#mugs poems on Hello Poetry

JLB May 2023

Coffee

How is it, that again,
A mug of earthenware,
Spun with love hand,
Breaks in the sink,
And I glue it back together,
Where the pieces shattered.

You think I'd learn,
To be more careful,
More deliberate when I stacked the dishes,
But I've done this twice now.

I only have so many mugs to break,
Yet it seems a fact of life,
That accidents happen,
But should both these truths collide so many times again and again and again,

Then,
I will have no more mugs for my coffee.

#coffee #mugs #love #mistakes

Havran Jun 2015

Untitled

There's something about
how this night feels,
with the gentle evening breeze
passing along its own lullaby
onto the balcony
and
into the corners of our home.

There's something about
how this night feels,
with the city slowly falling asleep around us;
the lights in every window are as stars
in the encompassing night sky.

There's something about
how this night feels,
drinking hot chocolate just the way you like it
in mugs that we picked for each other.

There's something about
how this night feels,
with the scent of your hair,
and the sound of your steady breathing as you sleep
calming my weary heart.

#love #poetry #life #sleep #thoughts #night #dreaming #chocolate #city-lights #mugs

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