Miraquill
Prayer for my broken brother
I listen to your sad stories
I know your intentions were true
I know your love was pure
Behind those advise
I pray for your well being
I hear you weeping
I see you hurt
I sense your pain
Behind those advise
My heart bleeds to see you hurt
The smell of whiskey on your neck
The stains on your pants
Lying unconscious on paddy stubbles
On a cold Christmas night
Just to feel and see her from afar
I wish love was kinder
©onpu_writes
#whiskey
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sometimes happiness is whiskey and Women.
my father has a clear voice,
i could describe it with the certainty most fools possess.
whenever he whistles our hair follicles erect in unison, beaming with newness as the sounds sip through their cracks.
my father prefers the company of whiskey and friends, women and praise.
whenever sits in their midst his cheeks look powdered and pink, he's happy.
he's never alone
unless he's home.
©blackwench6 2 1
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rodriquezantonio
40w
"My Whiskey"
For years, you were my whiskey.
Smooth.
The only thing I'd drink to.
Intoxicating.
Existing only to breathe you in.
I wouldn't trade the taste of you, for anything.
Soothing.
You made me feel things.
Then, something went missing...
The bottle ran empty.
I began to sober up, see things clearly.
You made me feel things.
Then, didn't return the feeling.
You were my whiskey.
A taste that I'll miss more than anything.
So smooth, you almost cost me.
So, I'm giving you up to try better things.
But I'll never forget the taste, of my whiskey"
©rodriquezantonio4 1
periapt
41w
Imperfect.
Someday all that will remain
In the conception of our grand plans,
Is an infinitesimal pause
Birthed by our fractional frailties.
A laughable conundrum is this situation,
Where a frail sense of us hangs by a thread.
And we gaze at the sun sinking on our misconceptions,
Drowning our ironies in whiskey.
This is us. Resplendently imperfect.30 5 7
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yourstrulyprince
44w
Whiskey
My heart is like an oldest bourbon whiskey;
Bid good times & find undying taste of love.
©yourstrulyprince8 1
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your_times
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WHISKEY
empty bottle of Aberlour
rolling on the floor
poems debating,
Who owns me?
3 more hours to wake
meanwhile,
my demons looked presentable.
©sarcasticbong36 11 8
- sarcasticbong @my_tiny_chapter
- sarcasticbong @fromwitchpen
- prachii_ That's quite sharp!
- bouncy Ahhh! Demons own you
akshay_vasu
48w
Read MoreThe fire inside his heart
#akshayvasu #he #heartbreak #memories #whiskey #rainHe sat beside the window in the dark with his eyes closed and hearing the sound of the rain. The whiskey in his glass burnt his throat, while the smoke of his cigarette filled his lungs, and the fire inside his heart consumed his soul slowly.
- Akshay Vasu10 0 1
Spirit moods
Whiskey when your sad.
Brandy when your glad.
Jin when with your lads.
Beer for the shit you've had.,
But just one drink for every night
This commoners, only delight.
After one whole day of struggle and fight.
An arrack will always make you light.
©sanka_9 0
Dear whiskey
My dear whiskey,
You are too risky.
I'm bit bold,
To have you in the cold.
I don't have you often,
Because you make my morning harden.
©unnatural12 0
Whiskey
I was
the water
when she needed
the whiskey.
©manjunath_s_murthy12 0 1
You send me a picture of a full whiskey glass. I send you a picture of an empty bottle.
©poetrynz7 0
vikkoo
60w
I stopped my whiskey on ice years ago
And I no longer smoke any joints
Do people think I'm less cool now I don't know
But being cool was never really the point
I do things simply to have a try
Cause I just wanna live before I die...8 0
veeru_shete
61w
Smiling with the hollows, chuckling with tears
With a tickle to the brain, hyped wisdom surfaced, learnt a lesson too precious,
"Never postpone joy "
©veeru_shete7 0
Whiskey
Stealing reality in favour of fantasy.11 0
shubham_20
69w
Sir,ek whiskey dena
Konsi flavour chocolate, vanilla ya almond
©shubham_203 0
shubham_20
70w
©shubham_20
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thawarriorpoet
77w
The room is dark
and the world is quiet,
But his thoughts
and memories
are luminous and loud...
As are the demons
looming there, in the shadows...
and the ice in the
whiskey glass
diluting his salvation.
©Tha Warrior-Poet16 0 1
anetita
79w
Cocktail
I never liked the taste of whiskey,
But I'll gladly drink that Old Fashioned off your lips,
While you wipe droplets of wine from mine,
Ruby red, cherry-dipped,
With virile, robust fingertips.
Scarlet lipstick smearing,
Heat between us, searing,
Following fistfuls of hair and lustful sips,
My dress rides up my thighs, slowly exposing my hips.
Zippers unzip,
No patience for buttons, fabrics rip,
That thin layer of exquisite lace—away it slips.
A lick of the lobe, a gentle tug and nip,
In this elixir of wine and whiskey—savage and frisky—
Where love overflows, ecstasy drips.
©anetita8 0
Some nights we drink tea
Some nights we drink whiskey
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