Short Sip Poems
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one drop
of wine
in my glass
I would drink it
but it wouldn’t
be lady-like
and it looks so pretty
waiting.
this will not go to waste
come on have a taste
iits fine
and good wine
read the sign
am not lying
try it
take wit
and a
SIP
Form:
A sip of water is all she needs
To flourish
But I’m giving her the ocean
Little do I know
Salt kills
Little do I care
She’s ill
Form:
Slowly, but surely
Sip into my jar of tea
There you'll find me...
Twisting and turning
In childlike laughter and joy
Boy, you just got burned!
Winners sip champagne from a slipper
Losers wipe the sweat from their brow
Victory tastes sweet as apricot honey
Defeat's an empty stomach, without Ciao
i buy in, some times, good days sun light flourish granted's often taken but with this given
emotion returns the ball cap to the wind laughing chalking this one a win.
Trip On Ship and Sip
We had decided to take a nice trip,
That would be on a long, slick ship;
Started to fade;
Laid in shade
After coffee and drinks we did sip.
Jim Horn
Gentility of crystalline lace
taps upon my frigid face
a dance to tongue, snow sip.
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Line Gauthier
Eyes that have alluring Shine,
There intoxicating be filled with Wine ,
Those crimson marks on the glass..;
which the lips touched....
felt like a sip of kiss |
@brokenangel03
Celebration begins,
Charcuterie boards and
Chilled bottles of champagne.
Chilled champagne poured, served in
Coupe, flute, tulip glasses,
Creates bubbles and fizz.
Cheers, raise glasses and sip.
A sip of life
Each takes.
Listen! Parched throats, from puddles.
Hen's. Drake's.
Ah! Easy hurt
Are you.
Who can, off a fern's leaf-fall
Glug, glug
Tree frog, less gross of mouth slug
Hear too.
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Snowflakes kiss the pane,
whispers melt on frosted glass~
one last cocoa sip.
Footsteps pause beneath the eaves~
Was that reindeer on the roof?
How about a sip of wine?
Why not?
Or a teensy shot of vodka?
Sure.
Want a Bud Light?
Okay.
How about a fifth of rum?
I stare at my corrupter.
Come on Grandma! I say.
I am only eleven and I know better than that.
T-wenty-fifth January morn
E-rases the dark night;
T-uesday twilight is gone,
H-aze is swept by the light.
R-ise of the beacon Wednesday
O-bliterates the cold drip;
S-corching sun opens
A-nother bottled water to
S-ip.
Take Love's Sip
Life is all too often filled with discord.
People fighting wars, brothers die abhorred.
Visiting fantasy-land,
Dreams float by without demand.
Get a grip! Take love's sip; follow the Lord.
© July 31, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
For such a large intimidating dude, he has a dainty sip.
We were tiptoeing around him, hoping none of us would slip.
He is a bruiser of a bear, probably weighs eight hundred and two.
He’s been nursing that martini for an hour whispered my cousin Sue.
Listen to poem:
The cup rests warm in the bearer's hands
inviting a swirl fragrant sniff
to savor the wine, palm cupped
a pause before drinking
raising glass to lips
tilting the cup
heavenwards
to taste
head
laid
back
acquiescent
in ritual revelry
The hurt, the pain were now combined.
Oh love, so lost, for which she pined.
A memory of sweet embrace.
Forever gone, without a trace.
This longing, now to be dissolved.
With just a sip quickly resolved.
And so the liquid death she drank.
Into the deadly sleep she sank.
doves lade the sky like stars
the snowy white peace
a starry night released
over San Xavier del Bac
the cactus fruit and prayer
alive in sanguine petals
the mission gold altar and pews
absolved en pleine air
i sip my keepsake coffee cup
2/11/2022
A little kettle
And five tiny cups
On a small small tray
Boiling water and tea leaves
Just brew and seive several times
And a simple morning tea is ready
For friends to gather and to sip
Quietly and leisurely
Maybe with a little bit gossip
Throughout a beautiful and serene morning
As the wheel draws near,
with Fortitude, we wait.
Upright without fear,
walking thru hell toward Heaven's gate.
Unspoken prayers,
the silent song of the heart.
Brings us nearer
where once we had our start.
Joyous renewal,
Joyous return,
Heaven's jewels
An elixir filled urn....
M-ilk shake you sip
O-pens Saturday with delight;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-fter the long cold night.
M-ilk shake you sip
O-bliterates the intense heat;
N-o more scorching sun,
C-herish the coolness from head to feet.
A-llow the pain to fade,
D-enying your heartache;
A-im to stay composed, as you sip a milk shake.
A love story in an Andalusian grove
that belongs now as a last look
at a cat-scan.
Beneath that olive bower,
she sips a glass of La Rioja Alta.
He looks at the scan.
He keeps looking at the scan
hoping to see vineyards.
The fruit he sees is dark
and the vine pale.
He raises a last glass of wine
to her.
The hummingbirds, they come and play,
sip the nectar, fly away.
To the trees then back to feed.
Sun on wings, a sight indeed.
The noise they make, quite unique
Nothing like normal bird-speak.
I sit on deck, they hover near.
Enjoying life, they show no fear.
These joyous moments enhance my day
as the hummingbirds, they come and play.
A taste of sip of wine
Longing for you just like fine
Wine
Drink me for the last time
Never will feel me up again
Hold me in your hand
Standing stare and glance
Are romance
Not bitter but sweet
Like a taste of sip of wine
Drunken off my love
Longing for my touch
You'll miss so much
Taking in this moment
Because it will soon be our past