Short Coffee Shop Poems
Short Coffee Shop Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Coffee Shop by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Coffee Shop by length and keyword.
The play was a dismal flop
She went to a coffee shop
She saw the villain
In act of killin'
Scrumming in the room nonstop
now,
(my) collection of poems
library
on the bookshelf
coming out
in backpack bag
at the coffee shop
into back trouser pocket,
I'm going to meet you.
men used facilities at Starbucks
but staff took an offence at their looks
policemen were called out
arrested without doubt
now staff being referred to guide book.
Amber eyes bewitched
Young gentleman in the street
Deciding to ask
The lady if she accepts
To speak in the coffee shop
Example for Cynosure Poetry Contest
6-20-2016
If I were an English mum
I'd roll my baby in the pram
To the Costa Coffee Shop
Even in the rain
If I were an English dad
I'd wave them off with glee
Hop into my sports car
And date my secretary!
At
the bottom
of every corner store
and coffee shop mug,
there is a collection of
teardrops and coffee-stains.
Waiting
to be gathered
so they can write
their stories in indelible
ink.
The plumbing is leaking, all hell's breaking loose
Hell, no morning coffee, think I'll vamoose
Head for the coffee shop
Where the coppers hang out
Order a barrel of that delicious morning juice
The plumbing is leaking, all hell's breaking loose
Hell, no morning coffee, think I'll vamoose
Head for the coffee shop
Where the coppers hang out
Order a barrel of that delicious morning juice
Booked well in advance, for a trip to visit with family
Due to inclement weather, waiting to board flight, twice delayed
Pass lost –weather improves-Pass found by Gate staff at coffee shop
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Coffee shop poet
pick a table and your words
the menu has changed
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Frothy coffee looks so good,
While flat coffee looks so bare,
I love my cappuccino,
Two sugars stirred with care.
I have a special seat
In my local Coffee Shop,
It makes me feel so relaxed
When I hear those two cubes drop.
busy coffee shop
poor Chings fingers chiming
on cash register
Ceclia prepares
hot and cold beverages
my favorite girls
;A mother and daughter team at my favorite coffee shop called Northstar coffee station in Piqua Ohio+
Went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino?
Hey you need your ears clean-ooed
Next visit, wanna be served by a different comanchero
Went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino
Hey you need your ears clean-oed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
Went to my favourite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino?
Hey you need your ears clean-ooed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
The poet is in the coffee shop,
jotting down words,
The words of the poet,
so surreal, so honest,
Words of the poet,
are read by many,
standing up on a stage,
speaking words into the microphone,
drawing the audience in,
the words of the poet...
Methinks my writings are now all for naught
In an unending spiral, I've suddenly been caught
Is it my armpit odor
Or just getting older
Must keep up with the latest gossip in the coffee shops
,
Right out side the coffee shop,
Below St. Peter's hands
The purveyors of indulgences
Have set up little stands
And should some half-waked baker
Come and stir about the pot
The double-arched McDiocese
Would (likely) thank me not.
Form:
As the sun breaks upon the horizon
they open the doors
and soon it starts to fill.
Farmers, hunters, and every day people
fill the seats as the waitress pours.
Some share their stories
others tell rumors .
All here for a cup of coffee
and a hot breakfast.
Sitting in the coffee shop
I am drawn by your beauty
Inspired
Touched
I sit and stare
Get lost in the glare
I lose myself
I take it all in
Losing myself to a dark sin
Mystical and dreaming
Dark and steaming
A man I could sink into
A good book
Yeah thats what I was thinking.
In the coffee shop
A mistimed twist
By the barista
Caused a hissing
Coffee jet to
Ballista towards
My sister and I
Worried it would
Hit her wrist and
Give her a blister,
But fortunately
It missed her.
The manager scolded
The ham-fisted barista,
But since no-one was scalded,
He didn’t dismiss her.
I am slowly finding recovery is a penrose staircase
I climb, I step, and I see you on my walk to the coffee shop
you wore jeans and a black T-shirt you looked at me like your
very existence should be an apology and suddenly
I am at the bottom of the staircase
Climbing, stepping, climbing, stepping…
Writing Poetry In A Coffee Shop
In the corner of a coffee shop I know,
The sharp aroma of coffee fills the air.
Among lowered voices subtle rhythms flow,
Poetry in the cadence of voices there,
Finding rhymes from vibrations in the air.
Barry Stebbings
07/29/17
A man came into the coffee shop
He sat there all alone
Ordered just a cup of joe
He had no telephone
He seemed content and even nice
But had not one electronic device
No computer or Laptop or even a book
I think he might be some sort of crook
Clearly he’s creepy or maybe a rat
Because after all, who does that?
As they talked,
Emitting rambling laughter
Of subjects unknown
Silly
Light hearted actions
In forums
Of fun-filled and hearty
Leisurely chuckling
In the middle of the coffee shop
In a town not so unknown
A nonchalant indifference
To ones surroundings
A welcome,
To others in the coffee shop
To join in the mirth.