Cafes Poems - Poems about Cafes

...Walking a city that isn’t your own, While part of a group or a couple, alone, You notice the buildings, the shops and cafes, All prepped and inviting to welcome your gaze. Of course, more than ......Read the rest...

...the cook and his sister once I was a poet blinded by the shiny pebbles, by the shore of purity and heart delight, but it was not to be although it was said about me in India, this man is really ......Read the rest...

...One evening, in a sleepy Connecticut town, the locals saw a peculiar sight, a UAP had landed in an empty field, and man, it lit up the night. They were, axiomatically, from a distant galaxy, here......Read the rest...

...a short memory There were and still are two airports on the flatland outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers where stationed here. Since roads, and bridges had to be built and mai......Read the rest...

...Hello Palestine, have you seen the headlines today: 400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire. And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine r......Read the rest...

...Ale and horses There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation when crates had been......Read the rest...

...Beautiful lady, Youre lovely and unique, Like Beauty, Like Beauty, that you seek, In Nature, In jazz cafes, Upon palm kissed shores, Beautiful lady, Youre lovely and unique, Like Beauty......Read the rest...

...Empty streets, Naked trees, Flowers, Sighing, In rhe chill autumn breeze, With some gypsy ladies, Dancing a salsa dance, In a field of sunfliowers, Surreal waves, With windswept kisses, Emp......Read the rest...

...From steppes remote luxurious mink coats Fine leather boots tailored suits Fancy shoppes five-star hotels Back of splashy nightclubs exclusive brothels Rolls-Royce......Read the rest...

...I carved a path for the spiders In hopes that a friend will come by Or that a friend will stay. For i am no longer accompanied by my old pals As their days move up the branch to see the sky bett......Read the rest...

...Cities have weekends, us unable to function, Once vibrant and lively, now yearning to function, The hustle and bustle, now fades to a hush, As urban dwellers seek solace and a safe place to rest. ......Read the rest...

...Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre He went to join him as he wanted to share a cup of coffee with......Read the rest...

...High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime......Read the rest...

...Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six, with farms and ranches scattered around. Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks Saturdays, everyone came to town. What fun walking down crowded Main Street. ......Read the rest...

...Chantilly lace curtains of my apartment window ripple in the cold January night. From here, I observe mooring lights that illumine the docks in this petty northern port and four cafés that lean towar......Read the rest...