Mihaela Pirjol

A Glass Of Wine - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The Spring in sorrow
Blurred my tomorrow,
My crimson wine
Won't promise Divine.

Inhaling the smoke,
Can't fix my broke
Of heart that's dying,
Can't hold its crying.

Promise me bright
On tomorrow's sight,
A dream to attain
No more in disdain.

Sing me a song,
Regain my heart strong;
Bring me sunshine
In this glass of wine.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about A Glass Of Wine by Mihaela Pirjol

  • Rajesh Thankappan Rajesh Thankappan (6/3/2016 10:35:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (5/12/2016 7:45:00 AM)

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

  • Anthony Burkett Anthony Burkett (10/19/2014 12:35:00 PM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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