Drank Poems - Poems about Drank

I drank the blood. Shuffled up to the altar, pearly white shoes scraping over faded white tile dirtied by the footsteps of countless sinners. (I knew, even then, that that same grime already claimed my soul.) I accepted the golden chalice with shaking hands and brought it ever so gently to my lips. It tasted like poison, but I drank...

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Love might she whisper her sweet nothings Love might she wish to ignore Love might she want to hear me sing Love My Love the one I adore Love might the warmth of morning greet me as I kiss your face Love endearing and calming Love oh Love a sweet embrace Love our melding might we be together Love oh love my lovers embrace...

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Drinking cold tea is less than soothing It quenches thirst but it was intended for more and I just missed the right moment So now I'm full of cold tea that I gulped down It sits uncomfortably in my stomach What a story... I'm clearly hiding something Cold tea in my stomach is the mood I'm not sure how I...

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Aunt Judith was the only tea drinker in the family; Camomile brewed from bags - no loose tea leaves for her to read - her future was foretold at birth: heart defect and early death. The wise doctors were sure she would not live much beyond thirty, but with faith and determination she surprised us all - Joyfully, she...

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The Drunkard staggered into a bar And slurred that he just wrecked his car He added, "Wha th' hell, Isle......

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At play one day we saw grandma. We took a look. She’d made kool-aid. She sipped. It dripped onto each shoe. Dispose of those! Her dress - a mess! The stain - her bane. I guess her dress no doubt’s thrown out....

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In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine, Second poets tribute series, third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal Its bright warmth into a wanton soul seeks She that drove passion, ate my youthful zeal Relishing that my words, were soft and meek! Yet I, a victim lost and thus spellbound Wore blinded eyes and heard no...

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My father drank trying to convince himself that he can drown his shame and sorrow .... in Rum. Most people would say: "Sorrow can swim." That's a cliche The sorrow didn't knew how to swim Enchanted by the shame it fell deeply in love while sinking to the bottom of the cup My father stubbornly holding onto his cup jealously watching the romance drank little...

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soap water in jug thirsty brother drank it all~ remarked "tasted strange" Note : This actually happened. Upset brother said you should have kept it sink. I asked why you drank all when taste was strange? Date: 1/13/2021...

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Do Remember When We Drank and Drank Do remember when we drank and drank, Until the Captain who was an old crank, With his hussy, Who was fussy; Had decided to make me walk the plank. Jim Horn...

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I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees attempted to love just for loving's sake drown myself in sorrow's of empty seas. Blessed golden day poetry found me. For its sweet gifts have truly set me free. I climbed mountains that rose forever walked deserts and laughed...

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(1.) First poem In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine Second poets tribute series third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal Its bright warmth into a wanton soul seeks She that drove passion, ate my youthful zeal Relishing that my words, were soft and meek! Yet I, a victim lost and thus spellbound Wore blinded eyes and...

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The sensation of contemplation leaves me shaken Stirred and worried I fumbled through my choices Stumbled into annoyance and dissatisfaction Is this why they drank it? Should I go on until I get too f***ed up fall asleep while you talk about what I used to be like?...

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Not long ago there lived a mouse, Born in a brewery, not a house. His mom and dad, and Uncle Neil Ate barley for their favorite meal. Throughout the day, the lift jacks roared, Too dangerous out on the floor. He slept inside his cardboard nest, And so became a brewery pest. He dodged their...

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The Cat Drank My Beer The Cat drank my beer I left in a cup. Actually she used her tongue to lick it all up. I remember thinking, this does not bode well for the cat or the beer. This feline had to drive home and she didn’t live near. I could see she was in no condition to drive. By the time I stopped her, she...

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