Coffee Poems
Cozy Little Café
by Everleigh Blackburn
In a cozy corner of the town,
There's a local café that feels like home.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
Fills the air with warmth and comfort.
The chatter of familiar voices
Blends in with the soft hum of jazz,
Creating a symphony of relaxation
That soothes the soul after a long day.
......
A Steamy Cup Of Coffee
by Everleigh Blackburn
steam whispers from the cup,
a sultry embrace,
rich and dark,
as I cradle its warmth—
the way hands linger,
and fingertips flirt.
a sip,
bold and bitter,
awakens every nerve,
......
Coffee talks
by Niels De Schryver-
Continue readingCoffee
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 talks
by Niels De Schryver-
Continue readingA Steamy Cup Of Coffee
by Everleigh Blackburn
steam whispers from the cup,
a sultry embrace,
rich and dark,
as I cradle its warmth—
the way hands linger,
and fingertips flirt.
a sip,
bold and bitter,
awakens every nerve,
......
Cozy Little Café
by Everleigh Blackburn
In a cozy corner of the town,
There's a local café that feels like home.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee
Fills the air with warmth and comfort.
The chatter of familiar voices
Blends in with the soft hum of jazz,
Creating a symphony of relaxation
That soothes the soul after a long day.
......
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.
......
