Wine Poems | Examples of Wine Poetry

Laughter and love Light hearted yet serious A touch and a smile Oops a little wine spilled A rush and an experience Here, take a bite The music all around us And yet we're alone Laughter and love Lighthearted yet serious We walk hand in hand A story untold I'll love you forever And ever and ever Time stands still for us and Oops a little wine spilled ...

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Painting with words The ash in the wood burner is still warm white and esoteric an unborn dream a sin to shovel into a sink bucket when it looks holy and ought to be strewn upon the tranquil sea with the first drop of rain the ash in the bucket a dust cloud disperse like souls in the forest but,...

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The true dawn of dreams that lingers like twilight’s kiss. Luxury’s revels draped in a regal cloak’s hush. Crowned with velvet robes of night’s elegant embrace, with a mind and soul brushed in amethyst’s true grace. A whispered silence that softens nature’s mystique— the sweet wine of life savored at twilight’s last glow. A solitude hymn composed for an empress’s smile, like a meadow’s grin filling an ocean’s wide sigh....

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grape juice from the vine nectar of the gods so fine . . . make chardonnay wine ...

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kiwi taste so fine sweet and juicy off the vine . . . to make superb wine ...

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When I think of food and drink, it's no surprise the question does arise, with booze some choose to let it breathe and defer their bottle of wine, I prefer to savour the flavour and give mouth to mouth to mine. (Que Syrah, Syrah!) Some say, “The glass is half full,” with accent on the positive, some see the glass half empty, and focus on the...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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ALWAYS MEANT TO BE PANDA MAZEE STO GRAFIO MOU THOULEVA, I was busy working TO TELEFONO HITPISE, When the telephone began ringing KAPOS EEXERA ESOONA ESEE, The presence of you was strong, KE AKOUSA TI THEE KYASOU FONEE, I wasn’t wrong, HRONIA THEN MEELEESAME, For years we have been apart TIN AGAPI MAS KRYPSAME, Hiding our love which was There from the start EE KARTHYA MOU HTIPOUSE, My...

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do I offend you with my truth sorry no apologies will be giving this is my truth that I'm living spoken this way since my youth the cork was slightly wedged speaking with my proud voice selective words of my choice no circle have I ever pledged they say wine needs to age my truth have a bitter taste reformulated without haste process caused a bit...

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I shan’t think a landing is sound That leaves both a ditch and a mound. A plane should align, Like steak with good wine, To kiss, not to crush, with the ground. ...

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Callimachus English translations For Gail White To the Cup-Bearer by Callimachus translation by Michael R. Burch Decant the wine then toast "To Diokles!" Nor does the beautiful boy Achelous touch his hallowed ladlefuls. So beautiful the boy, Achelous, passing beautiful, and if any disagree, let me alone comprehend real beauty. Pitiless ship, having borne away my life’s sole light, I beseech you...

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The Song of Magpies by Lady Ho translation by Michael R. Burch The magpies nest on the Southern hill. You set your nets on the Northern hill. The magpies escape, soar free. What good are your nets? When magpies fly free, in pairs, why should they envy phoenixes? Although I’m a lowly woman, why should I envy the Duke of Sung? A Song of White Hair by...

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My friends, it is a dismal thing At such an hour to pound and ring! Let others shiver if they must, I shall not greet a sky of rust! Let first the air be half so warm As in this covered nest I form. And then, perhaps, if need of it, I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit. Forever slept, thou fiendish, foul-formed...

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Cataclysm, disaster! Calamity, come! Fate of mankind, I, master! Doom and Death, thy drum... Gore upon the altar? Somebody needs to go. Nerves within, do not falter! Cease, heartbeat, post slow. Tunnel subterranean? What in there was planned? Hell and Heaven, sane again? Orders countermand! Yellow skies in harpsichord? Fall not on thy sword! Every matador not gored! That's who holds the fjord! Volcano, thy lava red; What feeds on the dead? Questions...

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Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm still the same berry, same fruit, slightly fragmented, a little indented, not demented. You got a sample of me when I was at my prime, taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our...

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