#gin poems on Hello Poetry

Anya Mar 2018

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Just for fun

#man #snake #fox #gin #ran

Anya Mar 2018

Ran

Drunk high on desire
Rich memories of you
You gallant cruel liar
A brisk heavenly brew

Leaving no goodbye
Where persimmon leaves blow
Now here you lie
Beneath gray snow

Although I asked
You did not stay
Nor reason you passed
Merely could not say

And though the vine
Of may bells ring
Thy marigolds bless wine
And bring soft spring

#gin #wine #marigold #love #goodbye

Alicia Mortlock Jan 2018

Grains of Paradise – Gin and Lust in The Gap between Christmas and New Year

I drank him in, his eyes the blue of blackest opals.

I breathed him in and then I sipped my gin.

I tasted him, his honeyed spice upon my tongue before I kissed him.

Flushed with the icy warmth of juniper,

My hungry lips upon his sandalwooded skin.

© Alicia Mortlock 2017

Grains of paradise are tiny seeds from Africa, added to some gins to give depth to the flavour and taste of pepper, coriander, ginger & cardamom with a hint of citrus.

#gin #kiss #taste #hunger

Anya Jan 2018

Gin

Tomorrow if you were to devour man
With the same mouth you kissed my hand
And that same mouth cried it's love to me
So undoubtedly and free
Would it be that easy for me to say
'I love you' the same way I do Today

#gin #love #snake #free #tomorrow #iloveyou #kiss

Jacob Waters Aug 2017

A Rebirth

I know you are here by
the crack
of your palm on
my cheek,
by the sting of
our sweat.
The second slap tugs at
my skin
with the stick of
the gin.
You scream through
the heat,
above the ambient rumble
of souls,
the unholy truth of
it all
spat with the cadence
of hate.
The cackled delights of
the night
and this pitiless death in
the streets.
The horror of your bones on
my bones.
I can still hear the muffled
bass beat
and the staircase-crashing
of feet
as you carve the word 'shame' in
my skin.
There is hope in
your hate
as you cry out
my crimes.
There is hope in
my pain
as old futures implode, and
this life
is replaced by something
quite new.

It was actually *****, but that doesn't rhyme with 'skin', so...

#gin #skin #hate #shame #love #rebirth

Ryan Holden May 2017

Gin

Destination home,
My room begins to spin,
Memories of amusements,
And copious amounts of Gin!

Hangover.

#gin #alcohol

Beau Scorgie Apr 2017

Gin Lane

Half way up the hills
and eclectic group gather
at a narrow bar.

Leather jackets
occupy seats
by the door.

We sit
for a cigarette length of time
(cigarette length of time =
   1 x 10 minutes
            + ≥ 10 minutes before
                   and/or after cigarette)
and walk
the dimly lit corridor
to the bar.

We sit
at a table for two
against a wall.

The band plays fiercely.
I've seen them before.

Their moxie
always brings
a rowdy crowd.

Behind them
apple crates
cling to the wall,
housing quirky decor.
Books, globes and vintage cameras.

A projector casts
lollipop swirls
and a singing silhouette.

Drink specials:
tequila mockingbird

I spoke to a Serbian girl I know.
She always wears glitter
and hazy eyes.
The more questions
I ask her
the longer I can listen
to her accent.

We spoke about the age old
nature vs nurture enigma,
and the life long impact
of a child's first six years.

She asked me
about my art.

It seems
that's all anyone
knows me for.

Outside, again, we sit.
For 5 x cigarette length of time.

Around me
people talk...
                 and talk.....
                               talk....
                                       ta...
                                             l...
                                                 k.

I'm sober.
Too **** sober.

My daydreams are broken
by a man.
He's bubbly and smiles a lot.
I like bubbly, smiley strangers.

We exchange stories
of our current lives.
He's a graphic designer,
and tells me
I should merge my art
and writing
into film,
and gifts me a flashlight.

I like quirky, bubbly, smiley strangers.

I'm left to retreat
back into my own thoughts.
It's less lonely in there.

I sort through memories,
recite lyrics,
observe the people around me
and watch them closely.
Their body language,
the way they bring
their glass to their mouth
and blow their smoke.

People interest me most
doing nothing in particular.

But I miss something,
and I can't quite pinpoint what.

I'm sober.
             Too.
                 ****.
                         Sober.

Ben At93 Jan 2017

Drink

Pour me a drink,
A scotch with a gin,
I need to think,
Of life and dreams,

Pour me a drink,
Shot after another,
Don't ask me of my being,
Tomorrow I'll put myself together,

Pour me a drink,
I wanna bask in a perfect sin,
Fix me something right,
And Lemme drink all night,

Pour me a drink,
I'm but a stranger to your eyes,
I have friends to turn to but,
I don't want to drown them with my demise,

Pour me a drink,
Oh, lemme feel my heart pound,
I have a friend coming for me,
So keep em coming til I can see sounds,

#thoughts #drink #scotch #gin