Mug Poems - Poems about Mug

...What is the correct sleeping time? My sister is losing her mind, she wakes up before the break of day and work right back to midnight the following day. She never takes a break and she is always ......Read the rest...

...Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late. Monday morning full of passion with hangover lin......Read the rest...

...A rage at air Poem Lionel Derbyshire A rage at air where a fly, a sparrow and an ostrich collides airborne goes .. Why all the rage .. Fly asked the sparrow Your temper is full of bad ang......Read the rest...

...My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. whispering birds through wind and light rain no dram......Read the rest...

...The whistling kettle calls to me. Telling me it's time for tea I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf As I try to decide what to have for myself What flavor of brew should I steep into my cup? ......Read the rest...

...I wake up at the break of dawn. the sun light fills my room I look out at the wonderous view and its glow that feels so warm. and then I remember we used to share this wonderous time of day ......Read the rest...

...I’m so lonesome I could cry Cry for the pup lost from the pack He’s gotta find comfort in winter I’m so lonesome feeling disconnected Cold comfort, but bees have a hive Everything is i......Read the rest...

...If all there is …is now And time but an illusion Wondering where it went Causes me confusion If there’s been no then Is it all Zen And the end is Where it will begin Is every sunrise The......Read the rest...

... When we first met, you adored me, from sunrise to sunset. We would stay up all night, infatuated like lovebirds and I'm still wondering.... What went wrong. When did you run out of things......Read the rest...

... Fields of flowing, fresh flowers, in nascent dreams, Huge mug of coffee, such sensual incense to my nose. Fresh, hiily, waving, scented grass in rows of joyful te......Read the rest...

...Awakened too soon, Darkness of the peaceful dawn, Frissons of cold air, Coziness of the tea mug, Cooing of doves fills the air. ......Read the rest...

...Walk slowly with me until we reach the other end of the sea, pick up a bucket of sand and throw it all over the land; dig a hole in the earth and plant a tree for the universe; it will tell you what ......Read the rest...

...A vision seized me, before The marriage of my kin. Betrothed to a faith apart, Like a stray from the hallowed ground; where forefathers had etched: A devout Catholic and a pioneer, A premonitio......Read the rest...

...Never let me know what you collect. I am the queen of “I’ll give you a gift for your collection” My daughter collected penguins. I nearly went bankrupt buying them. She threw them into boxes and g......Read the rest...

...O'Rourke has left Ireland with all he owns in a knapsack. He is going to America with sunshine at his back. The Irish soil is dotted with potatoes now turned black. O'Rourke has left Ireland and h......Read the rest...