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Your rich and bitter beans
So smooth and flawless
To part from you would be despairing
To ban you would be a crime
Your rich and bitter beans
So smooth and flawless
To part from you would be despairing
To ban you would be a crime
This cup of coffee
Is like the blood in my veins
It's just important as oxygen I breathe
Without it I'm only half a person like a zombie
this substance dependence
Dear Coffee,
Mornings aren't the same without you,
I always think of you, like a weird cue,
You make me smile from ear to ear,
nothing in this world tastes more dear,
The warmth on my lips,
Oh creamy coffee...
So comforting and warm
Iced in the summer
Hot in the winter
Oh sugary coffee...
1, 2, 3 spoons of
delicious and delightful
sugary goodness
I have a late night McDonalds crew.
I'm betting you wish you had one too.
We go and we get ice cream and fries.
I'll usually go for two apple pies.
Three girls and a boy, well an honorary female.
My coffee is black
Like the night sky's color
The sugar
Is like the bright stars in it
The smell
Is like the fresh air
Some write of ventures and business conquests
Those American Dreams turned expedient success
Some pen their journeys from rags to riches
Entrepreneurs admired for their ambitions
Sorry, I only take white when forcedWhen good ol' SaltedAnd Milk or DarkAre no longer an optionBecause ravenous seekersHave depleted the stockLike junkies chasing the horse...
The stars where drunk
or maybe it was I.
Maybe there was too much coffee in my viens
and not enough sleep in my eyes.
Maybe I've lost my way
or I'm just out of my mind.
I'll get myself another cup
I like my coffee milky and sweet.
No bitterness. No darkness.
I like how the creamy milk
Swims in the coffee.
And I like how the sugar
Disappears instantaneously.
I like my coffee milky and sweet
You’d Think Coffee was Some Kind of Miracle Drug
10 PM
It’s not like I TRY to stay awake at night.
I wonder what she’s doing…
My love for you will be
Like your first cup of coffee in the morning
I might burn your tongue
If you’re not careful
But I promise to warm you up
I am, with out a doubt, a different kind of morning person.
I can guzzle 6 cups of coffee and never wake up,
But when you present me with valid brew
I undoubtable connect the theme of the day,
To you.
I wanted a sip of coffee,
but mother told me no.
Said it was “too much caffeine”,
and it would stunt my growth.
I guess she learned the hard way
The Kaffeeklatch
It's 9AM on a Monday.
The Grey haired seniors gather at the same ol' coffee shop,
wearing their varied camouflage, sports, and veterans hats.
Life is coffee.
Dark, bitter, sallow.
Each new sight I see
Makes me feel callow.
Yet it'll get me through this.
Today it grants me energy.
It'll dissipate lethargy,
So I will accept it as it is.
I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table.
I love the smell of homemade coffee and expresso beans in the morning.
I want you like cream, for the coffee I wake up from,
I want you like a dream, I dont want to wake up from,
I pray night and day, that he sends you my way,
I'll make you the queen, of my world and my space.
Dear Coffee,
You are the start of my mornings,
the end to my evening slumps.
Sometimes you come with sugar and cream,
sometimes you do not.
Dear cicadas:
Remember when breakfast
was a cup of coffee and a cigarette,
every morning standing with my back to the wind--
the glass statue,
I lift the cool
Tin pitcher, its handle
Biting to my bones.
Thick cream pervades
Its body, concealing numbered
Scars with silk bandages.
I push its frigid
Bottom up and the warm
A still, opaque midnight
Undisturbed, sleepy, and without refraction
Until golden tendrils of smoke roll in like billowing clouds
Coffee Talk
you don't have to say you love me...
as a bug snuggled in a rug,
aroma...basking in the aroma
a time well spent in thought
I sit here in the morning
Sipping my coffee.
Every single day
Something stops me.
I read the news,
A disaster here and there,
A sprinkle of protest,
A dash of terrorism,
You are my coffee.
A harmless drug
of which I cannot get enough.
You are my coffee.
The first thing
I think of in the morning.
According to the Food and Drug Administration,
caffeine is a highly addictive substance
You may not see it that way because its effects
lurk in our coffee cups
I drink, I drone,
My future unknown.
Coffee helps with the moan,
And early morning foam.
To college I’ve shown,
Myself a new home,
Though to graduate alone,
Brings itself a sad tone.
I bleed coffee
from countless sleepless nights
and I can't tell
if the bitter taste in my mouth
is from my drink of choice
or memories of his tongue.
