Coffee Poems | Examples

Coffee Break

The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the damn ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.

It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh pot be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.

In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
“And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet ass time

Coffee and Me

Bags under my eyes.
Are a horrible nothing. 
Coffee for me right now…
Would help the globs of pasta sauce clear. 

Under my eyelids. 
The puffiness everlasts. 
Jagged underneath. 
One eye is sagging more. 

One eye is worse. 
That’s how they know it’s horrible. 
That the eyes are uneven. 
Coffee for me would be like dark matter clearing. 

Bugs in my eyelids. 
Not surprised, it’s just crawling. 
My pulse sends out a message. 
About evergreen trees up north. 

Bags under my eyes. 
Can’t surprise me. 
The mirror just caves in. 
Like globs of alien slime. 

Coffee might be my only choice.
As I gravitate toward this mug. 
Heavy as if it’s filled with metal shards. 
But it’s empty again.

Darkest Poems With Coffee

Darkest Poems With Coffee 
Darkest Poems With Coffee 
Released on August, 28th 2025 
Hard work pays off 
4th book I’ve published 
Have a keen I for detail 
I’m beyond grateful 
Maybe a bronze metal 
I’ve been writing for 6 years 
Document poems here and there 
Consumed by pen and paper 
Be inspired to sharpen your writing skills 
I’ve finally reached #1,000 poems 
I’m always behind with my work 
In solitude behind closed doors 
All my books are on Amazon 
Just type in my name, Charles Gadbois 
Thanks for all of your support 
The love of poetry endeavor 
Read in between the lines 
Before the ink runs dry

Coffee Is Black Magic

Coffee Is Black Magic 
Wake up from the dead 
2 cups at that 
Attitude begins 
On edge 
Sarcasm remarks start to roam 
Rage with inner thought 
Be on a high alert 
On a mission 
Your death wish 
Coffee Is Black Magic 
Don’t push my buttons 
Don’t stir up the pot 
Give you the bird 
Morning aroma 
Don’t want to be bothered 
Pick your poison 
Coffee stern 
Last warning 
Coffee burning 
Tombstone engraved ahead 
With your name on it 
Rambunctious 
Alluring brew 
Your roasted  
Put a spell on you 
I am going to pull my hair out 
I’m going back for seconds 
Coffee Is Black Magic 
What I say goes

Rough Mornings

a warm cup of coffee
the best ointment to waking up grumpy
~ we've all got our vices



Wordku: 5-7-5 words


AP: 2nd place 2025

Coffee and Eggs

I wondered how her kiss would seem.
Drifting, I found out in a dream.
I felt the love that was concealed
as soft and tender lips would yield.

What do I want for breakfast?
The question surely begs.  
I'll stop at Mabel's diner  
for black coffee and eggs.

I slid into an empty chair
and gazed from her shoes to her hair. 
Yet, I would not be unmasked
when my lovely Mabel asked, 

"What do I want for breakfast?"
The question surely begs.  
"I'm growing sleepy on the road.  
I'll have coffee and eggs."

PRE-COFFEE PONDERINGS

I believe the newscaster
Is making stuff up
I recall in the “70’s 
Harvard Square
Intellectuals hanging
THE WORLD WILL END
ON OCT 17th
Signs that neglected
To give the year
Does anybody
REALLY KNOW
What time it is
Dogs are not
Furry children
They do, however,
Have better health care
What if a stalker
Shows up at a séance
Dogs will look sad
After chewing up the couch
Cats have no conscience
I have a shirt that reads
IF I LOOK LOST
JUST TURN ME AROUND

Coffee’s ready
Have a ______ day

Citrus Note

And I loved him at that
March midnight, the one when spring was
late. They say she was caught up
in a reminiscent movie
—even love was black and white back then

What I wouldn’t give
for those days, side by side in
July's bliss, brewing
summer coffee. It had a hint of
tangerine. Isn't it miraculous? How
the bitter umber can carry
a note so refreshingly sweet—

        Yes, dear, I know it's
        utterly still bitter, but even he will agree: 

After sips of numbing acrid
we were less sour than sweet

cold brewed

cold brewed caffeine fix
facing head on the heatwave
~ uplifting delight

Romance over coffee

we met at dusk in a diner on Mars
the stars were aligned and
the moons shone bright
~ at the very first glance
we knew it was meant to be



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

aromatic pause

aromatic pause
then time to push the lever
~ french pressed perfection



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

ballad to coffee

where would i be without your warmth
your gentle aroma wafting through
heating my cold hands
my heart is overjoyed when i hold you
a silent grounding taste
i've never cared where you came from
simply savoured your purity
i love you in mornings and evenings
on rainy days and sunny mornings
when its january
and when its november
you are one of the main reasons i love to wake up
if i could i would bottle up the taste
and revisit it every day
as is i already have you too much

COFFEE AND CROISSANTS

COFFEE AND CROISSANTS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coffee's rich scent, a drink at morning’s first light,
its aroma wafting through the air, a sweet delight.

The delicious croissant, flaky, buttery, and fine,
a pastry perfect in its semi-circular design.

Together they unite, such a splendid pair,
coffee's boldness and the croissant's international flair.

So, here's to coffee and the croissant's charm,
a morning ritual best consumed when both are warm.

Coffee Power

My morning coffee is a stimulant,
it motivates my regularity in an instant.
And some mornings if my feet I dare to drag
my underwear substitutes for a doggie bag.

Colors In A Coffee House

Double time hits for the ceiling — 
The clouds of white smoke, the healing

Childhood in my skin finally relaxes
Everyone around me in lapses

Coffee forms the swollen cheeks
With history's pick of bean

Water remembers
Water pushed under embers

The percolator 
Like some wound drips her.

Eyes on the preppy barista — 
Maybe we both see in similar vistas

She writes down my choice of expresso's dark
God, if ~her youth~ could start my heart.

A cup with fingers locked for style,
The young woman plays in the mud awhile.

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