Tags : whiskey

Whiskey, God and Penises

Whiskey, God and Penises

A Poem by LawrenceRaybon


A serious contemplation
The Good Things

The Good Things

A Poem by Rose Black


In the dead of the night, Nothing was expected of you, Aside from whiskey shots, And cheap, cold laughs-
God Bless His Soul

God Bless His Soul

A Poem by Rose Black


His eyes twinkled When he recalled The events of “Oh, you know that war?” That war. Which he never even fought. God bless his soul.
Coffee and Whiskey

Coffee and Whiskey

A Poem by Simply Meag


Word doodles
I'll have a chaser with that life please

I'll have a chaser with that life please

A Poem by Thomas


My life is make believeMy death is soon to comeI drink to find a rare relieffrom thoughts I can not runSo pour some whiskey, pour some rumTonight I'm ..
PARTY TRICK

PARTY TRICK

A Poem by Terry Collett


MUSIC AND WHISKEY AND HAPPINESS
Childish Games

Childish Games

A Story by Chloe


Best friends love for one another comes out with a little whiskey and a hand-roaming game.
Bitter

Bitter

A Poem by gabiaimee


As bitter as coffee?
The Smallest War

The Smallest War

A Story by Patrick JL


A true report (well... mostly)
Tomahawk in Maine

Tomahawk in Maine

A Story by Colonel Tom


Colonel Tomahawk heads to Maine and meets Tim Smith at the jack mountain wilderness school
Words and Whiskey No. 1

Words and Whiskey No. 1

A Poem by Chris717


Inspired by a musician I often drink with.
Words and Whiskey No. 2

Words and Whiskey No. 2

A Poem by Chris717


This one is about the same musician. More so a part two. It's not necessarily about drinking, but about feeling enamored by a person & hopeful thinkin..
Drunk Man's Story

Drunk Man's Story

A Poem by Zdravko Nunev


The light of the lamp is dim.The floor is bed for a bottle of gin.One hand grasps the gun, the other the glass,"Don't worry, it will get better", yeah..
Empty Handed

Empty Handed

A Poem by svarevska.anastasija


I knew these people, who were young A song 'bout sadness they have sung They did all to be amused Then in crimes they were accused They wish th..
Oh Drunken Fisher's Woe

Oh Drunken Fisher's Woe

A Poem by Anna


The river riddled raw in ripples, oh drunken fisher,crying cranes cracking cradles by the creek tonight.I sat to stare at something strange out on slo..