Maybe it's the aftertaste
As I sit here and you sit there
With a coffee in-between us,
I think about the times
In the Car when you were right beside me,
And I would not talk,
And you were such a flirt it was obnoxious.
Morning dawns on the earth,
Like a day-to-day rebirth.
Rising from slumber once more,
An awake much like a chore.
Wiping the sleep from your eyes,
The pungent aroma
of the coffee beans welcome me,
the bitter, yet invitingly warm smell
as I pass through the glass doors
of my favorite place to rejuvenate.
There are more than a few things
Which I am pleased about,
that wash away my stormy days,
and cleanse me of my doubt.
Sometimes they are big things
and sometimes they are small
Dragged out of bed, still feel half dead,
The only cure, is coffee they said,
For a while it’ll suffice, and feel like paradise,
But could someone procure, some better advice,
The night is soft and pliant in my palms like Silly Putty,
traced with finger and newspaper-print.
It has imprinted
the sound of bells clanging in the forest
Deep inside my veins runs blood and something darker
Seeping through my skin and giving off an alluring odor
The pleasant taste of bitterness that encaptures the morning
The sun's up again, two more minutes, and the day has begun,
The pants with the rip on the left knee -- fold up the cuffs,
Ain't nothin' like showin' off the starry cotton socks!
A grounded bean is all it takes
Brewed and creamed
Dined with a cake
In the morning or afternoon
Black or sweetened
I have to choose
Oh! what cup
Shall I use?
My eyes are blanketed by a black veil that hangs in the air
I imagine the smell of coffee
Iced and tucked away behind the milk in the fridge
Later
Between sips
Sweet sentiments the birds sing to me,
This greenbelt of tall and lean,
shimmering tropical colors of green.
It peaks through my window,
dancing facets of light.
Touches the skin and warms the sight.
Taking in each deep breath in slowly without a miss,
Letting my stress dance away in an espresso bliss.
Forgetting all the negatives that turn skies melancholy,
Watching as my sorrows melt in a mocha swirl's melody.
On a frosty winter morning there’s nothing more comforting
than the cozy warmth of my bed, except maybe a cup of coffee.
A cup of coffee made just the way my mother makes it,
a quiet afternoon,
a mug of coffee encased in both hands.
i stare into the circle of beige,
at the steam coming out of the brim,
and i watch my anxieties evaporate.
a blue turntable,
coffee stirs me
from milky dreams
raises me from sleep
steam escaping
twisted sheets
still foggy on reality
until I wrap my fingers
I listen deep,
I stand in the sunrise.
I make a leap,
I am a surprise.
The sun beams hit my coffee,
I sip and read in devotion.
This day is meant for me,
To be an inspiration.
it’s paper mache and rhymelaughing with people with no sense of timeart is the lives of you and methe people that color history
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Bam! Hit that snooze button(like a champ!)
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Fine, life sucks, but fine
I crawl out of bed,
realize it I don't want to be late
so I shuffle into some (mostly)clean clothes.
my past runs up my wrist
all i know of is your soft kiss
with placid fingertips i do sure miss
the way you'd love me with no list
thinking of your coffee eyes
never came as a surprise
It's light. /
I want to sleep. /
Close my eyes and count the sheep. /
The sun is up, /
But my mind is not. /
Slip off the covers, /
The coffee steams hot. /
I take a sip, /
I’m everywhere and nowhere all at once.
No shape of my own, no self
I fill every inch of void around me
While being nothing at all.
Sleep deprived, zombie like,as mindless as air and as mechanical as the shifting gears of a manual transmission.Some have a spark in their eye or a bounce in their step;
I don’t like to drink coffee, it intensifies my anxiety
or maybe it makes me more aware;
to uncover when i thought i was already bare.
got to fill my schedule up wth tasks;
can’t have time to simply sit.
If an island ever daredTo be stranded with meI'd take my laptopAnd a coffee shopWith the wi-fi free
I could live without a phone.
I don’t need an Instagram,
I don’t rely on siri.
I could live without electricity.
The sun and moon shall light my way,
I go in the coffee shop around 11:26, I stop before moving forward again, I have seen him for the past 3 month,
oh god his smile always met me at the door, he always get the same thing small hot green tea amd a doughnut,
Ah..
The sweet smell of coffee
roasting from a far,
The taste, the buzz, has never been so good.
Splash of cream,
spoonful of sugar.
