Cafe Poems - Poems about Cafe

Thick as deep summer night, lush and moon dripped Wine sipped with dark delight Banter rouses whimsey’s kite Amorous thoughts taking flight ...

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The cafe burnt alive as soon as you Set your patent leather boot inside And walked right into this unknown, Mysterious yet familiar world Of witty writers and pious poets With their poetic pens. My tantalizing timid eyes Met your musically amused eyes, And I heard a symphony unsung, Strange, how can you be just a stranger, When your eyes can speak so...

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The radiator whispered like breath beneath the old window (half opened for mercy) where cold fingers of air braided themselves with steam and the snow stayed only for seconds dancing above the sill in the breeze. The sofa, burgundy and bruised, sagged like an old confession. I curled into...

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i found the perfect little table in the perfect cozy corner in the perfect quirky bistro in the perfect part of town as i head out on my merry way they may as well cordon off the area 'cause when i get there ~ god help anyone who may be sitting in that spot posted on April 15, 2025...

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Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone) Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/ Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the fast track to success/ Yeah, dig it/ Bop was the soundtrack/ To anxieties, to late nights, to dreams deferred/ A...

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Stir my moonlight coffee with your freshly dipped brush in bright yellow ochre ~ I will not complain. Sprinkle pigments from from your pallets on my unflavoured coffee~ I will not complain. Even when your indigo eyes spill Prussian blue to veil my night sky~ I will not complain. Come sit with me share this coloured coffee on this café terrace where unfinished canvases lean on...

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The Christmas Cafe I scratch my nails against my head and ponder a while in thought, but my soul turns bare And Death twirls his curled hair. Taunting me as my breaths become caught. Caught between the living and the dead. A cafe with dim lights, like some sort of spiritual dread. Snow blankets the ground, Raucous laughter is heard As I...

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He took me sightseeing Hand in hand Smiling bright Eyes for each other To the city of his dreams Navigating the twists and turns of the streets Awed by the sights and sounds The majestic buildings Their architectural splendour Where history whispers And echoes through its corridors We stopped by a quaint cafe Enriched by the experience of it all...

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tonight I will not be absorbed by the blue/black I'm in the gaslight the hum of people, protecting me, unbeknownst to them as undercurrents don't grab, for now comfort exists in surface energy within circling echoes my heart is exploding too perfect, too neat - look beyond - but I won't, not tonight peacefully anchored in a moment I...

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In the quiet hum of the café, beneath the dim, flickering lights, The Poet sat, a relic of past ambitions, his soul adrift in the sea of his thoughts. The Muse, with gentle and understanding eyes, brought him his coffee, Her gaze, a fleeting touch of divinity amid the cold machinery of life. Her kindness, a fragile thread in...

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Scribbling, Writer's cafe, Coffee breath, gal pals, yah! Keyboard pixie society, Smiling!...

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elephants raise trunks thunderous roar occurs all while dining...

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A cute single teen Enjoys her toast and beans A young man opens the door Thier eyes meet over the floor With cupids arrow in between Like a movie love scene They share a table to feast Vowing every time they meet To sit at the same place Over the table, face to face But a fire the following week Closed the cafe...

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Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake. The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's existence, And hides in places, corners of gloom, an outcast from soul's resistance. In the Café of Apathy, the face of dejection reappears, Taking...

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Sweets, wines and pastry Bakeshop, artisan cafe My life's savory. ...

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