The gods of old, in their abodes,
Did taste of mellow's bitter tones.
Ambrosia's sweet, with honeyed hues,
Pales in comparison, they muse.
For mellow's taste is melancholy,
A syrupy sadness, thick and wholly,
That drips from lips of bittersweet,
A nectar made for souls to weep.
So let the tears fall freely now,
As gods themselves taste mellow's howl.
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This was my second poem for the word prompt, and I was contemplating a while ago on which is which. hahah😅
So tell me guys if this one's much better than what I used for the Versification. (Though I can't change my entry, since it's already submitted.🥺) And I'm very much open for constructive criticisms, so feel free to interact with me. ❤️🥰
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
