Best Espresso Poems

When the Goddess of aroma
graces my caffeinated soul, 
her milky quartz crown 
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Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
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The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger...

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early morn' espresso sanity
more than clouds in my caffè,
musings' sugared cuppa fancy 
atop frothy dreamt wanderlust 
& places to visit, people to read,
percolating poetic joie...

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Flying, jumping from this bough to the bough
Chirping sharp, calling the friends over slough
The foggy smokes are walking away slowly
For the adult winter the rising...

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January’s snow flows stealthfully through my fifth-floor apartment window, flung wide open to welcome in the new year.  The half-drawn curtains bellow with brisk...

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Numb yawn of early Friday crawls
Through drowsy hours, a mind jangles
It twitches and shakes from weariness. Void.

  By 6 am, my still world remains...

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the smooth jazz café
dark roast and espresso shot
three sugar one cream

served in a dark cup
coffee bean image table
background bach blues band

comfy chill out sounds
smooth relax...

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It was nice to come in from the cold
I ordered my espresso
Sat in the corner by myself
Wanted to read and relax

A man then came and...

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What's the espresso this evening, Rubicam?
My random access memory will light upon it
As I riffle the files of my brain.
Pulling out something fresh,
I burst out...

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Paris is where old lovers die
In cafes sipping memories
Lost loves like cream in espresso
Slowly fading, getting frigid in time
As I walk along the seine
I hold...

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Espresso and billows of cigarette smoke
start your life each day, to underwrite and
elevate the squeaky neurosis you display.
Freud and Prozac and Xanax keep you level
but...

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They called him Jumper

He preferred  Prancer

When he was happy he would prance

Giant circles of joy

And the dizziness

Too many beers and staggers

For 365 days waiting...

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you entered my world 
through an unopened door 
dazzled with my mind catering 
to my thoughts I'd wondered 

your extreme motive night and day 
desperately...

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