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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Alarm resonates
By the bed side
A morning thirst
For a new spirit,
A dextrose crave,
With a contagious aroma,
Dark brown to light
Lost in the maze
Rejuvenate all wishes
Intoxicates blood flow
First sip, a door to a day
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Until the end
But still,
Wish is for one more cup of awakening
From sunrise to sunset
To revive a breath
Which connect “you” to “I”

A round of applause
In a conscious state
Theme: Morning shows the day
Shared from my Anthology,Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Midnight Feb 2018
Sip
You worship me
I know you do
Don't lie
You don't fool me

Late at night
You kiss me
You drink me in
You ******* sweetness

Sometimes we talk
I tell you lies
Like how pretty your eyes are
Or how you can actually dance

Best thing is
You believe me
Which makes you hate me in the morning
But you always come back in the night
hazem al jaber Dec 2017
Let's sip ...

let's sip together ...
from each other's eyes ...
as we sip our coffee...
with every new day ...
let's sip together ...
to dive one the other ...
into my see's eyes ...
til we reach both ...
so deep there ...
into one other's heart ...

sweetheart ...
let's sip each other's eyes ...
to see there inside ..
the beauty which we feel ...
which we need to see ...
there into our souls ...
where the beauties are ...
inside me and you ...

the beauty may ****** the eyes ...
but the beauty soul ****** the heart ...
as we both my angel ...
saw what we both got inside ...
the beauty of our souls ...

so , sweetheart ...
don't ever show your heart ...
it's shown within your eyes ...
i swear that i see ...
it beats as the bright ...
however i look deeply ...
inside your eyes ...

let's keep sipping ...
as we every morning ...
together sipping our coffee ...


good morning my love ...

hazem al ...
Jide Badmus Sep 2017
I want to
take a sip
of you;
slip through
the treasure gate
and locate pleasure spots.
Jim Davis May 2017
resting upon porch
swallows sipping pond's still glass
She brings mint juleps
Andrei Marin Mar 2017
The universe in a cup,
Raise it to your lip,
Sing a note of silence,
Then take a timeless sip.
As a theophile, tea is an important part of my life; with each sip of good tea feeling timeless.
I kiss your beautiful warm red lips my beloved
It intoxicates me as if I have taken bottle of wine
The moment in sheer jubilation I open its tight lid
I gives impression that my love you are but mine

Come to me I want to fill eyes with your beauty
My love wants to take you in eternal love chain
Not to depart, not to play with my heart on plea
It is not easy to forebear, go through severe pain

My romantic nature makes me to sip drop by drop
All wine, taste and flavor of you blooming youth
She is so anxious in love that appears to be the prop
Let my love be together to heart's satisfaction,sooth

Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Liam C Calhoun May 2016
She tapped my
Shoulder,
I caught carpels.

The “heavy” caught
My breath,
I feared death.

But I’d sip like the
Wind,
I’d open my sails.

And She’d later smile,
A daughter,
And I’d live;

Eternal.
My daughter made me fear death.
Madison Y Sep 2015
I thought I saw you on the bus today,
He had brown hair, like yours
Or was it black?
His eyes blue, but
Not as blue as yours.
Were your eyes blue?
I can't remember
How many times you'd stir your drink before taking a sip,
The hand you used when running your fingers through your hair,
Or which cheek dimpled when your mouth widened into its crooked smile.
The boy on the bus,
He knew. He was more of you
Than you ever were.
I didn't miss you, I missed who I thought you were.
Liam C Calhoun Aug 2015
The last sip of bourbon;
And I miss my horse.

The last sip of bourbon;
And I stick to pine sap.

The last sip of bourbon;
And I change the channel.

The last sip of bourbon;
And I ask when she sleeps.

The last sip of bourbon;
"The sooner, the better."

The last sip of bourbon;
And I accept the answer.

The last sip of bourbon;
And I'd once heard an hour.

The last sip of bourbon;
And let the ice dance.

The last sip of bourbon;
And every poem has its end.

Let it end.
I yearn for Kentucky.
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