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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Heaven Forbid

Heaven Forbid long poem

Well he’s my friend and I’d never Do anything to betray him but The things you say and do when We’re alone I get the feeling you’re Just using him to get to me… Well HEAVEN FORBID I’m wrong But

Questionnaire

Questionnaire long poem

Here is for you a questionnaire Are you sure you don’t like it there Do you have extra time in your life to spare Did someone give you a triple dog dare Are you addicted to the feeling of the

Night Terrors

Night Terrors prose poem

So many nightmares too many nights where I’ve woken gasping grabbing at something anything to tether me to reality to prove I’m no longer dreaming knowing I’ll soon have to fall asleep again slipping back into the grasp of rapists,

The Mystery Which Is Me

The Mystery Which Is Me short poem

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

Universal Signature

Universal Signature short poem

A frequency traveling, when parallel a vibration, oneness that awakens, Such a Miraculous sensation. As Colors of light we shun, a karma left undone. Waves rolling ashore, the hand at which is born. Crustacean of the night, one day take

Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea prose poem

A cascade of vibrant pink Flowing through thorny boughs Not just a vine, not just a bush But a perfect treat for the eyes Blossoming freely round the year As a real all-time pleasure Be it the scorching summer blaze

Dismas

Dismas short poem

My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled

I am my man’s forever

I am my mans forever short poem

He is the darling of my life, The sweetest, yet sometimes the sourest I still have the vibe of love in me The one which I had first The day I met you… I saw a brother in you My

One Hundred Moons

One Hundred Moons short poem

On the battle turfs of a vernacular hunger, the hikes were killing the uncertain values. Committing suicide was a regular feature. To pay off the debts of a flag. By using pesticides on unsuspecting guests of tomorrow. The clocks were

A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby

Puppy Love

Puppy Love short poem

I used to swoon, gush, internally combust every time i saw your face. At 15, I thought you were sculpted by the greek Gods, I thought each time your skin grazed upon mine, I felt electricity within. Exhilaration. At 20,

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Sculpture

Sculpture prose poem

Identity is a sculpture Sculpted by force Internally Externally By choice We are born blocks Our guardians make the first mark They share the chisel with others With society And the work in progress is put on display How it

The Ultimate Dream

The Ultimate Dream short poem

A dream… Always like a stained past An unknown future A brimming river which dominates And takes you wherever it wants Doubtful, Undecided and Dark Sometimes sweet.. sometimes bitter Sometimes cute.. sometimes harsh Incredible yet uncontrollable Fantastic yet unpredictable A

In Her Mind I Remain

In Her Mind I Remain short poem

Images about me- still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for. Every minute of her life she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my

Cold Winter, Warm Heart

Cold Winter, Warm Heart short poem

The north wind blows cold and dreary, Shrouding trees like snow-white bridal gowns. Streams once murmuring and gurgling, Now mute in deep ice till spring’s meltdown. The night sky shimmers in the steely glints of distant stars. Below an owl

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes short poem

Its all part of living, We all feel a little lost sometimes… Its hard to comprehend, What the mind confines… Just take a walk, Through the pines… Takes time to know, That which undermines… Don’t be afraid, Of the tangled

Goodbye My Love

Goodbye My Love short poem

Yesterday I was looking for you But you didn’t show I wanted to say sorry But you just said no So I tried to get you to understand And you said just go At that point I wanted to show

I Talk To Myself

I Talk To Myself short poem

When i get lost in the gyre of thoughts virulent will, helps me survive “I talk to myself ” The Art is my own. Often i skew towards ‘the abominable’ loath it without a halt and i become a fiend

Front Porch Singing

Front Porch Singing short poem

In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round To lift our voices in joyful sound. We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch And then the singing would commence without a hitch. We’d sing of Jesus and His love And

मंत्र (mantra)

मंत्र (mantra) prose poem

(Certain meanings of hindi language words: Mantra: Hymn, Prayer Brahmin: A priest Kalyug: In Hindu mythology as a time of evil, decadence, and untruth; here used metaphorically, comparing our time to that of Kalyug. Srishti: The Universe abhaas: Intuitive feeling,

The Reason

The Reason prose poem

When given a deep thought a certain realization hovered over my head. …truly everything happens for a reason, a reason that sometimes may be an unknown illusion, sometimes the things we curse and at times something that overwhelms us to

Sweetest Pain

Sweetest Pain short poem

I can be so much for you, what is it that’s keeping you away, knowing how far I would go, I would give my whole life up for you, I dont know why I love you so, knowing that you

On My Way To My Farmers’ Market

On My Way To My Farmers Market long poem

With a singing heart and basket in hand I skipped my way for my weekend store. Dreaming of cinnamony muffins and freshly baked loaves The smiling farmers selling all their veggie and fruity delights. I passed by the quaint and

Dreams

Dreams short poem

Dreams are the lofty, tall majestic mountains on which you can never climb, Dreams are the elusive mirages which always deceive you, Dreams are the seven colours of the rainbow which never colour you, Dreams are the silver glitterati of

The Power Within

The Power Within short poem

What is pain? What is strength? When you know it shall kill you but you struggle to endure it, When you are braving the pain, When you want better for yourself, When you have dreams and you are facing every

The Buried Secret

The Buried Secret short poem

A string of colours attached together What a captivating and lovely sight To those eyes who see them as blissful oceans rivers and seas But not to those eyes who know the truth As the truth is not always the

Duality

Duality short poem

Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

Ephemeral

Ephemeral short poem

Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing

Alligator Boot Cars

Alligator Boot Cars prose poem

I’m gonna run away Start a one man cult As the king turd Of an empire of shit Change direction With the wind Living forever In a dream Behind a million mirrors At the end Of the rainbows On the