Best Sip Poems

Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
Greeting new sun, spanning over vast sea
Wailing upon hills, watching freedom shine
Sprinkling over prairies echoes of glee

Greeting new sun, spanning over vast sea
Sailing air on pointed bills and webbed feet
Sprinkling over prairies echoes of glee
Grabbing fish, hunting crabs, feasting on...

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When my fatigued pen,
succumbed to a sleepy state of silence

in the market place of silent poets,
I searched for a tea room to stimulate my mind

my quest led me to you.

I do not recall the colours 
of the cup, nor the saucer.
Only the shimmer of light,
reflecting...

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Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
    infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
       break the cloudy mantle’s mood so dreary,  
  subdue the winds to flutes of airy sweep 

imbibing rays of...

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i sip those coffee irises
which beckon my core
sans a resounding wave
or bawdy utterance

the strong, robust urge
a breathless yearning
i stir that drink
with a flirtatious cream

i lean into his cup
the grind of healthy soil
a tasty, deep, romantic bean
those eyes ~ my twinge

a loving cup
pours into every kiss
the...

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Necessarily to Samora


On the stream, a cork was thrown
She sank in
She tripped on
She was picked up
A beach, a wave and a sailing ship don’t matter.
You will arrive at the time of coming back. 
-Faceless towards passion-
 
When the dawn was agonized, morning came
I’d be dreaming...

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When next my eyes are blessed to set on you,
May that be soon or further down the line,
Will tears refuse to paint with only blue,
And choose instead less colors viewed as mine;
I’ll see no beauty where it was before,
No lilac petals shall your garden grow,
And...

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Winners sip champagne from a slipper
  Losers wipe the sweat from their brow

Victory tastes sweet as apricot honey
  Defeat's an empty stomach, without Ciao...

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The hummingbirds, they come and play,
sip the nectar, fly away.
To the trees then back to feed.
Sun on wings, a sight indeed.
The noise they make, quite unique
Nothing like normal bird-speak.
I sit on deck, they hover near.
Enjoying life, they show no fear.
These joyous moments enhance my day
as...

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...and with a sip, the saddened lass
drained the half full, half empty glass.
As scorched sorrow burned her brain,
she drained the dregs that did remain.
There in the bottom, saw her world,
amid the amber, liquid swirls.

The gypsy reached out an ancient hand,
oil light danced off gold bands.
She...

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A SIP OF RED 

I drink it because I love 
I consume it because I enjoy it
I imbibe it because I like it  

The perfect glass is its best setting
The darkest rouge its only dressing 
The fragrance its deepest allure
Its body I so adore
Is...

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Sip Coffee Nice And Slow

Going viral in social media space is a nice piece of writing...
Calling for readers to take life easy, sipping coffee nice and slow...
It makes such great reading , it is a great piece of writing......
Metaphorically we are to sit back to...

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The hurt, the pain were now combined.
Oh love, so lost, for which she pined.
A memory of sweet embrace.
Forever gone, without a trace.

This longing, now to be dissolved.
With just a sip quickly resolved.
And so the liquid death she drank.
Into the deadly sleep she sank....

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Take Love's Sip

Life is all too often filled with discord.
People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred.
Visiting fantasy-land,
Dreams float by without demand.
Get a grip!  Take love's sip; follow the Lord.

© July 31, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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A sip of wine feels oh, so fine
When I encounter tension.
It calms the nerves and too, preserves
Reality’s suspension.

A glass of wine’s not out of line
When there’s some apprehension
That things won’t be so fancy-free,
Though that’s not your intention.

A wine carafe might make you laugh
And, maybe by...

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I hear the rain, as it plays again
 Its old pitta patta song
    And  often time I  find myself
 singing right along

   But there's no sound when snow comes down
      Its song, the...

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