Mug Poems - Poems about Mug

Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea... When the entire mug awash with floating leavings by golly by gosh, sipping said herbal brew analogous challenge to eat spaghetti squash with one chopstick. Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth two thousand twenty four found yours truly (me) blithely consuming delicious La COLOMBE DOUBLE LATTE cold iced latte, complete with a frothy layer of milk and a touch of sugar. Lower...

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this mugs jiggy i wont lie see it caught your peepn eye unhitch a lip caffeine a sip load up man and liquefy. ...

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a mugs home is its castle and hot cocoa a vassal as marshmallows float this chocolate moat theres seldom fuss or hassle. ...

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this mugs cheap yet full of cheer guarantee from year to year unworn or tired strange though admired budget mojo always near. ...

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this mugs a foam treasure trove see it caffineates my stove adding sweet and moo brought on sticky goo sorry didnt add more clove. ...

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coffee in a football mug join us as we chug a lug no matter the team bring on the steam next time serve it in a jug. ...

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mugs for shaving cant you see tea and coffee not for me each morning light whiskers take flight fine use of time you agree. ...

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Does an empty jar weep? 6 Crying wine or water 6 My hollow bowl thirsty 6 You scream for wet matter 6 Yet you lie like a dry monk 7 Patiently waiting for me 7 Your mouth opened to be drunk 7 Your rim or lips parched for sea 7 In the morning, you ask for wine 8 In a mug with dogs...

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Autumn fell away suddenly snow came to kiss the ground gently then it laid down to sleep. The mornings are wet now, trees shiver naked in a junkyard wind, running unchained. Hot black coffee means much more now that daylight lingers late, the dark brew in the mug takes longer to awaken, it has to dream on a little....

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I know who could have your grave dug, Your life stop with a reserved slug Just for bearing a water jug And treading on his Persian rug... Not that jug's content you had spilled But you have his trust in you killed In his heart carved a wound not healed Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield! The chap who could seize someone's mug And...

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On thy ears iron irony words may fall No control upon the tongue is so cruel At the tip or still on mind in production Keep the thoughts till weight its function Listen to the heart and imagine yourself Such words or statements to you to be said To break is not a big deal but to be aware of Yesterday's lightless...

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As the sun rises in the sky Causing my heart to take wings and fly I pour myself a cup of inspiration Stabbing the walls of my imagination Tasty brew to regard night’s retreat Giving sustenance that will complete BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier October 22, 2021 ...

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If I can’t me hug, Nor can on my shoulder cry, Fine, I’m such a mug, But did I gripe why? So what if I’m such a smug. _________________________ Senryu |17.06.2021| Poet’s Note: We often read a Haiku or a Senryu and go deep in self-reflexion. But some small ditties can also be a lot of fun....

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A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake 8 The Raniban hills In the south of the Fewa lake My fatigued legs Ascend the stone paths To the top of the Raniban hill The Raniban Resort Silence of nowhere Quiet, still and calm As if living in another planet With hot frothy black coffee In a mug of coffee. 9. Hanging from...

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A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake 1. In the Mug of the Fewa Lake Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky With the fluttering of the Fishtail My eyes sparkle with The taste of organic coffee That chills my throat By the tranquil and serene Fishtail My whole heart at ease In a mug of coffee. 2. Faraway in the...

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