Poems About Coffee by Top Critiquers
#coffee
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
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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
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Morning Brew
It's the crack of dawn
It's about coffee and cream
And the crack of Dawn
It's about coffee and cream
And the crack of Dawn
#morning
#coffee
#haiku
#lover
#dirty
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About To Die
The sun limps across the horizon
a damp grey washes the roots
and a desolate urge begins to cry
It's been three days
drear settles in
pulls murk my mask
but I cannot lie
a singular perk
a mouth full tango
swirled and imagined
blowing up my mind
birds encircle high
blood's letting out my eyes
adoration held in attention
unmerciful
I'm about to die
a damp grey washes the roots
and a desolate urge begins to cry
It's been three days
drear settles in
pulls murk my mask
but I cannot lie
a singular perk
a mouth full tango
swirled and imagined
blowing up my mind
birds encircle high
blood's letting out my eyes
adoration held in attention
unmerciful
I'm about to die
#coffee
#SelfReflection
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Stains Of Spilled Coffee
Belly has stains of spilled
coffee on it which made
Kris take off her clothes
and put on my dress shirt.
coffee on it which made
Kris take off her clothes
and put on my dress shirt.
#coffee
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
#sensual
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DU Poetry : Poems About Coffee by Top Critiquers