Poetry / Tonight I Drink in Your Honor

very good, one line really got to me.

Drink what I got
Because of what I don’t

keep writing these emotion filled pieces

Good poetry I think. Goes so much into the love with a dead author?/fictional character? that I thought it was about that, but then comes the “Jesus listens not to fools.”... This is potentially a daring poem, depending on your intention. I can’t seem to be sure about the meaning, which makes this piece even more interesting. Tell me more about it, I’d be glad to give you more feed-back if you would tell me what it is about (if you don’t mind). If your intention is to be ambiguous you have suceeded perfectly. My judgment is based on that assumtion. If however you are looking for a specific interpretation, well then you have failed miserably, haha, but either way it is an interesting read. Thank you. I think the last line sounds more classical than the rest of the poem, even the “tonight I drink” parts, so maybe reword it to a tone that fits the rest of the poem. But then again that is just an optional suggestion, since I don’t think it is all that important… Good job.

wow…mesmerizing…relatable…amazingly good.

it held its own.
i enjoyed it.

i often at times drink a bit
but never to forgot or hide.

hell, i dont manage a 12 pack a year.

as for the comment jesus listens not to fools.
who knows.

he listened to me…

I’m not sure you need the last line, it rather reduces what comes before it…?

Tempo and tone good, punctuation fine. I liked the comparison of have and not having in the 3rd/4th stanza. I also enjoyed the parallels in the final stanza “between leather covers…”.

Zip-bang pace that doesn’t let up.
Love it.

Drink what I got,
because of what I don’t.

Loved this, concise and workable.

You existed in letters,
not in these arms as I wanted.
I felt you through pages,
I knew you in poetry.

Fantastic.

We spoke in code,
kissed between stanzas,
made love on the next page.

Oh please get this published.

Brilliant. Fuck Jesus. This was a truly superb piece of writing. So much about it worked, your writing style, the folw, the ease of it.

Are you the honestsoul? And were the leather sheets the cover of a well bound book?
As a lover of words, and a smeller of books, this piece smacked of bound eroticism to me. So simply put, so effective and so economical. Vomited into script? Wonderful. Images there… oh my god. I could not gush enough.

Call me biased (alcoholic) but I loved the subject matter. There is so much cross meaning in this piece, I fucking love it. The first stanza was a bit off-putting however, a little bit wanky, butthe rest of the piece saved it for me. That’s getting a big fat favourite.

Maybe drink what I have, instead of got. I really like the whole idea here, a very interesting story. There are some very strong lines here: 3, 5, 7, 18, 19, and 21. The rest are good, but these really make your piece standout. Very enjoyable read. Well done

This is such a beautifully sad poem. It shows the heartache of wanting someone so bad, they drown it out through drinking. I like how the first line is “I drink in your honor” like it’s a toast being made for something noble. But after reading the rest of the poem the line sounds bitter, drinking in spite of the person. A contradiction where he/she has no honor in the eyes of the one who’s hurting. Then following it with “cheers to us” and “drink to…” ties it very well. I enjoy the expression of love only through writing. The other person seems like they may no longer be living, but is imortalized through his/her words and continues to affect this person who read his/her work.