Best Coffee Poems

It's quiet whisper stirs my languid mind
Inviting coffee colored memories
A young man's face with future yet defined
Each vapored breath a page in history

Familiar apparitions reappear
Whose images I dare not chase away
The roads they traveled, washed out by my tears
This morning's chill a bridge to yesterday

Then as the welcome sun breaks o'er the trees
I find myself...

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COFFEE

Coffee is my medication,
Savoury warm embrace.
Supplies me with motivation
To get me through rough days.
Should I stumble, should I fall,
I’ll get a kick at ten.
Java is my drug of choice,
The closest thing to zen.

Coffee is my meditation
When I have the time
I slip into the lotus position
Then I calm my mind.
Slowly as I sip on it,
As I’m...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone

Every sky-night the glass -pane glows in silent mist

Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds

reflecting shadows on empty sheets

Star clusters shine'bove velvet shores

Sand-wish away from my bare toes

Another day,another month,another year

and other thoughts

I can't...

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Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon

Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets of finest silk
Gone such dreams with vanishing moon

Dry toast from molded bread was made
Served with the world's gold gilded lies
Sides of temptations, well displayed
Seeds of regrets in cherry pies
I, a...

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Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”

When ego controls a soul's mortal direction,
some remain asleep without a spiritual connection.
I count my blessings upon dawn's resurrection,
as an...

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O, black and potent beverage
each morning that I rise
you give me greater leverage
you make me strong and wise

O, elixir of higher thought
rejuvenate my mind
I percolate you in my pot
through dark beans that I grind

With sugar some would sweeten you
and lighten you with cream
but black and strong will be my brew
like women in my dreams

O, steaming...

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My coffee, my house,
   cinnamon and hint of clove
      in a full bodied french roast...
 acrid, bitter, pungent deliciousness
 wafts thought the air 
      before even the eyes are open
         the buzz of conversation over
...

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As scented air aroused my misty mind, 
a shadow broke the early morning Sun,
aromas wafting from the morning’s grind,
assured the senses morning had begun.

I felt an airy presence from afar.
Unnerved, I sought some comfort in my joe
when then appeared this early morning star 
with beauty that would set the dawn aglow.

She passed with nonchalance and...

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Coffee not Tea for Andrea,Carolyn and Linda-Marie

Come on ladies pull out a chair and have a seat.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and sugar makes it sweet.

A friendly conversation and a cup of joe.
To ask about my fellow poets who I hardly know.

We didn't dress fancy or pretty up our hair.
Told one another about things...

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As I sit here, sipping my over-priced latte', I wonder
  I wonder about next year
    about next month
      about tomorrow,
and I realize:
  I realize soon
    it will be next year
      and even sooner, next month
  ...

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i sip those coffee irises
which beckon my core
sans a resounding wave
or bawdy utterance

the strong, robust urge
a breathless yearning
i stir that drink
with a flirtatious cream

i lean into his cup
the grind of healthy soil
a tasty, deep, romantic bean
those eyes ~ my twinge

a loving cup
pours into every kiss
the slide of lips
the palming caress

oh how those eyes dance
in throes
the...

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Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've...

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I like to linger and linger I do
In the morn’s solitude
Before the sun bursts into view
I linger and linger in thoughts of you
So I think and think of you
As the sun comes into view
Passing is morn’s solitude
As I think and think of you
Beneath a sky of morning blue
I’ll start today and all day through
With thoughts...

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Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that...

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