Sake Poems - Poems about Sake

Let’s not make a scene— not in front of the metaphor-curious. We owe them a semblance of shared syllabic stability. You take Tuesdays, I’ll keep weekends and the enjambments. Let’s split the metaphors equitably— you keep flame, I’ll keep ash. No one touches liminal. I’ll speak highly of your similes at open mic, nod with gentle gravitas when they ask if we’re still...collaborating. We’ll stage polite reposts, perhaps a comment...

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She served him tea and fed him his favorite snack, And also kept a bouquet of roses in his closet's rack, Yet he walked away without looking at them even once, And she felt betrayed by one of her loved ones. Yet, one day, when he was attacked my a robber, She ran-up to save him while his girl walked...

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Oh what a predicament as we sped through the night, A whole train stretched behind us without a single light, And through the thin walls we could plainly hear The threats being shouted from both front and rear. The long blonde squaddie, whose name I can’t recall Nervously panicked because he’d caused it all. An urgent call of nature on a...

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For what exactly enate Value do I personally so much Place and stake Numbers in order to derive Just how so many lives The message I so desperately sought Within to deliver And future cost It pains me dearly I may pay Will not even even see the light of day Matters not When all and sundry is forgot As I and if...

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For crying's sake, If I could cry, I'd take a break, Yet eyes stay dry. I'll stem the tears With laughter droll, And halt those fears I bane extoll....

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Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold. Dimly clear; seen near and afar. Wee men; chase around pots of gold. Missed heaven. Prospecting a star. She wishes; he’d only listen. When lovers drift. They drift bizarre. Act out; miscue the rendition. Missed heaven. Prospecting a star. He utters “turn the other cheek.” Sneakers; lacing up the crossbar. I pray he makes it through the weak. Missed heaven. Prospecting a...

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He leads me into paths of righteousness for His name's sake and He has become the keeper o'er my soul and my bright and my shinny candlelight He leads me into paths of everlasting life, He has rescued me from the never ending storms of endless misery. He restores my soul when I was feeling defeated by the cold dark and bottomless holes and pits of...

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Personally above and beyond all I hate and despise in this world Is misappropriation of certain What used to be meaningful words Critically descriptive important essential That have been devalued demeaned To such a lesser degree they bare no relation To the initial gravitas they instilled Like when I hear the throw away term Racism is used currently bounded about today With total and...

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Meow... I owe you an apology. Many apologies. I'm sorry for blocking you. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for not being ready. I'm sorry for everything. It's my fault. All of it. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry my life was incomplete without you. That I couldn't make it work on my own....

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I a low buzz, maybe a hum? under my note. I hear it—see it. give up the piece or keep it, keep it. art with children, new, gray. Blessed are the music makers. II Thoracic curve, eyes down. weight, not of the world, but of my own creation, pulls my head by a string. bare feet to...

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If you think that life Is supposedly supposed to be fair I can only presume you may have Taken a wrong turn and ended up in fools heaven As again just to me It sounds to me like You or whomever told you Or lead you into believing that Has never really actually been Anywhere near there But yes for definitely This I can most...

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If you poke an alligator with a snake Or you dance the foxtrot on a garden rake Or you kiss a crocodile Cos you love its big wide smile Then you’ve lived a lot too long for goodness sake If your tea time treat is poison ivy cake If you paid a gangster off with cash that’s fake If you just topped...

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How effortless you seem to write Under said paraffin oil and candor lit background It's almost as if one can hear the nib of your feathered quill draped in ink Scratch away at the parchment you are scribing your every intricately woven thought down upon And with furrowed brow you try your level best to articulate your true purpose and it's meaning Starring blankly at...

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CONSTANZA POETRY FOR SAKE OF MAN When I see the birds large and small Hear their melodies fill the earth I know their songs are of great worth ```````````````````````````` Or view a splashing waterfall This reminds me every day That God can take our thirst away ````````````````````````````` Or hear a woodsy echo call Each animal has purpose too In Heaven we will know 'tis...

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Why write a sonnet for a sonnet's sake? The mist has lifted and the sun is warm Within the earth and deep inside the corm Life waits. See how the ripples on the lake Reflect the light, and how the grasses shake Why stay indoors and write so in a form That long ago did take the world by storm But now...

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