Roses are red and violets are blue.

Listening to old and very good music tonight.

                       Roses are red and violets are blue.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue and
you have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern.

Pretty flowers have turned black.
The whiskey is tasting better.
Your beautiful face is becoming lost in the bliss of Jack Daniels
 and my good friend Jim Beam.

I told the bartender.
I was a lover once.
I was a dreamer once.
Now I'm a drinker.
Trying to find peace in the blindness of alcohol and forgotten dreams.

Rose are red.
Violet are blue.
We bleed red blood when the knife is put in deep
and with a purpose.

Beautiful blue eyes woman walked out of my door.
Told me . "You was dead.
You swim in s**t and believe it will be roses in the morning.
Can't love part way. You must go all the way or walk away."

I'm falling apart.
No-one to pick me up when you can't find the way back.

Whiskey songs are written by fools who wasted love.
Held hate and misery near.

Today I got my cigarettes, dirty ashtrays and strong whiskey.
Ghost of old lovers haunt my dreams and
I'm waiting for no-one.

Roses are red. Violet are blue.
Old tavern is loaded with fools who wasted the good thing.

                    Coyote

Author's Note

Any mistakes. Please assist a old man. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Sorry Infamous]

I was drinking red wine last night when I read this and had to come back in the am and reread it since I felt a bit like maybe I was like the lush in the poem...trying to lose lost people in drink.

Some outstanding relatable lines in this poem

"I told the bartender.
I was a lover once.
I was a dreamer once.
Now I'm a drinker."

So sad...

Thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was a single Soldier for 15 years. I like the traveling and the chance to meet people. Good to have drink, new friends and a new city when you are young and time to waste. Now four kids later. Two grand-boys running through the house. I like to look back. But we learn the real value of a life with children and hope. Thank you for the comment.

[TL Boehm]

Today I got my cigarettes, dirty ashtrays and strong whiskey.
Ghost of old lovers haunt my dreams and
I'm waiting for no-one.

Roses are red. Violet are blue.
Old tavern is loaded with fools who wasted the good thing.

Love is not always kind and happy endings are few and far between, it seems. This was a somber poem and all too true at times. Peace. Well penned.

[Mark]

The desolation of hopelessness... to find comfort only in a glass of numbing alcohol. So sad to give up but sometimes it seems the only thing to do. Very fine work again my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was listening to the good old music. Bobby Vinton took me back to the days of my father. Thank you for reading.

[Sheila Kline]

Oh, what a poem of truth........words that jolt the spirit and heart to heed wisdom given out by those who have been there. May we all learn by our mistakes and make life a better journey for ourselves and those who love us!
A great write my friend - told as only you can do!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you kind friend for the amazing comment.