Champagne Poems

Champagne poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of champagne poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on champagne are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Strawberries, Champagne And You

Strawberries, Champagne And You short poem

Picnic in a secluded meadow Strawberries and Champagne On our lips as them sweet Kisses follow we can’t help But to give into our passion On a blanket as soft as Summer clouds… What a perfect day for kindred Hearts

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Toxic Love

Toxic Love short poem

Champagne bubbles , Glasses tingles I hear cheers of joyful mingles, Toasting to they who lives for gingle . Dance with me under the moon light, Fall on my lips your crystal drizzles , molten in your arms as I’m

Poems containing references to : Champagne

American Dreams

American Dreams long poem

Roaring engines blow sand from the shoulder of a broken mirror, They scream into the night. Candy coats capture passing glances, The shine dances with a golden streetlight, Casting gilded dust over newly discovered worlds, Toledo and Boston, Chicago and

Birthdays

Birthdays short poem

I’ll bake tonight a rounded cake to celebrate the wish I make I’ll light my candles with the Moon and let them glow in nightly gloom. I wish myself a better year, to feel and see what I can’t hear,

What Makes You Truly Happy?

What Makes You Truly Happy? long poem

What makes you really happy? Happiness is so subjective to what is in our hearts That some say it is going to see the Great Canyons or a necklace made of pearls Yet to others it is driving a Lamborghini

Trance

Trance short poem

I am a page 3 wife Of four walls and malls am I Of gyms and diets Of spas and sunscreen Of color on my tips and toes Of blusher on my cheeks Of the smudge free kohl Of bags

The Joy Of Christmas

The Joy Of Christmas short poem

Oh what a pleasant day to behold: A glorious evening in December, a day we are sure to remember the nostalgic happy days of old. Oh what beautiful moments unfold: The gladdened carol voices raised, Santa’s delights, candle lights of

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

Through The Window

Through The Window short poem

Through the window, I see the bare trees. I hold hands of family members—not my Family—of which they are unaware. Truly. Sadly. We celebrate with champagne And shrimp cocktail. Their warm welcome Chills my bones. With each sip Of champagne,

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Down The Mountain

Down The Mountain short poem

I’m coasting down the mountain, I drank my way to the peak, now I’m on the descent, Freezing on the outside while burning up within, I’m attempting to take back my personal consent, This rope made up of hope has

The War Within

The War Within ballad

A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand They are sons and

The Plea Of Conscience

The Plea Of Conscience prose poem

Dear You, It’s been a long time since we spoke, I’m tallying the days since you’ve gone, Leaving me alone in this one-windowed skyscraper. The pages are blank. The ink has dried. So here I am, thinking out loud, Hoping

Dark Cloud

Dark Cloud prose poem

Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain

An Ode To My Son

An Ode To My Son ode

You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With

A Great Poetess

A Great Poetess long poem

Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound, Her messages of ethics, Her sense of civics, A true loving heart, In the battle with thwart! Always wins the wars, She’s Venus in

Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love short poem

There’s voids of emptiness bridging you and me, Unknown to you, you are already known to me. You and me, like the two loops of the same knot, Baits of our own fate, one day we are destined to get

Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

She gathers her flying hair into a rocky braid, her eyes blow away into fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Baggage

Baggage short poem

Bag number 1 wasn’t mine to choose, It’s a gift I was given at birth, To win I was going to have to lose, I didn’t know what this life would unearth. Bag number 2 was another gift, Kindness it

Where We Live

Where We Live long poem

Some people like to say what’s wrong with this person or that person And of course, we’re all such easy pickings . . . Perhaps existence is, in some way, divided into what’s wrong, right, and unimportant between good, bad

Sonnet 4

Sonnet 4 sonnet poems

The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth, Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour, Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth. Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden, Back i’th’ longest

Pursuit Of Love

Pursuit Of Love long poem

Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,

Nature Calling

Nature Calling short poem

Vivid and varied hues of nature, Innumerable shades of nature our eyes capture. Shades of green beyond our imagination, Unimaginable varieties leaving no explanation. Mesmerising sights, delightful moments, During spring, a grand show nature presents. Shrubs, vines, creepers and trees

The Ginger Bread

The Ginger Bread long poem

Cold morning, eleven it was before the Christmas Eve, I picked my bag and wallet, To buy some Christmas gifts, Checklist, bucket list, lists in hand I had, Smile in heart that reflected in my eyes. Warm I was feeling

Impediment

Impediment short poem

Build up to such situation near impossible to defuse Most convictions of earlier sense uncertain now infuse Defying palpable rationale to point radically extreme Sane logic where rescinds past any credible scheme It hits akin a thunderbolt hard shot out

Vanished

Vanished short poem

a sophistication is in the air as heros meet to greet can’t even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought she walked alone on the side of the street searching for a direction to

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

My Help And Shield

My Help And Shield short poem

Doing well in the Land that I love, I give thanks to the God up above. If not for him, I won’t be. He comforts and steadies me. If not I’d fall apart, uncertain and drowning from provocation. I had

Pale Liberty

Pale Liberty short poem

Pale liberty, never thou art within people’s reach, Born and brought up in palaces old Under careful cradles of rulers bold Whom we often called bald despots. Thy brazen presence in statues gold Where static freedom hides in feared cold,

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy ode

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

O Love

O Love short poem

O love, reveal your true state, Thou who reigns on human souls, Lording all passions of sublime mold, Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate. Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless To overcome the breathing necessities, manoeuvring souls twin in flesh

Abandon

Abandon short poem

rapture by the daily musical affairs of life in strides of flashes and bittersweet escapades with females that left in trials of bruises and bashes of the ego and the mind. I’m trying to capture the brilliance that is the

Job And The German Mystic…

Job And The German Mystic... short poem

Four on the fold; Turned within: Coil and Pyramid An eye for an eye makes No world deaf No love held No life had Not a moment here Or a road in sight […] Once upon a time, when you,

Kissing Gods

Kissing Gods short poem

When we slept through our naked loops, there was a silent call. Moon was out walking on the street peeping through the glass window, the crossed legs. Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you know the impropriety of leaves,

Perfection

Perfection short poem

Ashes: I was gathering blue light from your lynx-eyed vessel of death. Against terror blind-folded, shot in the head on road. Earth was your bed and a shimmering moon your pillow. It was apathy of gates of heaven. The mist

Thousand Wounds

Thousand Wounds prose poem

Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in

Wilderness Flying Regiment

Wilderness Flying Regiment short poem

A team of nine magnificent Canada geese fling in a “V” formation; over a serene alpine pond, skirted with a host of budding alpine wildflowers, amongst fresh spring vegetation. The Canada geese are flying low over this tranquil setting, their

Go Wild

Go Wild long poem

A Naked soul once thought how it would be to be wild? To be dressed by the ambitions and fantasies all colorful , it couldn’t wait to shine. Listen to your soul when it calls for your attention, listen to

Regenerating

Regenerating short poem

The trembling hands were ostrasized for living more than the mafia. Why the marigold will not use the magical potent to understand the conceit? Wounded by street an unease settles on devestated trees. How the broken moon will rise now?

Singapore Poet

Singapore Poet short poem

The poet in cornucopian Singapore Is an ergonomic misadventure; He’s little less and little more The definitive backbencher; He cannot sit easy At his table or in his chair Without wondering where He fits in the economy! Poet! When asked

The Salt Tree

The Salt Tree prose poem

In the road to the South, which hasn’t ended yet, from the yet not finished North, at the ball’s surface which had lost its center and produced sacred shrines fighting each other all along the road, there, that white tree