Sips Poems - Poems about Sips

Best bitters; black bar beer, Brewed brown but ~ bottled blue. Drunk dirty; delays drag, During dark ~ dreadful days. Though taken through tough times, Thoughts turn to ~ tingling taste. Confusing consciousness, Clear conscience ~ clouded case. Still sip slow, sounds so sane, Same songs sung ~ safety strong. Brains behave beautifully Breeding bright ~ better behaviors....

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Ringhiare verses Knurren, he smoked a Gurka Royal Courtesan, singing "Snorfin Lowgalling" and Lettmi Love You". Two sips of the Sidting Droft ( sherry and white grape juice mix), he began asking things in his native tougne. I couldn't understand him. He was a harvester of things who made millions farming winter greens and hogs....

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A vintage wine’s a precious gift! We see how much remains, can tease the tongue and ration it (and plumb life’s glass’s curves), fermented taste that knows no bounds (like one who’s drunk on life) where naked feet that brave sea’s edge would dance like Fred Astaire). Yet, human love can bring life joy champagne can’t know, won’t dare, a...

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The sun rose early today. Chilly air makes me miss her. The scent of freshly brewed coffee along the Herrengasse brings me to rise. My head aches from last night’s wine. The street is quiet like autumn. A sharp breeze makes me think of loneliness. A horse-drawn carriage echoes as an old man with a tired beard sips a coffee. The steam...

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O’ yon lady colorful you are Still thy head ever-so tilts towards the right As you hold the book opened end… You read the passages of yarns Mysteries and love loons While also you’re pour sugar into your hot-tea How colorful you are Beautiful eyes reading those words embedded in the book wit pages While also sipping on hot tea You’re reading gracefully 11/04/19 Written words...

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I was wracked with anxiousness- The same overwhelming sensation that attacks your body and mind When you bring your lips in contact with the sticky rim of a cup Funneling out spirals of hot content warning signs You try to cool down the situation staring you straight in the face By puffing out blows of chilling air to numb...

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passion sips tasting my lips all thoughts chase ing fingertips tracing delicate flesh drips mind beyond this next touch embrace this moment never given up clouds swirl through our dreaming days moonbeams twirl into our love haze shadows dance onto our stage watching as our sweet love is made time drips passion sips ?...

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Ol' Jack Cody was a hard drinkin' cuss He loved red wine and the whiskey that sips Met a young lady who made a big fuss An' gave it all up for a taste of her lips He stopped his gamblin' and runnin' around Cleaned up well and started drinkin' sody Friends shook their heads at this new man they found Wondered...

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pitter patter goes the rain upon the roofs upon the streets upon the heads of us all walking in the west to our nearest grocery store or convenient store with our common human thirst coming from the daily grind, yet our own exertion here is absolutely nothing like that of the people in the lands far far away, whose resources we have become experts at squeezing every last drop into our cars into our products into our lives & now back into our bodies as we take the last refuge---that very nectar of life which keeps all...

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Colorful Feathers, Delicious nectar is found Wings rejoice the day...

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Death of Cheer The world of self-indulgence robbed her day. She drank some sips of cheer along the way. Some fellows came with smiles; and I must say. They need not bother; She has passed away. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 26, 2010 Poetic form: Elegy...

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rock to rock small sips red winged blackbird takes leaning towards the sun, Iris protects.... seed to seed small sips ...

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I lay to waste The sweetest lips And drink to taste The bitter sips I close my eyes To the beautiful face And dream the lies Away without a trace I chose to stray From the heart I hold And put it away Like the clothes we fold I live with pain From what I’ve done And grasp in vain Nothing under the sun…....

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Two old friends gather thousands of stories to tell in between the laughter....

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