Bourbon Poems

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

New Orleans

New Orleans short poem

Well I’m a heading back to NEW ORLEANS Tonight, gotta get out of this one horse town And back to Bourbon street where the night Life is hot to trot in the big city lights and the Music keeps you

Poems containing references to : Bourbon

The Poet

The Poet short poem

The poet is that kind old man You met while on the train The poet is that little kid Who’s eating grass again. The poet is the waiter At that coffee shop you like. The poet is that triathlete, Riding

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Of Moments…

Of Moments... short poem

They breezed past as air of life, Never ever to return I didn’t realise! ‘Moments’ that shaped my today, Experiences that enriched my way A fleeting childhood with siblings, A sidelong path to discover things, A raucous time trying to

Angel’s tears on my pillow

Angels tears on my pillow short poem

The world’s a bit colder, The nights are silent The storms that are brewing They seem just like me, Violent. I killed another soul, It bled to death at my feet. I didn’t do much but, my sword, I did

I’ll Let Go

Ill Let Go short poem

Sometimes it is hard to let go, each day goes by and you hope that this is the day when things will get easier to say “I will let go today”. Have you had a dream that you wish you

Soul’s Quest

Souls Quest short poem

Soul, What is happiness? The feel we get when we defeat someone? Or the one which we get when we know that we have won someone? Is it the winning of an argument? And the losing of a friend? Or

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Your Story

Your Story long poem

He was the boy next door, Who used to look at you everyday, You didn’t know anything about his feelings, But fell for him each day…! One day you went on to pour out your words, and talked to him

Poetry And Poet

Poetry And Poet prose poem

Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love long poem

I used to wait by the curb Listening from that familiar thrum At a distance a soft purr at best The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo Each time you came to a halt near me The engine still

Change

Change short poem

I once heard someone say, If you don’t change you do not grow, But I waved the thought away, For who were they to think they know, I’d always stayed the same, A heart that thrived within the cold, And

The Field

The Field prose poem

Anticipating my imminent release, drenched in spoiled love, stifling sweetness encompasses my heart and swallows my body whole. my rapidly racing fingers reach for your soul in the depths of my sex. the air forces its way outside of my

The Lost

The Lost short poem

The sighs of loneliness Did you hear not A life without wine and women Is bored Iaid the bar keeper with A sly grin, A star winked at my window Seeing my emptiness I sighed for the nostalgia I wonder

State Of Matter

State Of Matter short poem

A state of matter Observable in everyday life One of four, each distinct Solid state one Stoic and strong denying the pain Resolute against sorrow Tears form liquid Matter state two shed as the pain crashes like waves over the

Mind’s Mood

Minds Mood short poem

When the storm strikes, when the cold bites, when thirst is unquenched, when survival is at stake. deep in the world of loneliness, far away from love & happiness The mind a wild nomad, wandering here, there & everywhere. No

I Never Fell In Love With You

I Never Fell In Love With You prose poem

I never fell in love with you Not even the first time I asked if you wanted to see a movie And you looked up at me with that smile and said, “Are you asking me on a date?” And

Deeep Down The Sea

Deeep Down The Sea short poem

Deep down the sea In the dense forest Where I live alone The birds do not chirp The songs are not sung The tears do not flow The silence prevails everywhere The death makes its sound I still try to

Love is a Game

Love is a Game short poem

Walking there on those roads, you were coming with someone else… Its funny how life unfolds, even the best of the efforts fail…! How quickly you moved on, while I still am where I was before… All by myself, alone,

The Mist Of Love

The Mist Of Love short poem

‘The mist of love That flows in the air Is felt in the heart That truly cares And though only A fleeting chance Still it was a great And fine romance Our love was fragile Like the wind that blows

Confrontation

Confrontation short poem

It erupts and then sublimates in thirst of response from the faraway wholeness of truth. Will not be the same again this life in motion of reverse malignity. Lifting the passage from script to justify the suicidal chair of kingdom.

