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.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
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
206 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
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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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 10:00pm
21st Mar 2023 10:00pm
Her Smile Reborn
Her Smile Reborn
“Same dreamy tenderness
That became love
Remembered through
A smile shared
With a stranger
As my sentimental secret”
Camellia petals for face
Whose lips find fruition
In lotus source
Plaid hip skirt ruffles
Girdle gothic nylons
Whose Stygian hue
Is the sign of a Hade’s refugee
Cast on an earthly shore
To form the warm embers of her smile
That smolders like soft stars
When Cassiopeia dreams in the sky
“Reminiscence of espresso steam
On...
“Same dreamy tenderness
That became love
Remembered through
A smile shared
With a stranger
As my sentimental secret”
Camellia petals for face
Whose lips find fruition
In lotus source
Plaid hip skirt ruffles
Girdle gothic nylons
Whose Stygian hue
Is the sign of a Hade’s refugee
Cast on an earthly shore
To form the warm embers of her smile
That smolders like soft stars
When Cassiopeia dreams in the sky
“Reminiscence of espresso steam
On...
#love
#wife
#rebirth
#coffee
#sensual
325 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 9:04pm
20th Mar 2023 9:04pm
Coffee Sacraments
Coffee Sacraments
Plaid ruffles on matrix
Where skirt reality
Meets space-time
Of unified field
Of black nylon pantyhose
Safflower crest frame
For valentine face
Dipped in camellia petals
With lipstick flag of mercy
Flowering deeper meanings
For hapless knights
Seeking her hand
In a secret marriage
Of hearts and minds
Where the lotus source
Finds fruition
Her smile is a fire in the night
To illuminate the sacred heart
Of soft stars burning bright
Where...
Plaid ruffles on matrix
Where skirt reality
Meets space-time
Of unified field
Of black nylon pantyhose
Safflower crest frame
For valentine face
Dipped in camellia petals
With lipstick flag of mercy
Flowering deeper meanings
For hapless knights
Seeking her hand
In a secret marriage
Of hearts and minds
Where the lotus source
Finds fruition
Her smile is a fire in the night
To illuminate the sacred heart
Of soft stars burning bright
Where...
#happiness
#love
#women
#friendship
#coffee
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 8:53pm
15th Mar 2023 8:53pm
Tropic Girl
Tropic Girl
Blue sky smile on silver eyelids
Bright as a Caribbean sun
Over wild kelp forest
Of Montego Bay tresses
With sail shadows on turquoise water
Dancing on the sunshine
Of crescent lipstick upturned
In welcome to treasures unknown
But open to curiosity of my gaze
Taken as golden Miami entreaties
Looking toward the Bahamas
In her musing eyes
Coy turned into her demure nets
Cast down into
The glint of her ocean crests
Blue sky smile on silver eyelids
Bright as a Caribbean sun
Over wild kelp forest
Of Montego Bay tresses
With sail shadows on turquoise water
Dancing on the sunshine
Of crescent lipstick upturned
In welcome to treasures unknown
But open to curiosity of my gaze
Taken as golden Miami entreaties
Looking toward the Bahamas
In her musing eyes
Coy turned into her demure nets
Cast down into
The glint of her ocean crests
#happiness
#women
#sea
#coffee
#dance
311 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 10:40pm
14th Mar 2023 10:40pm
Autumn Nymph
Autumn Nymph
autumn nymph
whose camellia shoulders
are bared to the midnight moon
like the cream of Milky Way dreams
naked as the stars of Cassiopeia
in the October night sky
hearth light twinkles
in her unbidden tears
for season’s colors faded
into snowy quiet
tawny lashes dusted in black powder
to match the evening sky
her black flag blouse
covers her limbo navel
where the magic
of her holy blonde fleece
finds refuge in the dark la mer
of silent...
autumn nymph
whose camellia shoulders
are bared to the midnight moon
like the cream of Milky Way dreams
naked as the stars of Cassiopeia
in the October night sky
hearth light twinkles
in her unbidden tears
for season’s colors faded
into snowy quiet
tawny lashes dusted in black powder
to match the evening sky
her black flag blouse
covers her limbo navel
where the magic
of her holy blonde fleece
finds refuge in the dark la mer
of silent...
