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 trees
It's been a long time feelings
For green tree frog to
wear the same story time feelings
And my winter morning
to share the him
In plain text to woods
Yields drups and the time
Riverdale Violeta and
My myth of the day
dear Plcing the night
green tree
From hills to dear
Frosted fingers
On ginger glass
Window AC.
For green tree frog to
wear the same story time feelings
And my winter morning
to share the him
In plain text to woods
Yields drups and the time
Riverdale Violeta and
My myth of the day
dear Plcing the night
green tree
From hills to dear
Frosted fingers
On ginger glass
Window AC.
#coffee
#food
#tea
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a Goa restaurant
The Goa restaurant was in a quiet neighbourhood
a place with small shops selling domestic wares
of the things needed for everyday use
a place I would like to live instead of in a tower block
on entering the restaurant, I took a direct aversion
of the dark blue brocade covering the chairs and also
of the golden-painted walls, but let it pass.
The food we were served was good but ordinary
In the Indian style, they tend to use the same spices
so, all dishes that, in the end, taste the same.
We drank cold beer, and later, my wife had ice cream ...
a place with small shops selling domestic wares
of the things needed for everyday use
a place I would like to live instead of in a tower block
on entering the restaurant, I took a direct aversion
of the dark blue brocade covering the chairs and also
of the golden-painted walls, but let it pass.
The food we were served was good but ordinary
In the Indian style, they tend to use the same spices
so, all dishes that, in the end, taste the same.
We drank cold beer, and later, my wife had ice cream ...
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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The Server
The Server
date palm oasis
In the shade of her dress
Her smile the sun
Whose kinky curls
Are solar flares
With fleur de lis eye shadow
In the red light of day
My heart pierced
By the throb of her lips
Whose upturned crescent
Is a silver scimitar
Of Arabian heat
Fabled in the noon
When her skirt falls
Over the golden treasures
Hidden in hourglass sands
date palm oasis
In the shade of her dress
Her smile the sun
Whose kinky curls
Are solar flares
With fleur de lis eye shadow
In the red light of day
My heart pierced
By the throb of her lips
Whose upturned crescent
Is a silver scimitar
Of Arabian heat
Fabled in the noon
When her skirt falls
Over the golden treasures
Hidden in hourglass sands
#women
#erotic
#coffee
#sensual
#seductive
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The little sheeps.
The colour Red.
Sugar cubes colourless
Forming by maths
and goddess sarada ma.
In blood flow of anandomoyeema.
Sugar cubes colourless
Forming by maths
and goddess sarada ma.
In blood flow of anandomoyeema.
#coffee
#food
#tea
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The Little butler.
Buns on butter
Fried chicken
and olives
pepper with
Cheese
bun above it.
In a
wine tart.
Fried chicken
and olives
pepper with
Cheese
bun above it.
In a
wine tart.
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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Morning Dance
When we lift our heads
and we feel the landscape flee
as if the planet spins faster
as if our body had abandoned us.
And then with a light head we do
all movements forgotten
from morning ballet to coffee
our body on the ground and us floating.
The pink tights on the floor
pointe shoes hanging around your neck
and the dance that never ends
a dance that tires and falls asleep.
Pirouettes, loose steps, fourth position
coffee with too much sugar for the blood
almost dry bread, almost dry bread...
and the...
and we feel the landscape flee
as if the planet spins faster
as if our body had abandoned us.
And then with a light head we do
all movements forgotten
from morning ballet to coffee
our body on the ground and us floating.
The pink tights on the floor
pointe shoes hanging around your neck
and the dance that never ends
a dance that tires and falls asleep.
Pirouettes, loose steps, fourth position
coffee with too much sugar for the blood
almost dry bread, almost dry bread...
and the...
#love
#mirror
#coffee
#myself
#passion
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short jean sky
short jean sky
midnight nail polish
of iron-dark waves
on Delphic tides
an oracular waxing
deep in pentacles
of tarot queen
whose thunder
is an ivory storm
like the ribboned muscles
of a snow leopard on the prowl
seen through denim cracks
of Tibetan cirrus
midnight nail polish
of iron-dark waves
on Delphic tides
an oracular waxing
deep in pentacles
of tarot queen
whose thunder
is an ivory storm
like the ribboned muscles
of a snow leopard on the prowl
seen through denim cracks
of Tibetan cirrus
#women
#beauty
#coffee
#sensual
#seductive
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Rapturous Raptor
Rapturous Raptor
The burning coals of her eyes
Sizzle with Amazon strength
A touch of yang brawn
Framed by her muscle shirt
That floats in her sea of yin
Like a syllable in her sonnet
Rolling off her tongue of flame
To singe my male hinges
And plunder the cabinets
Of my masculine power
Into the great fall
Of her own brand of sin
The burning coals of her eyes
Sizzle with Amazon strength
A touch of yang brawn
Framed by her muscle shirt
That floats in her sea of yin
Like a syllable in her sonnet
Rolling off her tongue of flame
To singe my male hinges
And plunder the cabinets
Of my masculine power
Into the great fall
Of her own brand of sin
#erotic
#coffee
#sensual #seductive
#sensual #seductive
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Quiet Thoughts on a Spring Morning Dog Walk
We're rounding the corner of 79th Street
Onyx and I
Making sure the coast is clear
She doesn't like busses
A bus stop is there
I could avoid the stop but...
She needs to get used to them
They're everywhere here
She's getting better
This isn't small town Texas
An adopted hound
We've had her close to 4 months now
It's early morning
Wind is calm and not as cold as usual
I'm thinking about poetry and DUP
All that it takes to write here now
Latest chapter is bots and privacy
Then I see some lovely purple...
Onyx and I
Making sure the coast is clear
She doesn't like busses
A bus stop is there
I could avoid the stop but...
She needs to get used to them
They're everywhere here
She's getting better
This isn't small town Texas
An adopted hound
We've had her close to 4 months now
It's early morning
Wind is calm and not as cold as usual
I'm thinking about poetry and DUP
All that it takes to write here now
Latest chapter is bots and privacy
Then I see some lovely purple...
#dogs
#flowers
#spring
#morning
#coffee
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Pacifism Over Coffee
Pacifism Over Coffee
Sweet sassafras personified
In blonde sunshine promise
Of mornings unbound by war
Poverty or disease
A world at the peace
Reflected in her smile
And the golden energy of her eyes
That floods the empty spaces
In the deep space of my heart
Where her alchemy of dark matter
Converts the water in my eyes
Into the tears of joy
Sweet sassafras personified
In blonde sunshine promise
Of mornings unbound by war
Poverty or disease
A world at the peace
Reflected in her smile
And the golden energy of her eyes
That floods the empty spaces
In the deep space of my heart
Where her alchemy of dark matter
Converts the water in my eyes
Into the tears of joy
#beauty
#peace
#spiritual
#coffee
#uplifting
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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 brew of exquisite...
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 brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
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Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
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