Poems About Booze

​A selection of poems about the mischievous and delightful moments that spring from the influence of a glass of wine or a sip of whiskey.

“Sweet as Summer Berry”

The earth was warm,

The breeze was sweet,

And that juicy, fermented fruit

Put me to sleep.

“Tipsy”

Strawberries burst on our tongues,

As we chuck their leaves far into the yellow forest.

Sitting in a bohemian daydream,

Our legs rest atop my blue fringed blanket,

Draped over a lumpy, rolling sea

Of buttercups.

The crackers are sweet,

The prosecco is sharp,

And the love of my life sits beside me,

Appreciating its rising bubbles in the sunlight.

I giggle at his awe,

As I gaze out past my brown suede shoes,

At the tree trunks, smooth and thin,

Shooting out of that yellow sea.

They cut into the sloping, green backdrop,

Of overgrown vines,

On a wall of rock that gives way to a clear blue sky.

I smile to myself,

Filled with sunshine and serenity.

I am a little tipsy.

But sobriety doesn’t change any of it.

“Whiskey Bar”

Warm amber colors,

And twinkling bottle glow –

A rich wooden slab,

Low hanging lights –

A quiet place on the nighttime streets,

To disappear,

Have a glass,

And re-emerge

Thoughtful, warm,

And appropriately courageous.

“Red”

The Pinot noir was liquid magic.

She softly caressed the fragile stem of her wine glass,

Nudging her fingers up and down

Absentmindedly,

As she let her mind escape into deep thought.

She traced the smooth circular bottom with her middle finger

As her heart tremored with thoughts on how beautiful life can be.

The sexy jazz poured from the gaping mouth of the saxophone.

Her heart leapt,

As she visualized waves of sound

Spewing from that mysterious black space,

Tickling her ears,

Tantalizing her skin.

The red velvet curtains felt heavy around her,

Pressing in on all the right spots of her body.

The antiques on the wall

Were sophisticated remarks,

Adding depth and history to the warmth,

That bubbled up,

Turning her organs to liquid,

Her limbs to lead,

Her thoughts to taffy.

The last small bit of liquid in the bottom of her glass

Swirled around like a smooth red disk,

Ebbing and flowing in the rich lowlight.

It looked so deep,

She could’ve dived into its mysterious unknown

As if it were an ocean.

An ocean that she drank to the bottom of.

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