Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online
#coffee
KristinaX
Poem Published
15th May 2022 3:45pm
15th May 2022 3:45pm
Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
524 reads
34 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
15th May 2022 3:45pm
15th May 2022 3:45pm
Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
524 reads
34 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
15th May 2022 3:45pm
15th May 2022 3:45pm
Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
524 reads
34 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 12:16pm
6th Aug 2022 12:16pm
Kaldi
My goats
would feast on berries red
that made them sing and dance
so I fetched some to the monastery
of their holies to enquire
They said it spawned temptation
shrugged and shook their heads
then cast them on the fire
But wooed by blessed aroma
oblivious to scorn
I boiled some in a pot
to brew up cups of courage
all dark and piping hot
My quaff that warms
the cruelest winter's chill
doth truly banish flagging hearts
so each of you enjoy
from that day hence and still
our darling coffee as you will ...
would feast on berries red
that made them sing and dance
so I fetched some to the monastery
of their holies to enquire
They said it spawned temptation
shrugged and shook their heads
then cast them on the fire
But wooed by blessed aroma
oblivious to scorn
I boiled some in a pot
to brew up cups of courage
all dark and piping hot
My quaff that warms
the cruelest winter's chill
doth truly banish flagging hearts
so each of you enjoy
from that day hence and still
our darling coffee as you will ...
#coffee
#humankind
306 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 12:16pm
6th Aug 2022 12:16pm
Kaldi
My goats
would feast on berries red
that made them sing and dance
so I fetched some to the monastery
of their holies to enquire
They said it spawned temptation
shrugged and shook their heads
then cast them on the fire
But wooed by blessed aroma
oblivious to scorn
I boiled some in a pot
to brew up cups of courage
all dark and piping hot
My quaff that warms
the cruelest winter's chill
doth truly banish flagging hearts
so each of you enjoy
from that day hence and still
our darling coffee as you will ...
would feast on berries red
that made them sing and dance
so I fetched some to the monastery
of their holies to enquire
They said it spawned temptation
shrugged and shook their heads
then cast them on the fire
But wooed by blessed aroma
oblivious to scorn
I boiled some in a pot
to brew up cups of courage
all dark and piping hot
My quaff that warms
the cruelest winter's chill
doth truly banish flagging hearts
so each of you enjoy
from that day hence and still
our darling coffee as you will ...
#coffee
#humankind
306 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Barista Queen of Skirts
Barista Queen of Skirts
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
#coffee
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
53 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Barista Queen of Skirts
Barista Queen of Skirts
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
#coffee
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
53 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Barista Queen of Skirts
Barista Queen of Skirts
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
#coffee
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
53 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Barista Queen of Skirts
Barista Queen of Skirts
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
#coffee
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
53 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
11th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Barista Queen of Skirts
Barista Queen of Skirts
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
Eighteen but still dressed in the knife pleat
Of a lapsed Catholic Schoolgirl
Skirt flirt
She is a succubus symphony
When the pink cutlass of her lipstick
Slices through the armor
Of my Catholic Schoolboy tweeds
That create the illusion of youth
For this greying earl
In my salt and pepper hair years
She burns a path
Like strong whiskey
Poured down the throat of my masculinity
As she melts me at the root
With the azalea flame of her kissable lips
That is the sear of a modern-day...
#coffee
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
#women
53 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 3:02pm
20th Mar 2024 3:02pm
Throat
unrestrained and greedy
I throw myself at you
not knowing where you come from
without asking you anything
unintentionally, like this, unintentionally...
I feel myself dissolving
like honey in your coffee
I feel numb and restless
I feel this way, I feel...
I start coughing nonstop
as if your saliva wouldn't let me
respond, breathe, resolve
not knowing what to say
not knowing, thus, not knowing.
I throw myself at you
not knowing where you come from
without asking you anything
unintentionally, like this, unintentionally...
I feel myself dissolving
like honey in your coffee
I feel numb and restless
I feel this way, I feel...
I start coughing nonstop
as if your saliva wouldn't let me
respond, breathe, resolve
not knowing what to say
not knowing, thus, not knowing.
#sadness
#coffee
131 reads
11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 3:02pm
20th Mar 2024 3:02pm
Throat
unrestrained and greedy
I throw myself at you
not knowing where you come from
without asking you anything
unintentionally, like this, unintentionally...
I feel myself dissolving
like honey in your coffee
I feel numb and restless
I feel this way, I feel...
I start coughing nonstop
as if your saliva wouldn't let me
respond, breathe, resolve
not knowing what to say
not knowing, thus, not knowing.
I throw myself at you
not knowing where you come from
without asking you anything
unintentionally, like this, unintentionally...
I feel myself dissolving
like honey in your coffee
I feel numb and restless
I feel this way, I feel...
I start coughing nonstop
as if your saliva wouldn't let me
respond, breathe, resolve
not knowing what to say
not knowing, thus, not knowing.
#sadness
#coffee
131 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online
