Red, Red Wine

Someone pass that wine - grapes waiting to traverse our lips should not be teased with time. release the sun you have gathered over this last year ,and make all our words spoken from these poets hearts something we all need to hear. That felt good... peace and may all your writes age as well as the wine.

Nice poem, simple but sweet and the most important thing is I can relate to this one. 5/5 without doubts!!!

I love thissss. And the repitiion really worked. I'm not in my right mind to comment at the moment, but I couldn't just read this without commenting! 5/5

` Liz =]

Quite an interesting poem.

I really loved the ending to this.

The red, red wine part kind of threw me off >.<
I think it would work better if you just put that at the end.. but thats just an opinion.
still 5/5 :D