Red, Red, Red Wine

I have tasted her skin

Just like the addiction of red wine

A bitter sweet taste that has formed permanent memories

Memories that is now sweet to my own detriment

A regiment of sacrifices for the red wine

Withdrawal symptoms unbearable

In this dark room with my red wine

Stuck in the non-existence of time

Addiction never felt so fine

Committing crimes of grandeur for this wine

Her flesh is an opiate so divine

And it’s all mine

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My precious

Pretty Precious

Lovely precious

A sacrifice fit for the Gods that I kept for myself

This greed fulfills my personal need

All for me, She is all mine and mine alone

The King will not share his red wine

The fruits of the vine are for my veins

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Stuck in this game

All for a selfish gain

I have submitted my body to the red wine

She is inside my brain

Now I am a wild animal untamed

A lion without its Maine

Walking the streets of St. Louis asking commuters if they now her name

Have you seen her?

For I need her

Source

Memories of her sweet taste, haunts me

I walk around looking for her

Her red wine

The abominable destruction of my sanity

That taste, so sweet and vindictive

This pain

My soul is in pain

Another shot to my vein

My, My, She is so fine

For her sweet wine

To the rest of the world, I remain blind

For she is now all mine

Red, Red, Red Wine



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Sunshine625 3 years ago from Orlando, FL

Awesome poem Rasta!! Made me want a glass of red wine even though I don't like red, I prefer white.


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CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

Feeling at peace and calm after reading this piece. I enjoyed it just as you've enjoyed every drop of the red wine.

I love the drama of your poem. Good one and thanks to sunshine for sharing it.


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Daisy Mariposa 3 years ago from Orange County (Southern California)

Art,

Wow, my friend! Your poem is terrific. I love the rhythm of your poem and the way your words flow. I'm sharing this with my followers and with a poetry group I joined today.


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

@ Sunshine625. That is what I like about red wine. It is the evil version of white wine.

@CrisSp. I normally write poems when I am very stressed out and then I feel better afterwards.

@Daisy. I call this poem a soul poem, just like singing the blues.


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Laurinzo Scott 3 years ago from Phoenix, Az.

Beautiful Poem rasta 1 and I can definitely understand the inspiration for your poetry... I find mine under sim iliar circumstances.

Well done...


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

Respect Laurinzo Scott. Some of the greatest pleasures of life were born out of great pain.


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Ruby H Rose 3 years ago from Northwest Washington on an Island

Such a relaxing poem, great job, very nice and flowing...


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

Respect Ruby. Thank you very much for the compliments. I really appreciate it.


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Rosemay50 3 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Awesome poem even though I don't like red wine :))


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

Thanks Rosemay50 for the compliment. Red wine does take some time to get used to.


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Sunshine625 3 years ago from Orlando, FL

Poem is just as awesome as it was 3 months ago! :)


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

Thanks again Sunshine. I am flattered.


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quicksand 3 years ago

Lol! Sunshine is right! Proves that poems don't go bad with time!!!

Hi Rasta, how are you doing? :)


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

Respect Quicksand. Nice to hear from you. thanks for the acknowledgement. This poem may withstand the test of time.


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DeborahNeyens 3 years ago from Iowa

Great poem! I love red wine, but it can be pretty evil sometimes.


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rasta1 3 years ago from Jamaica Author

For sure Deborah. Red wine personifies the obsessions that are painful in reality but pleasant to the taste.

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