Cups Poems | Examples

Ego Cups That Runneth Over

Ego cups have now been filled

To the point of overflowing

Confidence and power now heightened
 
 Fuel to keep ego’s growing!

Coffee Cups and Misery

I grab myself a coffee cup
To drink the sorrow away
Sip by sip, to the final drop
My mind is led astray

Drive the frigid cold aside
To keep my pulse from being still
And free the fantasies I hide
Infuse my heart devoid of thrill

Bliss I find in but a spoon
What more if I swig all it in
Though surely this would all end soon
I'll stake for just one unforced grin

Cup per cup, I crave for more
Of this rich drug I slowly kill
Without hesitation, again I pour
'Till I begin to hold what's real

And thus the truth would set me free
That she won't ever seek my name
Whilst I might drown in coffee sea
Still she will never feel the same

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Autumn' tropical sand cups nut

 
coconuts' concuss
light-craze boggles ~ sight failing
tourists blearing up 

dented sand cups nut
hammer screwdriver to milk
machete dispatch

caribe-dude's swingin's no match
now - To The Gators!

pup cups

It's not a road trip 
it's a pup cup run with dogs 
dairy queen's drive-thru

To Fill Our Cups With Good

nor peace that dwell below us
even in the depths of hell
let Satan hoisted 
His bright sails of light and darkness
to all the ships that sail 
voices sing out towards the dark wine sea
bring forth the ubiquitous blue light 
from the melodic swing of the pendulum
while navigating through dark spaces
we need ice water to quench our thirst
without forgiveness to come this far
life in the inferno that burn like the sun
nor peace that dwell below us
shall ask to fill our cups with good

Peanut Butter Cups

She always had one
In her hand.

“Peanut butter cups,”
She’d say,
“They help me forget.”

She spent her saved change
On peanut butter cups
At the 7-11 down the road
Every day.

She would come to class
Holding a peanut butter cup
And would sit in the second row—
Second chair—
Eating it silently.

When she was done
She would fold the wrapper
Into a little heart
And slip it into her lunchbox.

I wondered
How many hearts she had made.

He Is In His Cups Again

Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn
You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn
I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said.
She always knew when he was stoned out of his head.

Two of Cups

Reading Thomas More
at a bar in Prospect Park,
when she said
“Do you have an extra pen?”

That tarot reading didn’t last long
I don’t even particularly
believe in that kind of witchcraft
but she got me to admit
things I didn’t even know I knew.

She’s in California now
I am in her Brooklyn apartment
sitting on her hardwood floor,
trying to stop her cat
from eating paint.

I’m in Atlanta now,
she is vapor in the air,
I can taste the Two of Cups
if I breathe in deep
on Wednesday evenings.

Ace of Cups

Filling my cup over with all of the overflowing love
For my past and my present lovers sent from up above.
Indeed it was through them I have found true peace in mutual suave.

Four Cups of Wine

Four cups of wine
    Fruit of the vine
  Sounds like a mighty fine time

  Truth be told, it's drunk late at night
    with kids up and cranky
  It's not my idea of a delight 

  Many heads will be spinning 
    for hours on end
  And then the very next night ~
    It's the same thing again

Four Cups of Wine

~ A Passover Tale ~

Four cups of wine
  They say I must drink
I’m getting too old for this
  Don't you think...

But I psyched myself up
  and drank the first cup
The room didn’t spin
  I thought I might win…

Then came a second cup
  and later a third
I glanced at my son
  He looked like a bird…

Came time for cup the fourth
  but I took the fifth
So as not to incriminate myself ~
  converted to Buddhism forthwith...

Now if ever there was a faerie 
  tale, this one is it
I had better stop here
  ‘fore' that wine drowns my wit

Queen of Cups

Are there feelings you must put out?
Or something you need to go about?

Cups of Loneliness

If passion could be a voice.
What tune will be performed?
If joy was a tangle.
Is it going to fall apart?
If love was a meal.
What will it taste like?
If you spread it to others.
Will it be a pointless exercise?
Perhaps affection is best seen.
Across cups of loneliness?

Seven of Cups: Reversed

I kissed your cheek in front of them all, and in doing so, I think I damned the both of us. 

You, to be left crucified and bleeding and paying for my sins. 

Me, to be left wandering and wanting and never to see your face again. 

So, I watch Rome fall. We both watch Rome fall, televised through the stained glass windows of this neglected place of worship. I can only see the red, the blood. 

"You are something awful, something so horrendous that I cannot even say..." 

Break my ribs and dive your hands into my chest, feel the beating of my heart. Oh, how it both beats for you and show that life isn't always warm. 

"...cannot even say that I love you."

In My Cups

The only thing sadder
than a bottle of whiskey
drained of its last dram is 
a poet deserted by his muse.

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