Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online
#coffee
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
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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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
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
58 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
3rd Apr 2025 00:56am
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
58 reads
2 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Jizzman
Jizzman
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 6:47am
13th Feb 2024 6:47am
These Dreams...
In this dream, we are together,
Inside a naff café -
Chatting over coffee...
Smiling.
Ok, maybe I still desire the special grill but hey,
Don't be distracted -
It'll help me concentrate;
Not that I need to, because,
I have examined each cute dimple,
Hook, line and sinker, that exist,
On your pretty little face.
I love your story too...
In fact, I wanna learn so much more!
You are perfectly imperfect with all your flaws;
Without them, you are NOT you, rather,
A cheap imitation -
And who needs that,...
Inside a naff café -
Chatting over coffee...
Smiling.
Ok, maybe I still desire the special grill but hey,
Don't be distracted -
It'll help me concentrate;
Not that I need to, because,
I have examined each cute dimple,
Hook, line and sinker, that exist,
On your pretty little face.
I love your story too...
In fact, I wanna learn so much more!
You are perfectly imperfect with all your flaws;
Without them, you are NOT you, rather,
A cheap imitation -
And who needs that,...
#coffee
773 reads
41 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Dec 2021 9:37pm
6th Dec 2021 9:37pm
The First Brew
I’m a caffeine fiend if you know what I mean
Not just an average drinker if you catch my drift
I’ve been drinking coffee since before I was a teen
Between two or three cups of day to give me a lift
That first brew hits the senses like waking dreams
My nose knows the scent that starts off the day
The house fills with the aroma of roasted beans
And my body craves the waves of liquid foreplay
Ooh yes, I pour it on the cup and it’s kind of hot
Fueling my senses as I’m about to bounce back
Some creamer and sugar, perhaps or maybe not ...
Not just an average drinker if you catch my drift
I’ve been drinking coffee since before I was a teen
Between two or three cups of day to give me a lift
That first brew hits the senses like waking dreams
My nose knows the scent that starts off the day
The house fills with the aroma of roasted beans
And my body craves the waves of liquid foreplay
Ooh yes, I pour it on the cup and it’s kind of hot
Fueling my senses as I’m about to bounce back
Some creamer and sugar, perhaps or maybe not ...
#coffee
#funny
413 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Dec 2021 9:37pm
6th Dec 2021 9:37pm
The First Brew
I’m a caffeine fiend if you know what I mean
Not just an average drinker if you catch my drift
I’ve been drinking coffee since before I was a teen
Between two or three cups of day to give me a lift
That first brew hits the senses like waking dreams
My nose knows the scent that starts off the day
The house fills with the aroma of roasted beans
And my body craves the waves of liquid foreplay
Ooh yes, I pour it on the cup and it’s kind of hot
Fueling my senses as I’m about to bounce back
Some creamer and sugar, perhaps or maybe not ...
Not just an average drinker if you catch my drift
I’ve been drinking coffee since before I was a teen
Between two or three cups of day to give me a lift
That first brew hits the senses like waking dreams
My nose knows the scent that starts off the day
The house fills with the aroma of roasted beans
And my body craves the waves of liquid foreplay
Ooh yes, I pour it on the cup and it’s kind of hot
Fueling my senses as I’m about to bounce back
Some creamer and sugar, perhaps or maybe not ...
#coffee
#funny
413 reads
6 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
373 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
373 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
373 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
373 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
373 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 6:07pm
3rd Jul 2024 6:07pm
THE COFFEE BAR
It's where I go
to find my flow.
The coffee bar
is where you are.
With forearms bare
you kind prepare
my day's request,
exchanging jest.
I hear the 'whoosh'
come like a flush
as you serve me
variety
of a flavour
I could savour.
Your tone of skin
is so matching
what's in my cup
when it's milked up.
to find my flow.
The coffee bar
is where you are.
With forearms bare
you kind prepare
my day's request,
exchanging jest.
I hear the 'whoosh'
come like a flush
as you serve me
variety
of a flavour
I could savour.
Your tone of skin
is so matching
what's in my cup
when it's milked up.
#coffee
#rhyming
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1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Coffee Published by Members Recently Online