Epilogue

Epilogue short poem

You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything

My View

My View long poem

There is nothing new But still I have a view Wall clock strikes midnight And a day ends with no regret No one waits but it goes On and on leaving you to dust Hold on to yourself from withering

In Memoriam

In Memoriam short poem

In memory of my Grand Mom who died over 30 years ago. Seeing you lying there In your eternal sleep; Lots of water has flown through since I was a child five year old Playing around the home Not knowing

The Times They Are A Changing.

The Times They Are A Changing. prose poem

The Twenty First Century will be like no other. For millennia the human race experienced glacial progress forward. Generation after generation pretty much the same. Then slowly at first things began to change. The Bronze Age, the Iron Age, jump

Story Of A Poem

Story Of A Poem short poem

Old man loved poems was no secret, that he used to tell everyone in pomp; was what I didn’t know. He was all rhyme and rhythm, a whisper now and a bellow’s hiss, all in one and all too soon.

Atmosphere

Atmosphere short poem

I gotta keep going , even if I can’t stay on that one road I will go on and on So even if I am wrong I have people around me that push me back there On my way to

Justice

Justice long poem

Justice – Injustice, white and black, One is a blessing, the other is fake. Injustice is a deadly snake, Justice is like a beautiful lake. Justice nourishes the roots of society, Injustice lives in an immediate priority. Justice is the

A Prayer Against Rape

A Prayer Against Rape short poem

God, how long will you tolerate this world? The man is turning out to be an Ape. Falling prey to his lustful desires & utter selfishness, Everyday some girl is becoming victim of rape. How a man can go to

The Indian Sign

The Indian Sign prose poem

The town is known as Williamsville; It’s just a tiny hamlet, with one small green, on one small street with only seven houses; but long ago was home to Indians, their children, and their spouses. In honor of this peaceful

Exile

Exile long poem

Those verities of secular graft consent to travel, to banish. Snow departs to light; to adorn with pristine bloom the trees rapt and oozing dramatic spoils for the provident birds, with yawning sloughs and water-snakes churning the dead in hotbeds,

The Agreement

The Agreement long poem

We didn’t do this! Believe me, please! We warned them instead. They didn’t know our tongue. We tried to stop them verily. But still they went on. The place is not good. We don’t even think of going! This is

Twinkle In A Wrinkle

Twinkle In A Wrinkle short poem

As age catches on, Wrinkles appear, Beauty fades, But eyes still twinkle. Soul lights up, The most crinkled one, With an intense eye, Deeper than most. A chain of memories, Of all seasons, Brighten up the days, In the sunset

Terminal Liver Cancer

Terminal Liver Cancer elegy

It is not on you, dear poet, but on your Nation, and its rulers, spread all over Their body, mind and soul; irreparable, Their cancerous thoughts and deeds; ‘The red salute’, they offer to all, a mean, Cheap and cruel

Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

I am one of many, Born different and yet the same My blood is red And my bones can break But to some I’m just a number A name Labeled by doctors In their eyes I’m not the same I

Little Minds

Little Minds short poem

Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,

Like Gold

Like Gold short poem

The man of her life treats her like gold, So she cries Because she knows Her secrets would break him inside And would crush his soul, So to protect him she lies As her secrets are something that she holds

Lilacs, For You Mom

Lilacs, For You Mom short poem

The smell of lilacs in the air Reminds me of you, mom And the way you took my palm And said you would never leave me…. Then on that frightful morning so many years ago When you were taken from

Mystery Of Life

Mystery Of Life short poem

One’s Life is a book with its pages bound in random Contents of it is like a potboil thriller packed with tears and fears, agony and ,Ecstasy disappointments and exuberance losing and winning hating and liking Life is a beauty

Freedom

Freedom short poem

The door closes behind me with a snap. My footsteps echo strangely on the street’s pavement. I feel the urge to go back. A pale sun is struggling hard to escape the cloud’s clutches. The smell of incense covers the

Lakelands Manor

Lakelands Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by