Soirée
Let the meeting of yes
and never, bear and bottle,
stone and noon
be merry with wine
and wholly underwater,
laughing at a bass.
Poems on the topic: wine
Poems on the topic “wine” on Poets.by.
Land Ho
Having sailed all night,
we come in sight
of a fresh gale
and a good deal.
Great was the shout of guns,
the rattling of guns.
Smoke came,
the captains came.
I wrote to my wife,
drank wine to my wife.
It was in the morning.
We parted this evening.
High
High, I desire
the writ of the Lord,
answer a judge
with three pints of wine
and take by mistake for supper
a hand with strawberry on it.
Mindless
Thinking out of the box,
my mind left.
Little to do but school a school in being,
a man buried in being.
Brain or pot? Water or wine?
Other things make a kind bed.
Mr. P.’s poetry
I walk in fields broad and common,
journey one inch,
stand in church till dark.
Then wine, two bottles; a rose and no wit.
Let my pitiful verses get a laugh.
My folly has friends, I note.
I play the fool.
Singing bottles
bottles of raw wine
the old soldiers
sit on the street singing
through wind and cold
Vinegar
after-dinner discourse
about how to stay lit:
the mother talking
to the wine
In the park
drinking wine in the park
the dog dancing as I look
over the paper
Begin the beguine
in many hands
I perceive a dance
of great use
and small trouble
dark and light
ice
wine
Open schedule
My clock
is the only tune.
Nothing passes without time—
no days,
no wine.
Cruise
A borrowed voyage:
we dine and talk
and the wine is
excellent company.
Longest day
too hot
to wear anything
the wonder
in a drop of wine
full of daylight after
her husband is dead
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