Coffee Poems
An opportune moment
by Robert Rittel
As I walk to the coffee wifi place, I dreaming away,
first there was this cloud of dust giving reasons to sway.
The white light underneath the cloud, or in it,
ragging a furious battle by men yelling quite a bit.
The clouds are gone, and memories reveal a battlefield,
observing the pain from blood at swords and shield.
Being the knower of a keener steel,
timeless observation, inherit keen.
The dance of swords has its prophesying catch,
for foes to be hemmed to the battles edge.
......
Coffee ,a part of my nature
by Urmila Singh
Coffee ,a part of my nature
Time passes by ,people leave,
but a perpetual thing never changed .
I still sit outside ,
sipping my cup of coffee ,
It’s the one thing I can never hate .
Coffee is a part of nature too,
my nature .
While it just exists with it’s distinctive flavour.
I take the first sip
......
Sugar Coated Love
by Nupur Gautam
I hold onto you tight
On a cold winter evening
When your warm embrace provides me with comfort.
We spend hours and hours,
Talking about the sweet and sours
And you make me forget that I'm an introvert.
Sitting right in front of you,
As we share some intimate moments wrapped in a blanket,
My lips touch you
......
Coffee
by Rebecca Pickles
Staring at the coffee,
I stirred the foam into oblivion.
I enjoyed getting lost in the dark,
frothy whirlpool formed through the subconscious motion.
Sometimes I would let it sit there,
wouldn't drink it at all.
Sometimes I'd let it get cold
and heat it up again in the microwave,
often burning the roof of my mouth.
......
Coffee ,a part of my nature
by Urmila Singh
Coffee ,a part of my nature
Time passes by ,people leave,
but a perpetual thing never changed .
I still sit outside ,
sipping my cup of coffee ,
It’s the one thing I can never hate .
Coffee is a part of nature too,
my nature .
While it just exists with it’s distinctive flavour.
I take the first sip
......
Coffee
by Rebecca Pickles
Staring at the coffee,
I stirred the foam into oblivion.
I enjoyed getting lost in the dark,
frothy whirlpool formed through the subconscious motion.
Sometimes I would let it sit there,
wouldn't drink it at all.
Sometimes I'd let it get cold
and heat it up again in the microwave,
often burning the roof of my mouth.
......
Sugar Coated Love
by Nupur Gautam
I hold onto you tight
On a cold winter evening
When your warm embrace provides me with comfort.
We spend hours and hours,
Talking about the sweet and sours
And you make me forget that I'm an introvert.
Sitting right in front of you,
As we share some intimate moments wrapped in a blanket,
My lips touch you
......
An opportune moment
by Robert Rittel
As I walk to the coffee wifi place, I dreaming away,
first there was this cloud of dust giving reasons to sway.
The white light underneath the cloud, or in it,
ragging a furious battle by men yelling quite a bit.
The clouds are gone, and memories reveal a battlefield,
observing the pain from blood at swords and shield.
Being the knower of a keener steel,
timeless observation, inherit keen.
The dance of swords has its prophesying catch,
for foes to be hemmed to the battles edge.
......
