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Refill Poems - Poems about Refill


Refill My Cup
coffee… conversation starter for years warms our spirits striking smell stirs thought brews talk turns to thanksgiving toasts gratitude replenishing our hearts with memories ...

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Categories: refill, 11th grade, memory, thanksgiving,
Form: Tetractys
Premium Member Coffee Refill
There was a server at the local cafe you see Who got in trouble when refilling cups of coffee Many said just a shot Half a cup was said a lot But she lost her job when one said hit me...

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Categories: refill, jobs, nonsense,
Form: Limerick



Refill Please
My coffee cup is empty. My mind could use refillin'. God, overflow my heart; So I can Do some spillin'. Please take away my coulds and wipe away my cant's. I'll walk into a life anew, First, help me find my pants....

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Categories: refill, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Life Refill
Main words used-Life, Sun, Moon, Time, Refill Life draws its curtains too soon Not enough days to appreciate the sun and the moon; Is there a way to make time stand still? Hoping for some sort of a life refill. I selected the above mentioned words as the theme of the poem because they bring out the main...

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Categories: refill, introspection, life, moon, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Refill
The people around disappear. My voice makes its way home. Finding comfort in your ear. You resonate within my heart. Stirring a soul that no longer knows fear. In the end all that I knew before will no longer exist. Everything chipped and shattered in a million pieces.  Sheer signs of destruction. But still I drunk, knowing the full consequence. The shaping of...

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Categories: refill, black african american, crush,
Form: Free verse



Don'T You Think I Need a Refill
Words, woven into the kernel of my emotion penned by sagacious poets on the soup, are calling forth poetry, from my mind's tower. I can also hear the muse, dictating another lines of poems. But, why is my pen's stroke faint, on the padded book I write? Don't you think I need a refill?...

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Categories: refill, writing,
Form: Free verse
Refill
I am the pen of life Held between the fingers Of a much greater power I flow my footprints onto pages Even glass, wood or the roughest surface Engraving a non cryptic legacy Bleeding in cursive inkblots Embedding confusion into the psyche Of the psychological And stain with smudges the white card backdrops Where all but the unknown remain To taint and blemish The nature of the...

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Categories: refill, angst, art, life, on
Form: Free verse

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