Cafes Poems - Poems about Cafes

No use to fret, its only temporary measures As keepers of the gloom proclaimed in press Suspend the longing for the simple pleasures Amidst the circumstances of distress Awnings are lowered, tables are removed Everything’s minimized, except the road works Progress develops in a spiral, and it’s proved Shall we embark soon in a fabulous epoch? We have to benefit from the...

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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 him in one  of the cafés upstairs.  In the first café, some  drunk people  were deafening ...

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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 hibernation to begin an evening ritual of turning on lights, welcoming thirsty patrons, discouraging lost polar bears, trying to survive. Light bulbs...

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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 toward one another, side-by-side, though separate and apart. I wonder at their co-location. Their twinkling lights blur together in a loud kaleidoscope...

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A soft rain rippled across the apartment window distorting the rainbow of lights emanating from the Four Cafes. That’s what the locals call them, The Four Café’s. Each had a flavor all their own as do the street musicians offering their insight into another’s recipe. January cold limited the number of street...

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I live in a quaint building high up on the top floor and from my apartment window I like to watch the scene below on the wide cobbled square. On a cold January night the lights of four Cafés are mingling with the twinkling of the stars in the sky. A sign above each doorway poking...

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Before corporate café`s took over and Starbucks became so ubiquitous, on every corner of your city, small business cafés thrived. There was Antique Row Café Ave; four café`s that stood alongside each other, noted for their unique furniture and boasted their own peculiar interior. The antique row cafés were so cool, as you...

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A long-ago January, my love and I spent a month in France. We rented a quaint apartment up a hill from the road near a lake. The view from the window included lovely mountain flowers and grass down a path to four bar cafes, alongside each other, with outside tables. The apartment window captivated me. I...

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Four Cafes Winter mists swirl up from puddles on the cobblestones blurring the names of the four cafes facing the narrow boulevard. Townspeople and visitors walk briskly with their heads down, collars up, against January’s invading chill. From my apartment window I gaze hypnotized as people scurry through invading night like fallen leaves. Madeleine and her small...

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My work took me one winter to a small sea-side town where I lodged myself in a high up apartment with a window opening on to a narrow alley that had a few shops, the most prominent being four cafes in a row that displayed ‘open whole night’ signboards. This intrigued me because I failed to...

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The four cafes that bordered the water sat eerily still this January night. I had often sat alone, looking down from my apartment window high above the narrow Canal de la Sensee, watching as their jovial patrons downed their absinthe and drowned each other in raucous conversation. So often the cafes seemed to...

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Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners. Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there. Four dog “owners” exited the cafés. A tall blonde, possibly bleached, retrieved the dog and haughtily gazed at the “other” cafes and dogs. A slightly rumpled donut muncher hurriedly hustled...

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Four Cafe’s It was post digestion time, 6pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar...

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It was a night in January. I looked out of my apartment window in the direction where four cafes were located. Four rivals in business. They always had innovations to outshine each other but one stood out of the quartet. It had an uncommon finesse in dealing with its customers. People wondered who was the...

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Four Cafe’s It was post digestion time, 10pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar...

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