Cup Poems - Poems about Cup

...Crossing a sea of bitterness, voids curled beneath my ribs lie hidden, I drank from the cup of vices, chewed on stupidity, laboring in vast fields of error. My mind lay with disillusionment, embrac......Read the rest...

...Trucks lined up one behind the other with the little that they have left and the drippings from the fountain piled up on top looking for a suitable place to make the next stop but the fear of nowhere......Read the rest...

...[The Lord] "Why do you throw up your hands at Me? Turn around and take what I give you!" [The Defeated] "These people stubbornly refuse your grace. Their brazen-faces threaten violence. They ......Read the rest...

... She looks down her nose At the locals in the town square As she sips tea from her fine china cup Pinky in the air Criticising and complaining Judging one and all Negativity runs through her......Read the rest...

...Vibrant swordfish and Tension that swells with time, A cup full of ice.......Read the rest...

...In the fabric of night, poets craft their dreams, With the thin thread of the moon and fingers intertwined with falling stars. They seek perfection in the world's crevices, in the uncertainty of th......Read the rest...

...It wasn't the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could live with, A canvas woven from moonbeams and delicate shadows on the water's face. They were seeking a tale in which to slumber, beside a......Read the rest...

...Two Friends... were walking one day when a third man joined them. The stranger asked the first friend "why are you so unhappy?" The first friend said, "because our politicians are so cor......Read the rest...

...In bed, Maya looked at the ceiling, and asked for a cup of Darjeeling, then turned to her lover, under the cover, and said what a wonderful feeling! ......Read the rest...

...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......Read the rest...

...In a time where innocence should reign, This little girl faced trials, her heart in pain. Her upbringing, not necessarily the worst, I’d say, But love and stability seemed far far away. Naive t......Read the rest...

...Your top edge is geometry – a never-ending finger-tracing line. Your inside is liquidity – a tepid spa of chocolate that I’d rather had been hot. Your handle bends its elbow. ......Read the rest...

...You live in sapphire-decked castles. You wear soft muslin clothes. The snugness of mundane wealth, like the termite, eats you up. Though you care less for God, in his name, you dare to take oaths. ......Read the rest...

...Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...