Beverage Poems

Beverage poems bring the best collection of short and long beverage poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great beverage rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these beverage poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on beverage are here for you.

Beverage

Beverage long poem

You could say that some people are a diverse beverage of preferences; some are mixed, some are stirred, and others are even shaken. Your dad’s anger reminds you of a mixed coke and rum, but his passion reminds you of

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Its Time For A Bruu

Its Time For A Bruu short poem

A shrub has matured, acidic earth at the base. Evergreen growing with sun on its face. A journey so long, plucked with craft. With finger and thumb, then lovingly packed. Chosen with vision, experience of structure. The leaf so revered,

Poems containing references to : Beverage

‘Quarter Past’ To ‘Quarter To’

Quarter Past To Quarter To long poem

I went for dinner; she came on a date… Waited for her until a quarter past eight… She walked in, looking like a million dollar, Anyone else would’ve known, but I’m no scholar… She ordered for some strawberry and wine,

Knowing

Knowing long poem

In some cases you think you know Every little secret info. Of all those you see everyday, Nothing’s there to keep you at bay. Well, then, you should know the person Whom all calls your better portion. All the world

Gothic Demonic Illusion

Gothic Demonic Illusion long poem

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell of a great story I’d like to tell to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell your body lies frozen in time Sublime the casket is

Xenophobia

Xenophobia short poem

Each city is a hyperbole there is no homogeneity, it is not the sum of its parts or a royal being surround by courtiers, rather a convention, a name and usually not the name it began with a viral negotiation

Positivity

Positivity short poem

Most difficult one to create around.. all you need is a little change.. No change in situation.. No change in fate.. each one has a softer side.. each one has a kid inside.. each one has a special smile.. Get

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Children On The Beach

Children On The Beach short poem

Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with

Crimson Warmth

Crimson Warmth short poem

Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley against the rapture of majestic mountains. Narrow pathway snakes up the range, gooseberry shrubs colour the sides of the stony trail that leaves me cold. Squinting against the dead sun chilly winds dampen

Whirl, Seek And Discover

Whirl, Seek And Discover short poem

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

Olive Branch

Olive Branch short poem

Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.

Undoing

Undoing short poem

A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in

Fishing For The Truth

Fishing For The Truth ballad

The man who sits in solitude So as not to judge and condemn others, gains humility, An attribute truly favoured by God. A man who sits in a gathering to quarrel, and cast Aspersions on the righteousness & sanctity of

Living Dead

Living Dead short poem

Neither am I someone’s visionary nor am I someone’s heart throb I am the one who is of no help to any but sure a huge burden to so many Neither am I worthy a person nor am I brainy

Life A Cycle

Life A Cycle short poem

Life has lots of phases, some awesome some tough days. It has a lesson in every stage,no matter how hard those. You will not get time to do those,which is pending since long days. New day ,new task ,new problems

A Drunken Sonnet

A Drunken Sonnet sonnet poems

When in my lowest stock of wine and praise, I just content myself with this cheap beer And wish in some hotel I with my raise, In yuletide, enjoying a good cheer; But most I get from work that I

Declaration of love

Declaration of love short poem

It’s no secret, The love you had for me. Go ahead admit it! I need to hear it, I’ll forget, But in this moment, I wish for you to say it. Had a couple of rough years, latest challenge, I’m

Nakedness

Nakedness short poem

Dying piece by piece in shock – a life without a mutiny. Walking amidst blue kraits you never raised the stick. Of extinct possibilities in the night of unmanned crossing- the blood streaked globe goes on revolving round the blazing

You are wind

You are wind short poem

I believed you were a tree, the way your hair flowed in some evenings. I believed you were a bird, the way your eyelids fluttered, when you looked at the sky. but now, I know better. you are no tree

God Is Good

God Is Good long poem

I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry, not a care, nothing to bear. Then along come spring, such a wonderful thing, didn’t have an idea of what it would bring. I

Blackwater

Blackwater short poem

A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.

Ladakh Divine I

Ladakh Divine I short poem

I could feel my soul flee To the purple – red – brown mountains Where my feelings flow like the waters of Indus Or is it the Shyok? Where shadows of dawn & dusk Move silently with the sun… Partially

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

Give Credit Where Credit Is Due short poem

Well have you ever wondered why they give Columbus the credit for finding North America when he never set a foot on the promised land, no it was the Vikings that came here first and we have proof after finding

Kites

Kites short poem

Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly But I got stuck to the wall Too many colors in me and I was meant to fly random colors like random thoughts Too many colors in me and

Waiting..

Waiting.. short poem

There is this emptiness That’s been looming since long… That everyone else’s effort To fill it, seems wrong…! But still hope screams – You’ve got to stay strong…!! As there is someone For whom you belong…! It’s just a matter

Dare Not Stare At Me

Dare Not Stare At Me short poem

Don’t you stare at me like that how can I look back at you on seeing your moist Eye reluctant to burst out I know it is terrible to lose someone so close to your heart but It is equally

A Beach Wish

A Beach Wish short poem

I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till

Unearth

Unearth short poem

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re galumphed seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. Remember a beggar and

I Am Your Student

I Am Your Student short poem

Attending your classes, completed a bit syllabus of this subject, Surprising test gives shock in every project Attracting your lecture, impressing of your confidence, Growing of love, console you to be dominance Director of this film, say to never fall,

Heart

Heart long poem

It beats a beat A wounded beat You’ve stolen it Without knowing it It cries out loud So very loud if only you would hear it out It craves your presence You’ve found another So it seeks another It wants

Pedalos and Pharaohs

Pedalos and Pharaohs short poem

Crescent moon winking behind cappuccino clouds Children dressed in designer hoody shrouds Virtual lives of imaginary friends Living in the empty space between conceptual bookends Checking in the mirror to see if its the real you Locked outside the cage

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask

Outside The Mind

Outside The Mind short poem

prisoner of retribution, he was buried under a salt lake, elusive, his crotch, not far from stings of wasps, the blood spills, he would wonder how to catch the truth in black river, wrapped in imperforated causes, leaking with curses,

Hope

Hope short poem

Hope Sometimes I’m hopeful Clouds begin to lighten up Sun starts to shine through Grey skies turn to blue I see a future A degree And a job I love. I see a marriage Some kids And even a farm

Different Shades

Different Shades short poem

Do you envision a creeping fear climbing the minaret to reach the moon? A debate has started between believers and non-believers. Why not he who lives in eternal emptiness climbs down and settles the dispute of hymns in the scortching

Wait For The Call

Wait For The Call short poem

Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Urania

Urania short poem

the horizon knows no bounds Urania ……… ……One Basic Truth….. The Suns ……The Moons…..The Stars …….The Sky …… Into their Eldest ………….…The Time ……..They Fly……. So Unfathomable ……..Beauty …………So Bounteous……..Powers ….. What Quantum of Energies ……These Celestial Cousins Possess ..

Sinful Lust

Sinful Lust short poem

The troublesome soul is locked away and out of control. The unforgiving lies drive you to a loose depressing pride. The weirdness of lust is being swept like dust. The spinning of the head is driving you crazy damn is

A Small Chance

A Small Chance short poem

Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white

Eyes Of Passion

Eyes Of Passion short poem

All defenses crumbled, all fears banished All reasons negated, all arguments destroyed Looking into your big passionate eyes Not random chance, but providence Crossing our ways time and again Leading me to your big passionate eyes Yield just once to