#fall
#coffee
#fairies
#sensual
#seductive
255 reads
7 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
12th Mar 2023 10:11pm
Mornin Cigar
Verse 1
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
Morning rain keeps me in bed
Last nights beer is banging my head
I need to get up and shake leg
My mind is blank I forget what I said
I reach out for my cigarettes
And that first smoke is as good as it gets
Chorus
Black Coffee and Nicotine
There’s something missing in my bloodstream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll me over and let me dream
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Is all I need, Is all I need
Black Coffee and Nicotine
Roll...
#tobacco
#coffee
355 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Mar 2023 9:56pm
7th Mar 2023 9:56pm
Coffee Shop Revelations
Coffee Shop Revelations
Her face is a heaven-born diamond
In the jewel of her conscious lotus
Whose pentagrams blossom
With tattooed dreams
Black velvet vest
like in a midnight club for dark angels
Dark leather skirt
rising for Biblical revelations
Thick soled boots
that make her tall
as a corn stalk
rising from a gothic prairie
Tresses in bun
like a mushroom in a mythic forest
Her face is a heaven-born diamond
In the jewel of her conscious lotus
Whose pentagrams blossom
With tattooed dreams
Black velvet vest
like in a midnight club for dark angels
Dark leather skirt
rising for Biblical revelations
Thick soled boots
that make her tall
as a corn stalk
rising from a gothic prairie
Tresses in bun
like a mushroom in a mythic forest
#women
#coffee
#sensual
#sexy
#seductive
270 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 1:44am
6th Mar 2023 1:44am
Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
Lost in Post-Feminist Dichotomies
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
“Sir, I don’t mean to take up too much of your time on this lovely Sunday but tell me, are you married?”
“Well, to my wife in heaven.”
Her girlfriend asks, “Do you believe in heaven?”
“As an abstract concept that may exist in some cosmic way of being.”
“My friend Sherri here has been trying to convince me to give up Christianity. She says my husband is Jewish therefore we should both give up our faiths so we can be the same as atheists. That way we will be on the same...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#coffee
#feminism
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Mar 2023 00:43am
6th Mar 2023 00:43am
Sunday Patroness
Sunday Patroness
Tasseled ponytails
Dangle to nape defined
By burnt umber neckline
Of dress
And tresses are roofed
By sienna flapper hat
Below her hemline ornaments sway
In changes as subtle as sundial shadows
Indian paintbrush native
Of the coffee shop realm
A Saharan sparrow
Who could summer in St. Tropez
Tasseled ponytails
Dangle to nape defined
By burnt umber neckline
Of dress
And tresses are roofed
By sienna flapper hat
Below her hemline ornaments sway
In changes as subtle as sundial shadows
Indian paintbrush native
Of the coffee shop realm
A Saharan sparrow
Who could summer in St. Tropez
#women
#beauty
#coffee #sensual
#coffee #sensual
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 6:22pm
28th Feb 2023 6:22pm
Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
#night
#coffee
#lover
#sensual
#seductive
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 5:43pm
27th Feb 2023 5:43pm
the stealing
The Stealing
A big black bike, with frugal rubber tires
and an old-fashioned handlebar,
is leaning against a whitewashed wall,
this morning.
Someone had nicked it on the way from
the bar last night:
so, the thief lives in one of the stone cottages
around here.
The bike looks catholic,
isn’t telling,
made of hollow steel tubes, chains and rubber
it really doesn’t care who rides it.
It didn’t use to be like this, years ago
I often found a donkey grazing outside
the houses seemed to be an everyday thing, ...
A big black bike, with frugal rubber tires
and an old-fashioned handlebar,
is leaning against a whitewashed wall,
this morning.
Someone had nicked it on the way from
the bar last night:
so, the thief lives in one of the stone cottages
around here.
The bike looks catholic,
isn’t telling,
made of hollow steel tubes, chains and rubber
it really doesn’t care who rides it.
It didn’t use to be like this, years ago
I often found a donkey grazing outside
the houses seemed to be an everyday thing, ...
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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