Arabica Poems - Poems about Arabica

...When the Goddess of aroma graces my caffeinated soul, her milky quartz crown shines in shades of ineffable pleasures. Invigorating arabica stars ......Read the rest...

...Coffee beans, a world in a grain, Roasted and ground, a caffeinated refrain. Born in the tropics, where the sun meets the shade, A journey unfolds from bush to brewed cascade. In the highland r......Read the rest...

...Injera of Africa Fermented flatbread Of grain, not arabica Glory in a bread Crepe, but not the least Serve and feast Teff......Read the rest...

...The Only Star For Me It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks The cheer starts here with hot coffee I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks A home away from home, my family A blended Frappucci......Read the rest...

...Bob, the cat, lives in the room number 13 of the sixth avenue. He likes fish, rollercoaster, ice cream cones and Sunday papers. He's an artist. He's a painter. When people ask him about his lat......Read the rest...

...Whispers at eve marry wisps of steam over red eye And beneath the table my feet finds yours for a footsie Where we hope God's seven eyes will not see, No wide-eyed moon, nor the barista to pry. ......Read the rest...

...The George Chronicles: The Plan of Darkness: 3 part series As the Eastern sun breaks way through my 6 panel discolored window I glaze in amazement as to how I survived another day. The night be......Read the rest...

...Mellow few minutes to ease into the morning Opportunity to take three deep grateful breaths Rhythmic nonchalance kicks routine in slow motion November cold dreary sk......Read the rest...

...Down in the puddle of a Pig pen hole, Caught me a Fish with a garden Mole. The Fish got battered by a chip shop man, Ate it for supper watching Jackie Chan. Chan was fighting in a Kung Fu ......Read the rest...

...Coffee. I may be Arabica , I may be robusta Take me when you want I give you satisfaction Plant me,change your life Rich you will become, Yes rich ,I tell you. Come come plant me, plant me......Read the rest...

...It's not the cup but the coffee within. Arabica beans, fair trade organic and shade grown often from a woman's cooperative in Peru then roasted in small batches by a local roaster. I li......Read the rest...

...A clatter of human hooves drums on through an after- dawn marketplace… the wide tunnel of mouths reel from the splintered chorus of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling papaya, arabica......Read the rest...

...I order some coffee – Americano – wait with anticipation. Superheated steam scalds the essence from the beans, then rising from the cup, that rich fresh-brewed aroma. I savour the vapours – pure Ara......Read the rest...

...From the tomb of life my poor heart does bleed The depth of my grave is so deep I see I struggle to breathe rich fresh air I need To climb those deep grave walls to be free It called from continents......Read the rest...

...Our screen door creaks noisily And is for us the sound of solace. Pale green walls and wood floor polish Absorb every footfall with relish. Cold tiles demand their sneezes As I reach for towels and s......Read the rest...