Flask Poems - Poems about Flask

In this empty heart, There's a glass flask With magic, corked up, In the corner, forgotten. Once upon a time, It was open— Heart enmagicked With notions To fly and measure the sky, To sink in the world of dreams. Now they live in the flask so great, Forgotten, just like my sweet, Smiling face. ...

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The calmness of my head, Is gut-wrenching, instead. These vicious lights around, Are making my heart pound. Those blazing speaker is happiness for seeker, But their happiness is making me weaker. Those crickets screaming around, Telling the story which was never told aloud. The bustling streets and car's screech, Predicting the story which is meant to preach. Those gleaming households, filled with love and laughs, Are...

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I offered doc a sip from my flask He automatically removed his mask Two or three long sips later Doc called for his mask locator...

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Drink Flask See the drink flask there on the desk A boring blue in colour Slightly scratched and dinted Well used by the owner Made to look normal Like it was just a flask To carry coffee or juice Drink it while you eat Your dinner in work Or sandwiches out hiking The things of a normal world All illusion soon to change For this contains no drink Not...

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Why would one ask, If the carving of a mask Is, indeed, a task When to simply this question ask Is itself a task? Mask carvers in their job bask, Their wine glasses beside a cask, Their African salad in their flask, Their own faces a beatific Mask… Sweet styles of reducing the heat From a long sitting on a...

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Immune to the virus, I am. I eat green eggs and ham. That I eat daily with a fork. Hah, science, I’m no dork! I use Johnson & Johnson shampoo. So I’m topically vaxxed, immune too! Sure add bleach in my drinking water. Since Covid can’t live where it’s hotter. Wearing a mask is just for Halloween....

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I found my tartan Thermos flask, not used it for some time, the faded squares still visible beneath a film of grime. A bit or rust around the base, the side a dent or two, the top that doubles for a cup has split, so that won't do. But all the same it does it's job for when one's on the go, keeps hot things...

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He reaches for his genie in a silver flask "Oh Yeah...do me babeeee"- he laughs His every wish is her every command And he is her true and devoted man She is so fluid and so golden...

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Why??? Why??? I can’t breath Allah in treacherous ground It is special But not blind Dust shakes I can’t imagine My lover from the wake Let me breath, oh so Allah When I come today...

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A Little Nip To Settle Your Stomach And Gladden Your Heart To Warm The Nights While We're Apart...

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dear change, i've seen you here before scratching scoundrel itching with mange- the undomesticated mutt. charmed, finessed (i am the butt of your joke) (you are the ash to my smoke) dear change, loop swoop pull & push- peering thru the burning bush, all teehees & cracking leaves; oh dear change, i only want to ask, will you share whatever's in your flask?...

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