Coffee Poems - Poems about Coffee

- "There is a lot of good food in good drink" - quote unknown ...

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The Early Years She is to entertain 20 people I fried up 20 cucumbers 5 lbs. Of okra In a grit and Parmesan cheese And bits of bacon in the batter Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika Garlic and onion powder in the Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda* I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin And sliced it thin with commercial Mixer, I mean...

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Thousands half-naked people Roasting under the scorching sun Extracting billions of coffee beans Transported by steamboats Sailed hundreds miles away Unloaded, traded and grinded Brought to a modest cafeteria Someone fry, boil, and serve A cup of sweet aroma coffee To a coffee-lover customer....

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there are clouds in my coffee cup they hover over a sea murky dark the forecast is tumultuous at best this morning's been hazy and somewhat stir crazy i drink my coffee but can't shake these clouds now levitating overhead AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 15, 2025...

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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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in early morning when everyone is still asleep i love to wake up with the sun and have a private tete-a-tete i sit quietly with my mug of coffee soak in the rays and absorb the serenity around me this morning even the birds seem to be sleeping in with the wind not swaying a single tree nature still seems drowsy i spoke too soon here’s...

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Sitting down in a local coffee shop, I see many people speaking and working on stuff that may never be valuable or valid for any medium. Especially, when all of the conversations take place in different mediums. Mostly, you can hear the words fly from their keys. Take a stroll with me The girl in the corner...

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some mornings before my coffee i feel as prickly as a porcupine and don't want anyone nearby precious silence respectably a most welcomed blessing posted on April 4, 2025...

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sun sets early in november while streetlights pepper busy sidewalks and chilly winds hurl through the streets bundled up, head on we face the gale always keen for coffeehouse intermissions where mugs and napkins are exchanged for money a warm familiar welcome as we come in from the cold the atmosphere relaxing, retro music that's enticing a table for secluded refuge...

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there's nothing i like better than sitting quietly in a small café i dive into my novel while guiltlessly indulging in a grande dolce latte AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 25, 2025...

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A nice, flushed feeling. Like someone is trying to break into the house. Then I laugh because they gave up as always! Drinking coffee to celebrate. Weeks later. It’s a little odd and spinning. I ate pasta and it continued to splatter everywhere on my shirt. Exciting. Putting the cup down. The desk where I should be doing...

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One caramel macchiato, a barista calls out Two people rush to the counter It has a name written on it, One returns to her seat empty handed I sit in the corner with my laptop, watching the show Coffee shops are a terrific place to hide out and write Cappuccino, mocha, latte, expresso, the barista calls As people head to the counter...

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arabica beans coated in dark chocolate test for gluttony posted on March 21, 2025...

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Sponsor : Tom Woody I CHOOSE TO DWELL IN THE CLOUDS I choose to dwell among clouds for a while where fleshlessness a state of bliss I soak not forever can I fathom a nothingness for to return is to fleshly learn dwelling in clouds no lungs or liver have I don’t sleep shop eat weep or sweep sing rapturously...

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slow sip creamy mud skin under heartbeats speeding — my taste echoing words of heat airs lift swallow morning kiss on bright mug's brim, smokescreen operation breathless...

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