Sipping Poems - Poems about Sipping

First place glory? So that's the story Just as I fear No Benjamins here...

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My body's all aching and wracked with pain Not sure I want to travel this highway again Once is enough Journey's been tough Who am I, life's been like sipping champagne ...

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Bereft and alone since love was lost, she sits in deep shadows humming the same song sipping claret from a Lismore goblet Day and night, in silence she dwells Time no longer sifts through an hourglass. Heartache has cast a wicked spell cursing her into a void of loneliness She's drawn the drapes, praying an eclipse will fill the abyss into which she's...

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Perched in a leafy tree sipping on poetry eyes trained on rolling hills toggling ‘tween windowsills points of vantage as yet unimagined heretofore ne’er examined Dare one say ‘the thrill is...

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Little Lee sits on edge of his peach mint tea Drawing his right leg clear up to one knee Sipping with a teensy slurp, so delicately We are taking lessons from our friend Little Lee...

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Sipping his warm tasty gnome grog in the snow We see troll’s size fourteen feet and we laugh at his ugly toe Why doesn’t he wear shoes or boots someone says. Too warm blooded me thinks, says my cousin Inez....

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First sunbeams in the reflection of dew drops, as your silent tears of melancholy beholds the glowing moon with your intense gaze veiled in nostalgia, hidden in your deepest sapphire emotions, my Venus. The aroma of caramel in the breath of your gold heart, wrapped in a blanket of diamond dreams, yearning for mine, beneath a cobalt sky of...

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Alabaster streaks of warmth in its dewy first glow, tepidly stirring the senses, as my gaze roams to the trickle of ebony beads; in the distance, chimes of granular dustings, with fragrances rich in mahogany earthen grounds, shaking the last of the quondam night’s moon specks, as life’s poignant rays seep deep into my sights, coaxing myself out of...

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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma, like this dopamine boosting flavor I taste. I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart, breath by breath so that my soul may be chaste” He is the one that loves me and watches me night and day as I sip my coffee I ponder on...

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Once a week, on a Friday I have the most delightful way I escape from all household chores When Friday comes, I shut all the doors To trouble and woe, Then off I go. I take Friday slow, And savour every second Because I know That Father Time will beckon And the time will pass too fast, I don't mind, If the weather rains or shines, It will...

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King Midas cannot compare with an abundance of gold Such earthly treasure ground, roasted and lo and behold Blessed from the ancient merchants of the Africa’s and the East It is more than a suave sip, for mortals are drawn to a feast Of an aroma that cascades and hits all the right notes Served on the world’s climates, iced,...

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Listen to the silence, before the sip of this brewed potion, an enticing concoction, Do you hear the harvest , The songs oozing from the volcanic sandy loam, perspiring earthy herbs that graciously glow, sprinkling notes of the sweetest flowers, the heavenly dark red golden lake that awaits, in the ark of this marble mint...

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Line of enquiry: “God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste” When ego controls a soul's mortal direction, some remain asleep without a spiritual connection. I count my blessings upon dawn's resurrection, as an...

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Remember playtime moments shared. When as two children, nicely paired, with clinking spoons or tiny cups pretended coffee like grown-ups. And, then you said, I am old enough. I need the caffeine in this stuff.” Can you recall the virgin sip, that burned your mouth and seared your lip? Sip slowly on a tender tongue, a smoking brew to overcome, and wake the hungry nighttime...

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“Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste.” That first scented breath inhaled as sweet as e'er I have smelled. The first, the fine nonpareil, only lasts till death expel. Oh, that prime refreshing breath leading to ultimate death. I atone for sins unknown. A mere babe, my courage flown. A sip from the flowing Fount, living a life to surmount. With the angels...

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