Short Colombian Poems
Short Colombian Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Colombian by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Colombian by length and keyword.
before
i could
finish
her
sticky
bun
she
licked
my fingers
and asked
would you
love some
Colombian
coffee
Form:
how many Polish
people does it
take to polish
a Colombian
woman's
toes???
i don't
know but
i'm Irish and
Italian so it just
takes one one of
me and one if her
Form:
i hate to
because
i want to
stay
awake
for to take
you
by the
hand and
shape
your clay
into a vase
you
needn't be
Ming Dynasty
for you
you please
me just being
Colombian
Form:
just saying
chianti
makes me
sound
so
Italian
but instead
of
buongiorno
my morning
is
buenos dias
wine
replaced by
her
Colombian
coffee colored
eyes
i gave up
caffeine
but will
gladly drink
her cream
and my wine
Form:
getting drunk
drinking her
fermented sweat
mixed with
a bouquet
of musk with
an aftertaste
unrelated
to anything ever
to touch
my palette
sweet but dry
she's full bodied
with a bite
of cinnamon spice
she goes down
smoothly aged
to perfection
a vintage
Colombian
1994
Form:
i kept thinking
like Jeopardy
the answer is
the question
so i said who
are you for one
hundred dollars
so i answered and
then asked for
the next but on
the same series
just more money
until i got close
to the five hundred
dollar answer i
questioned
what is
the category
and no sh
it it was
beautiful
Colombian
Muses you
want to
know
Form:
Coffee Vape
Liquid smoke.
Coffee tobacco.
Coffee K-Cup.
Stress, let it go.
Coffee is a habit.
But not bad.
Coffee vape.
Smoke liquid flavor late.
Chemical nicotine.
Coffee everyday.
Wake up to the aroma.
Coffee forever.
Colombian flavored vape.
Smoke coffee grains.
Sun shoots rays through the sky.
Smoke travels high.
Addictive coffee chemical.
5000 puffs.
the power
of my mind
allows me to
shape the clay
made from your
dirt and my tears
confused
thinking i was
using Colombian
marble pressing thumbs
and fingers shaving flakes
and pieces making a stone idol
idly buying
by using pesos
to purchase that
which valuelessly is
time itself which is timeless
and when finished will sit atop
my
mantle
a memento
molded not knowing
might what the ending be
in abstract i see her flesh figure
in
mud
Form:
Columbia South America
So stunning, this inviting street seemed!
With reptilian powers, it crawled into my
imaginative dreams.
I created the people who were living there.
Sipping their dark, magical, delicious Colombian coffee on sun-cooked chairs.
The mens’ sparkling, hypnotic eyes were
far, far, beyond any sensual compare!
I adore going to bed and closing my eyes…
~~If my heart has the courage to dare!~
9/22/2025