feel trapped, 
Unsure of what’s happening, I'm frightened.

My heart beats like a drum.
fast and hard,
In this storm, I am searching for a 
ray of light.
While inside of me, a monster is consuming my soul.
A

A TENDER VERSE

To you I write
This tender verse
My dearest
Lover at first glance.

I was no believer
In love struck on sight
Calling it mere heat
Not heart. But you changed that.

Words may fade
Ink may dry
Even the sky may lose its blue
But with you, I feel whole.

So I write
With ink steeped in longing
Softly asking
For your hand, if you're willing.

Tricube -I Entreat

"Special times, that lovers know, a feeling starts and then it grows, Falling in love again, in a wonderfull world of our own." Lyric quote by Ted Mulry.

Wine touched lips.
Gentle sips.
Felt her hips.

Pressed to mine.
Felt so fine.
Sensed a sign.

I entreat,
Our breaths meet.
Love so sweet.

Water Into Wine - Ink into Rhyme

Writers write
everyone else
— just talks

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)

Scars and Wine

i showed you my scars
and you licked them as if they were a wine
healed my deepest wounds
just to make space for new ones

i showed you my scars
and in desperate times became my beacon
killed my ghosts chasing me at midnight
just to become one in my life

Ode to Tapuy

Come! Bring forth the jar that for months had stood
Patiently undisturbed in the shadow!
Lift its lid, remove the leaves that serve as hood
And help age the wine that’s about to flow.
Catch a whiff of its sweet smell long detained
That now perfumes the air around us here.
Take some of the liquid with a bowl unstained
And--wait! Before

Ice In Wine

Love is like two parallel lines,
That doesn't meet both ends
To think if it's happiness is nil.
It's like ice that mix with wine
It doesn't melt right away then,
But when you hold the glass
Shake it slowly with the heart,
The warmth of your hand show
Slowly melt ice with the wine
That's where you taste layers,
In your mouth suave beautiful

When We Lived

What’s the reason of this plot
Why I can’t recall
Can’t receive a single prompt
Letters on the wall
Could have told me what to do
If I should have done
Of if not, than I’d ask you
In the evening sun
And you turn to me with your
Reassuring smile 
Standing at the kitchen door
With a glass of wine
There’s no better answer, love
To

I am a jew

Jews are aliens
we return to  mother ship
relax wine and feast

Vineyard of Love

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Reasons why

I haven't written anything today:
The fridge needed defrosting
Bottle of wine 'not going to drink itself'
Need to charge phone (minor)

TiVo 75% full, must spend time
watching/deleting programmes
Note to self: define TiVo for future generations

Plus, you'll obviously remember all
the amazing slash mundane ideas you had today and
write them up later on some loosely
defined (series of) date(s)

And, it's Friday
You'll

Depression recycled

Empty work resists an empty home
Too much to bear without clinking bottles 
Swaying in a plastic bag like seasick genies
Empty life finding harbor in emptiness
Even if it’s something to feel guilty again
It’s like welcoming Legions for guests
Something to keep depression company
Keep them occupied, let them kill the hours
The hours are Prometheus dripping red
Why does my

When In Rome

No pease porridge for me if you please
neither hot nor cold
especially not if what's in the pot
is nine days old
for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa
(no pottage slop)
I'm predisposed and have the propensity
to pour a potent potable
(pink plonk)
and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza
with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini
porcini plus a peck of pecorino

As He Poured The Wine

You are such a tool  go back to school 
they yelled at him without hindsight 
You got nothing between your ears  
pack it up Joe, walk only by night 

He took his thermos and left for Rome 
feeling like a dumbass, quite stupid
When he got there, two arms alone 
greeted him,  

Samuel Johnson, Happiness and Wine

As happiness now, Johnson thunk,
Requires that a fellow be drunk,
Pursuing the happy,
A literate chappy, 
So happy became that he stunk.

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