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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Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like

Ode To A Friendzone

Ode To A Friendzone ode

The storm has settled, the rush is dead. After everything that could have been, Flows pain, bloodred. Emptiness rises, The tree shakes no more, whirling tears, beaten down without a sore. The foundation burns, as the heart laid bare. What

Castles

Castles short poem

Towers float in the belly of the ocean tilting metronomic in the gentleness of a windless afternoon. No lights shine from the glassless windows and no bird settles ever on the glossy green roofs. The horizon never settles but exercises

Winter

Winter short poem

She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .

The Greatest Love

The Greatest Love short poem

They say love is blind, love is fake, they say it’s a thin line between love and hate, some love is real, some love we make, some love is weak, some love is great, is love a feeling or just

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

At The Cross Roads…

At The Cross Roads... short poem

At the cross-roads I stand I ask myself to answer my questions, My ever lingering past and my evanescent future, I stand at the cross roads looking at the beautiful sunset in anticipation of a beautiful sunrise. At the cross-roads

Human Nature

Human Nature short poem

We all speak of love and loss But do we really know the cost? Not appreciating their presence, Till they have reached heaven. We all speak of forgiveness and forgetting. But are we even trying? The act of claiming to

Dot

Dot sonnet poems

Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to

Charector

Charector short poem

Character inherent , determines ones nature Person with self respect never asks for favours person with greed always seek favours person with crooked nature steal favours contended will feel UN easy accepting favours Avaricious will not rest in peace without

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 1

Quick Heal – Our Friend Part 1 short poem

In the world of viruses criminatory Quick Heal is the best category Which I chose as my advisory And freely continued my story. Viruses made my PC dilatory; Looking into browsers defamatory, Inserting memory cards accusatory, Unsafe browsing was dormitory

Aries

Aries short poem

Fragrances of honeysuckle in the air and everywhere from a mountain top somewhere well he reigns as king having the fire inside… bold and courageous he is like thunder and lightning from the sky Supreme commander of the Cosmos and

Unlost Existence

Unlost Existence short poem

When an embryo was growing in a petri dish I said this is it my adieu for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial a skull in my lap after the abdication of ancient fear the

The Mirror In The Brook

The Mirror In The Brook long poem

On a lonely day, I stare at the shaking trees, And falling leaves. Deciduous leaves leave the boughs, And a stream flows and stirs about Like a lovely lough. A scene so beautiful, I looked and adored nature’s manoeuvre, What

Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what

Sweet Little Flower

Sweet Little Flower short poem

Oh sweet little flower Tell me what grieves your heart Did June send no shower That your small joys depart? Just nearby is a brook With waters crystal clear If you care, take a look Not a thing there to

The Fire

The Fire prose poem

Disassociate! If things and people don’t motivate you- disassociate! Tell yourself that you will open your eyes. The fire which is extinguishing, ignite it. The time if not today, will never come tomorrow. Tell yourself that you will light your

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson!

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson! long poem

Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once

Deception

Deception short poem

I started to write about Love Thought I’d found that special One It’s been a week since we first met Now I write about my heart bereft I knew from the start, this wasn’t meant to be So many reasons

Good-bye Alabama

Good bye Alabama short poem

Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is

Mute Longing

Mute Longing short poem

The earth’s shadow thrusts its fangs into the flesh of the moon, yet the moon remains silent, bleeding the heavy light over the waters. It wounds me; its muteness – I would like to hear it yelling as howls the

Jack And The Box

Jack And The Box long poem

Ladies and gents, You don’t know Jack. Hence I wax poetic To remedy that. Jack has a knack For following the pack. This fool dives in the pool To swim with the rules. He doesn’t judge it lame To remain

Broken Heart

Broken Heart ballad

I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my thoughts, my words, my love, I’ll give you me, I’ll give you all this so you will know I love you more then life can ever be. But if I do, then

Story

Story short poem

Our final moment draws near As we leave all behind Ending our story For a new beginning Each day spent Was a day wasted Until it comes down To the final sayings The last moment Before we end our journey