My cup

Fri, 05/01/2020 - 05:47 -- maryem

My coffee is black

Like the night sky's color

The sugar

Is like the bright stars in it

The smell

Is like the fresh air

The warm touch of the cup

Is like a hug 

In short, it's a hug in a mug

Tasting like love 

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741