Whiskey Grave

Whiskey Grave

A Poem by Babbette Francis
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Poetry that was put to music by a friend. Not a full length song.

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Nighttime falls, a lonely darkness

our room is bare now that you’re gone.

My broken heart has since then shattered,

with the carving of your name on the stone.

 

And I will sleep by that whiskey bottle

and I will dream of better days

but should I die by that whiskey bottle

I’ll find my peace within my grave.

 

Of sound mind, I sit in silence,

My calm has long since gone

I lone to be by your side now,

carve my name upon the stone.

 

And I will sleep by that whiskey bottle

and I will dream of better days

but should I die by that whiskey bottle

I’ll find my peace within my grave.

© 2009 Babbette Francis


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This poem sears the heart and soul Bab (Can I call you Bab?) it is just so sharp that it cuts through the normal poetic fog and hurts me in the same place it hurts you ... but no where nearly so much. There are a few places that I suspect that you meant to put stops, but those minor nicks have no chance of detracting.

This goes into my favorites.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Nice. A short poem but I think others may agree with me, a lot of imagery runs through the mind when reading this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Ok .... why haven't I seen this? I are a lyricist.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I'm with the clown on this one. There is a group that I saw when I was in Indianapolis and an underground bar. Slippery Noodle I think it was. I saw a band there called Mojo Hand and their songs burned my skin. They have a song called Dixie Dirt. "Pour some whiskey on this dixie dirt"...anyway this poem reminds me of that song.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is amazing, I like this very muchly.
I can feel the cut and dry emotions of heartache and sadness
Awesome write. This is going in my faves.


Posted 15 Years Ago


This poem sears the heart and soul Bab (Can I call you Bab?) it is just so sharp that it cuts through the normal poetic fog and hurts me in the same place it hurts you ... but no where nearly so much. There are a few places that I suspect that you meant to put stops, but those minor nicks have no chance of detracting.

This goes into my favorites.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

THE CERTAINS EMOTIONAL CONCENTRATION AND EXALTATION WHICH MAKES YOUR POEM ON THE HIGHEST PHASES RATE FIVE STARS. I ENJOY IT . THANK YOU.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a good write. It's sad, and lonely, which you conveyed so well
with this poem. AD

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very heartbreaking and sad... your words flow out with bitter emptiness and regret... very well penned.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i loved this. im sure many have had somewhat of the same thoughts. it kind of reminds me of my poem Raise the Bottle, yet this went together more. loved it

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Jon
Superb.

A really strong expression of grief here - I think it can be read two ways - one side of me says that the whiskey is there to numb the pain, to help you through - the other says that the whiskey bottle reminds you of the one you lost too.

Great write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Babbette Francis
Babbette Francis

Merryville, LA



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