Liquor Poems

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

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

Poems containing references to : Liquor

Ditched Love

Ditched Love long poem

She was madly in Love with me so was I in Love with her We were couple made for each other A whirl wind of gossip swept away our bonded love A simple misunderstanding wreck havoc in our life She

Mirrors

Mirrors ode

Confined to these walls guardians surrounding my transparent figure created to serve you I am the eye that is not part of you you come to me blind, uncertain, unknowledgeable seeking to know beauty, ugly but my sight surpasses that

Panacea

Panacea long poem

To render oil from a snake you first must find a snake buying one from a store is no good to have one place in your hands is no good these frauds illegitimize the oil it can be tasted and

Dolores King

Dolores King short poem

I weave in and out of people’s lives like a ghost or a thief in the middle of the night, so, I take quietly to the mind, and the matters of the wind in my room, in abstractions, where the

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Spill/tsunami

Spill/tsunami short poem

What is made when lightning strikes? Is sand turned to glass like a heart kissed by love, for the first time. pure, clear, refracting rainbows in the corner right above your bed caught for a split second in the summer

The Business Of Love

The Business Of Love long poem

I was your fool motley of a business suit tie and mirror shined shoes drinking clear liquor from a flask just to get through a day without seeing you I lived out of my closet all my things you’d touched

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

One Night’s Love

One Nights Love short poem

Lips like crystals sharp and pure words like liquor nauseous Eyes like portals suck you in into a world too beautiful breathing out all of the smoke into my mouth like we are one breathing in the smell you are

Festivals

Festivals short poem

Festivals come and Go The Rich celebrate with gusto The middle class try to appease God and they celebrate too The poor and down trodden left wondering what is it all about When your kitty and tummy is filled you

The Narcissistic Mother

The Narcissistic Mother long poem

Mother always called me the devil child She said I was loud, destructive and wild Parents told sister I was bad and she didn’t ever have to play with me Much time alone was no fun, however for friends I

Fruit Of The Vine

Fruit Of The Vine short poem

I’m not old. I’m fermented. I’m human liquor. I’m the human fruity When it’s been sitting around for a long time Decomposing Molecules changing structure Fine spirit Body and taste Of the upmost quality A premium blend Well aged My

Sin Sorry Sunday

Sin Sorry Sunday prose poem

It’s now sin sorry Sunday, you don’t look so swell, look in the mirror, look like hell, start thinking, I’m sick of living this way, I’m steadily getting older each and every day. I go out looking for a good

The Hustler

The Hustler short poem

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was

Shine On

Shine On long poem

I know it’s hard, I know it’s rough. To put the bottle down and say that’s enough.Just one more sip, it’s all I need. Feeling like shit, it’s hard to breathe. Violently shaking, I start feeling sick. Body silently aching.

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Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Welcome to Hell

Welcome to Hell short poem

Welcome, welcome I’ve waited for you. Now pray tell, what did you do? Walk passed the hungry, ignoring you knew? Or was it more sinister thought through and well planned? I see you have blood smeared on your hands. You

Virtual Love Birds

Virtual Love Birds long poem

In the midst of hazy cloudy and misty morning she appeared like an angel looking at me and smiling.. For a moment It struck to me like an Lightening and my heart started beating the romantic tuning and was feeling

The Last Rhyme

The Last Rhyme long poem

An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite

Gray And Blue

Gray And Blue short poem

Since she walked away I haven’t known what to do, With all of my colors that have turned gray I’ve been left to only feel this color of blue, As there’s not a shade in this world that could ever

You sing to the Gods

You sing to the Gods ode long poem

An ode to Bhimsen Joshi You sing to the earth, it’s minerals, it’s metals, it’s pure stones. You sing to the earth, it’s sand, the yellow sand, the red sand, it’s rivers of sorrow, the waves, the waves that no

Purply, A Letter

Purply, A Letter short poem

I’m gonna hit the jackpot They’ll have stars in their eyes I’m the Kahuna bigly The father well The winner justly And I’m right on the edge Snakely eyes in the back of my head Rolling highly I’ll be home

Freedom

Freedom long poem

We live in the land of the free. Freedom that is hard to see. Everyday another one of our rights is taken away. Seeing this with eyes wide open sends me to my knees to pray. People that are supposed

Fancy Fine

Fancy Fine short poem

The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music

Aliza & Momin

Aliza & Momin short poem

I greet admirers of Chocolate on 13 September International Chocolate day with the following poem; Momin & Aliza Momin is the name of my niece’s son Two years of age with frolic and fun Aliza is the daughter of my

Old Age

Old Age short poem

Wishing a long life for some one dear, may be gesture oozing deep from ones heart The long life may be a boon if the person is hale and healthy If the person is sick and tardy his life is

Midnight Thoughts

Midnight Thoughts short poem

Melancholic – she be described He says, turn the curve my child Dances she, feet on thorn Refashion thy scorn Darkness, she, into the wild Beloved, behold – nature beguiled Cries she – eyes dry Withhold, let me sigh Not

Tramp Of Laughter

Tramp Of Laughter short poem

Behind a moving lens, though all in black and white, He became the best at laughter with all of his might. With a flimsy cane at hand and the heart of a champ He wondered the streets like an innocent

Has Someone Ever…

Has Someone Ever… short poem

Has someone made you smile? Ever so quietly That your heart sang a song Deafeningly …. Carelessly Has someone touched your heart? Ever so gently That joy wet your eyes Emotionally … Selflessly Has someone lead you on, Ever so

…Heal My Wings Once Again

...Heal My Wings Once Again prose poem

…. Heal These Broken Wings Perhaps I was addicted to the lighter side, Smothered in darkness put whippings on my backside Somehow as an adult my heart became alive, It used to be asleep blind & only smiles I don’t

Rosas Negras

Rosas Negras short poem

Measure the fathom when my ocean is calm, And pain shall be mortal, resting on your palm I promised you a dawn where no mourn shall break Sleep within my core as no pain shall wake The rain showed how

Pain

Pain short poem

Pain tears my soul apart Tears roll out from eyes and depart Feelings shrink in heart Oh! Pain you have left me apart.. Grief burdens my mind Makes me wither and stressed out I look for happiness here and there

A Father

A Father short poem

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

We May Decide

We May Decide short poem

We May Decide My sweetheart come over to me in exile To meet face to face and know each other In the process we may decide for a while To be heart to heart and to avoid the altar On

Unbelieving

Unbelieving short poem

Today gives me an ethernal hurting of the raging night, my moon had crashed on the wings of flamingoes While saying farewell to crying winds of the creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy shores of silence, another watchman of

Of Burning

Of Burning short poem

From here to you a legacy of dust was deepening. I was reading a lot between the dots. You will get another master I will get another pain. In the maze of tunnels a fear of fall snips. A window

Silence….

Silence.... long poem

If you’ve listened close to silence, I’m sure that you’ve heard, The gentle constant ringing, In the space between two words. When you really pay attention, You find it’s not just in your head, But instead in the whispers of

Thoughts Unheard

Thoughts Unheard short poem

My thoughts of which I let known Were nothing to me all left alone Some slipt away while others pondered In which mostly all were left squandered Or maybe it’s just a hobby of mine To throw a few words

That Smile

That Smile short poem

That smile… ooh, that smile. It has its own style… taming the wild. Bringing out the child within an old soul. That smile has its own glow … an independent show. Among the undeserving … that smile just keeps on