Whiskey Poem by Kathleen West
Whiskey
Pools of amber swirling in my glass
I anticipate a drink
Warming liquid running down my throat
Dull my senses so I don't think
I take my whiskey, like I take life
Straight up and sip it down
I embrace it all, the good and the bad
And my thoughts still go round and round
LIKE the words from peggy Gordon for when i'm drinkin, I am thinkin lovely work kathleen.
The intimacy of a drink. Very nice, Kathleen. Make mine a Jamison's.
Very humourous.Gave me a real chuckle.I love the Irish people.They are so full of fun.I enjoyed your poetry.I'm still learning this system and I am amazed at the membership.I've told everyone I know who writes poetry about this site.Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
12/5/2025 6:31:10 PM # 1.0.0
Nicely done. Much like scotch, your poem was over to quickly. Thank you for your comment.