A Glass Of Wine Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

A Glass Of Wine

Rating: 5.0


The spring of sorrow:
Blurred—my tomorrow;
This crimson wine,
Won't promise the Sublime!

Inhaling the smoke,
I cannot fix my broken
Heart that is dying:
I cannot hold its crying!

Promise me! —bright
Is tomorrow's sight!
A dream to attain:
No more in disdain!

Sing me a song,
To regain my heart strong!
Bring me sunshine,
In this glass of wine!

Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love,song,sorrow,wine
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 13 October 2018

A touching expression on wine has been made astutely which gives pleasure and pain. Thanks for sharing.10

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Rajesh Thankappan 03 June 2016

I too feel that this poem of your sync with my poem ' How I Wish for A Glass of Wine, ' and both poems complement each other very well. Hope the spirit of wine sings a lullaby and lulls its consumer to sleep! Loved the poem very much.

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 May 2016

Love and pain! But, you still have a dream to attain in life. Thanks for sharing.

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Anthony Burkett 19 October 2014

The bottle is drained... and all that remains... is the sweet refrain... of memories. Porto?

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