a mug will never truly lose
a mug will never truly lose
all its juices, liquids whose
vitamins, when taken solely
to resent that which is holy,
can amount to grievous pain,
and eternal, mournful rain,
for the scars caused by its hit
would cause shattering; each bit
holds potential to cut deep,
put you into restless sleep.
it is up to you to choose,
but mugs will never truly lose.
©LukaKorba
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Nice poetry @lukakorba
Thank you! What did you enjoy most about it? :)
Well the way you describe the pain and sufferings through the example of a mug and the rhymes made it look so attractive. Keep up the good work :)
Thank you! :) I tried to use a simple enough object to express a slightly more complex concept. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
That is amazing!!.
Thank you! :) What did you like about it? :)
Nice poetry.. feel the pain of cup..
That which is inside the mug is the real poison, and thus it is both the mug and the drinker who suffer.
Hm. Short and sweet with cute rhymes. This is really nice.
Thank you so much! :)