#whisky
I drink it to loosen the knots in my chest,
yet somehow it sharpens every thought awake.
A cruel lover, this amber fire
one I curse with the first sip
and miss before the glass is empty.
It burns like memory,
warms like company,
and leaves like regret.
I tell myself each time: enough.
But night has its own religion,
and whisky always knows my name.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Whisky warm and brown,
Poured gentle in my glass,
Not just to gulp it down.
A little buzz it brings,
A lighter, looser feel,
The way my spirit sings.
Ice clinks a chilly song,
Or neat, a fiery kiss,
Where I belong.
Just a sip or two,
That's all I really need,
To see the world anew.
So here’s to me
seriously.
Cheers.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
Whisky in my tea,
When cold bites and wind blows
A deep sip soothes me.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 9:18 AM UTC
Henry Moore, the sculptor
has in his kitchen an original
Picasso
on the wall above the fridge
so every time he made a cuppa
he was reminded of his friend
not a fancy canvas in a frame
but a drawing on A4 sketch pad page
you can imagine the pair of them
discussing art and Henry giving
some small token to Pablo
of his work
and saying you know you should
paint some blue cows
it'll be good for you
you can invent the Emperor's new clothes
as often as you want
if you're a genius
and they would laugh over a glass
of whisky
Pablo went on to give life, of sorts
to his blue cows
oh, and I used to deliver whisky
to Henry Moore's house
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 5:22 AM UTC
The taste
of my cigar
and the whiskey in my
gullet can't fill the pit inside
my chest
Aug 19, 2023
Aug 19, 2023 at 2:46 AM UTC
Whiskey
dark chocolate,
smooth jazz, and some gritty
poetry are all that I need
tonight
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 5:44 AM UTC
Seven inches of good intentions
Half a cup of decent fears
A grain of luck, a pinch of faith
A teaspoon full of laughter’s tears
One sip of ruban tempered whisky
Half a pint of well placed bets
A piece of blue sky from the east
A small box labeled "No Regrets"
Does this hand you rhyme or reason
Does it really ease the pain
I don't know… oh I can't tell
If it will be boon or bane
The forests’ seasonal changing colors
One single fateful step outside
A glassmade handle on the tailgate
Keep off from the road behind
Seven inches of clean conditions
Half a glass of deep red wine
A thimble guts, a pinch of glory
A small box labeled "Days of Shine"
Does this ease the pain
does it hand you a break
I can’t tell you - I don't know
If there’s a perfect mix and shake
Oh I don't know, I can't define
But the notion sounds quite tempting…
to a worried heart like mine
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 3:23 AM UTC
At the end of the world😔😔...
let's take a picture like this...
save it on clouds ...
restore it later.....
on streets of heaven let's meet🤫🤫🤫....
we kiss for once,
for both of us and for eternity
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
A man is always looking
To get some free advice
So go and find the fellow
Drinking whiskey over ice
Your friends will tell you one thing
While you're both knocking back a beer
But really, I mean really
Is this the stuff you need to hear
Find a whiskey drinker
He'll tell you how to buy a car
He'll share his whiskey wisdom
About what's a good cigar
A man who drinks good whiskey
Whether neat or over ice
Is the best one you can turn to
When you're looking for advice
He's made it and he knows it
He's not drinking at the pub
He's sitting in a wing back
Drinking whiskey at the club
So, if you're looking for assistance
And you need some good advice
Go get some whiskey wisdom
Sharing whiskey over ice
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC
He sat down
by the bar with a bottle of
whiskey.
And while the angels sang
he listened
to the preachings
of a crooked bartender
Whose days were filled with drunk forgotten nights,
and he knew
for first time
that he has
never felt more
close to God.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
She is making tea for her poet-husband.
Wondering what her husband is writing.
Once he wrote "Charm floats on her cheeks,
like a paper boat on the water.
Dipping and dancing."
Or maybe he is writing something ***** on her.
Like once he wrote -
"Between her thighs is the temple
where I belong."
She is making tea for her poet-husband
thinking he wants to impress her again.
She can hear his pen tapping his teeth.
But she can not see whisky on his table and
she can not see he is watching her sister
as he writes.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Amber fire cooled
Smooth over water hardened
To soften the burn.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
She found him
Darkness and despair surrounding
The colour gone from his cheeks
Nothing left for him to seek
Whisky on the table
A beer in his hand
She kissed him gently
And he buried his head in the sand
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin
It could never last
Love came and went so fast
Left me with a hole
A broken soul
I've seen the new girl
Blonde and skinny
Of course she's pretty
Wearing that string of pearl
Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
darling,
don't let them fool you
with their sweet chamomile gold,
perfumed coffee,
elegant and attractive champagne
or even sparkling, fun Cola.
for you are not tea,
their source of energy,
their party flavour
or their soda.
they will consume you in an instant.
because darling,
you are whisky in a crystal glass.
strong,
liquid fire,
unable to be understood by many,
but oh, so addictive.
-May Colde
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
Whisky bottle's a wishing well,
but wishes aren't free;
whisky bottle's a wishing well,
but wishes aren't free;
when I drink from the bottle
the bottle drinks from me.
I drink down to the bottom,
there's nowhere else to go;
I drink down to the bottom,
there's nowhere else to go;
I know there's no way to win
but I can try losing slow.
Whisky bottle's a wishing well,
but wishes aren't free;
whisky bottle's a wishing well,
but wishes aren't free;
when I drink from the bottle
the bottle drinks from me.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
If I say you girl
you are inside
my neuron world.
Would you belive?
Or if I send you a mail
MRI scan report attatched.
Will you read?
Belive me or not.
The sparking in
my Vegas nerve are not lying.
An afgan ****
***** to ***
Whiskey to Wine
I had tried everything-
the doctor pescribed.
But, it's my nercotic nerve
stop receiving all signals
It polarised at my SA and AV node
by your high sugar smile.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
a shop sells spirits and flowers
for Valentine's and Ballantine's
it's owner's face quite happily shines
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
Whisky I love,
It gives me that feeling
Of being old and wise.
The cigar I
Puff,
Makes me feel
Happy, calm and in control.
I wouldn't call it unhealthy
If you do it now and then
And if it makes you happy.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
Whisky, I neglected you
For mushrooms and amphetamines.
For ket and **** and LSD,
And Mandy too, to name a few.
Needn’t I have looked so far
To be the greatest of cliches.
The drugs and raves led me astray.
For writers, scotch is more on par.
Half your bottle drank away,
Half full in my state of mind.
Every sip; sublime and kind,
Every **** a harshened spray.
Now I’m stuck, a drunken haze
Has washed and swept the ways of rhyme.
In its tide is also time,
As by the sun, the night decays.
Whisky, polished, final sip.
Like the bottle, I am dry.
So, I tried, to write not high.
This poem ***** I’m off to trip.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC