Coffee Poems
#coffee
Coffee poems, here you'll find poems about coffee! Poetry about cafe and coffee culture, the stimulant effects of coffee, caffeine addiction and starting the day with that first cup of coffee in the morning.
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a...
#Africa
#children
#coffee #historical
#coffee #historical
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Polynesian Barista
Polynesian Barista
She is the fragrance
Of an orchid Lea
From a South Sea Hulu dancer
Whose grass skirt waves
In the tropic breeze
Her Pele spirit a lava flow
Across smoking slopes
Of denim shorts
Vested in bosom sacraments
Whose black flag
Hides pink periwinkles
Her smile the promise
Of lipstick luau
For photographic eye safari
When her conch shell timbre
Sounds from the blue cathedral
Where cetaceans dream
She is the fragrance
Of an orchid Lea
From a South Sea Hulu dancer
Whose grass skirt waves
In the tropic breeze
Her Pele spirit a lava flow
Across smoking slopes
Of denim shorts
Vested in bosom sacraments
Whose black flag
Hides pink periwinkles
Her smile the promise
Of lipstick luau
For photographic eye safari
When her conch shell timbre
Sounds from the blue cathedral
Where cetaceans dream
#beauty
#coffee
#sea
#seductive
#sensual
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Figured You'll Want One After Last Night
Dina woke hungover and naked.
Jason walked in with cups of coffee.
He gave one to her.
Jason walked in with cups of coffee.
He gave one to her.
#alcohol
#coffee
#fiction
#hurt
#sex
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Finding Love at the Waffle House
The Waffle House on the outskirts of Lebanon, MO, exudes an unmistakable aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee that seems to hang in the air like a comforting cloud. This quaint establishment features vinyl booths in shades of fading turquoise and a counter worn smooth by the countless elbows of truckers, tourists, and townsfolk that have propped there over the years. The linoleum floor, a checkerboard of black and white squares, bears the scuffs and marks of time and the shuffling feet of daily patrons.
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
Maggie, a 42-year-old waitress, glides through the diner with practiced...
#coffee
#sex
#travel
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Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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Coffee Haiku, a Cycle
Cup of coffee left.
On low wall outside office.
Collecting raindrops.
Two days pass, a third.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
Is it now more rain?
A light winter frost.
It glazes leaves and walkways.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
On low wall outside office.
Collecting raindrops.
Two days pass, a third.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
Is it now more rain?
A light winter frost.
It glazes leaves and walkways.
Coffee cup remains, sat there.
#coffee
#haiku
#nature #winter
#nature #winter
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A Tale of a Cup of Coffee
It feels safe here
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
A gentle escape from fame
My disguise working well
Even the guy at the Deli on the corner
Didn't pay me no mind
I asked for hazelnut instead of regular
It smells great but taste is often lacking
The story of my life wraps around coffee
I tried so hard to achieve greatness
Now hiding from the very thing I thought I wanted most
Everyone wants a piece of your privacy
Selling my soul for headlines was a mistake
I couldn't have known then, to busy with my arrogance
Shit, he put sugar in my...
#coffee
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
#PopCulture
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Daydreams of a Barista
Daydreams of a Barista
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
#coffee
#magic
#mythology
#sensual
#women
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Sorry About Last Night
Clare finally opened her eyes.
She discovered that she's hungover and naked.
That's before David walked in.
He gave her a cup of coffee.
"Sorry about last night.", David regretfully said.
She discovered that she's hungover and naked.
That's before David walked in.
He gave her a cup of coffee.
"Sorry about last night.", David regretfully said.
#alcohol
#coffee
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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Sparks and Embers
Sparks and Embers
She is the torchlight
Reflected in the eyes of a Valkyrie
When midnight moonlight
Shimmers in the pleats
Of her Stygian skirt
Like the dance of hearth flames
Unsheathed
In the naked starlight
She flickers
Like the fiery scimitar
Wielded by the angel
At the portals of Eden
She is the dream
Of a lonely wolf
That knows the soul
Of jasmine burning
With the fragrance
Of her lupine heart
She is the torchlight
Reflected in the eyes of a Valkyrie
When midnight moonlight
Shimmers in the pleats
Of her Stygian skirt
Like the dance of hearth flames
Unsheathed
In the naked starlight
She flickers
Like the fiery scimitar
Wielded by the angel
At the portals of Eden
She is the dream
Of a lonely wolf
That knows the soul
Of jasmine burning
With the fragrance
Of her lupine heart
#beauty
#coffee
#night
#sensual
#women
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Coffee and women
I drink coffee black...
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
#coffee
#morning
#women
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4 Comments
Is She Doing It To Make Me Jealous Or What?
Wayne was sitting in
a dive having some coffee
and reading some Bradbury.
That's before he looked
across the street and saw his
wife kissing some other guy.
a dive having some coffee
and reading some Bradbury.
That's before he looked
across the street and saw his
wife kissing some other guy.
#betrayal
#coffee
#fiction
#lover
#wife
116 reads
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