Mary Poppins would be pleased.
Every morning is a delight,
Your calloused hands reach out and give to me,
like God reviving one whose almost gone,
a warm blue cup of steaming sanity.
For four quarters you gift me life anon.
A little bit of coffee....
Okay, more than one just cup. To get me going, to wake me up.
A few drops and shots and pumps and cubes.
To add a little flavor and put me in the mood-
Mother of 5, not knowing if her day will rise.
Rubbing her eyes, hoping to keep the day alive.
Grabbing for her cup, to take a sip of the rush.
Waiting for the warmth to enter my veins and reach right for my brain.
In the early hours,
Morning of a late summer day,
The fog hung softly in yellow light,
A moist dew hung on the window sill,
I've developed such a strong feeling for you-that I can't live my day-to-day life without your reassurance.You keep me going, quite literally.I can't live without you.
Today, I will enjoy it.I will enjoy my coffee.I won't think about everything that bothers me,Or troubles me.I will enjoy sitting on my bed,Waiting for the flood of light to enter the room.
Staring over the steaming fumes,prophetic wisps, tendrils of the muck,rising up and twisting in her nose,
Eyes bloodshot,covers torn asunder,an empty bed lays in ruins,
I am a cup of coffee in the morning
with a milky way swirl
galaxies colliding together
in the stillness of the morning
the Earth holds its breath
my atoms awaken
the stardust in my skin vibrates
drink your coffee black, so it's bitter, but you like to focus on the sweeter things in life.
Do not pick broken things up. Your bare, un-callused hands should not reach out and caress. Do not try to glue the pieces back together. You will end up bleeding. You will end up with a leaking, half-assed excuse for a cup. You will be burne
I met a boy
on the outskirts of campus,
playing a game of frisbee.
his eyes shined like oceans
shimmering in the very depths
of the beauty in
the place mermaids call home.
exotic
one word to describe
a euphoria
an infinity
of pleasure
and defiance
against a tasteless
mindless
society.
The river that flows
steam like hot lava
There's a romanticism to sitting down in a bookstore with a yet unpaid for book in hand
Seeking out the coziest corner where your Momma won't find you
Not for want of searching or yelled whispers
It was warm and sunny outside
and the way the brick walls held
that heat inside like a blanket
reminded me of our winters.
The buzzing willow crowd
made me smile
like when you tapped my nose
Who am I?
No filter flow, who am I
I am an extrovert and an introvert I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing and a sheep in wolf’s clothing
Thoughts of nothing
In times of despair
I see you strutting
Like you don't see me here
I wished to fly like a choir on high
To live like a new being awoken
To be sheet thin and soar the sky
Tea on a Sunday
evening
Two young girls
hide behind their words
their illustrations
small talk eludes
dark realities
too afraid to address
the monster
in the closet
Mountain valley's rise.
to quakes of dissonance,
Curving in the gears beneath each watch face,
Sleep in her voice, that's when rules are gone and the truth is set free. Nothing but honesty.
I’ve been exhausted in vain
Becoming a waste of space
Growing used to verbal abuse
For a minimum wage
Black Coffee, no cream.
Blending of a dream
Blackness with a gleam
A smile with a beam
A day turned supreme
With Black Coffee, no cream.
Black Coffee, not lean.
Yet pure and pristine
5am.
Irish cream.
Did I really wake up,
or was it just a dream?
Did I really heal?
Did you or did you not help me?
Is this really ending?
When did I get so clingy?
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend
Like a coffee shop meeting
After a long time apart.
The warmth brushes past my face in faint traces
Of smiles and laughter and past graces
Every morning I sit on the table
And everything looks so banal
Until you sit with me on your silver tray
Every morning I sit on the table
And your fragrance fills up the air
I drink your bitterness because
No, I don’t go for the coffee
I mean, I do like the coffee
But really, I just like to be there
A cup of hot bitterness
Smoothed with a splash of cream
Is my excuse
It’s away
He is tasting every savory wordWith a clenching jawIf he doesn’t lower his voice the barista will noticeAnd the inky hipsters drinking their black coffeesWill become our audience
you run through my head
like drips of coffee
run down my cup
i can see you there
and i know you shouldnt
really be there.
but i encourage you to move faster
and you sometimes make me dizzy
Warmth in its purest form, making its splendid
path down an oh-so welcoming, tired, pink
ache. Creme de la creme, worlds finest sleep
walker juice. Cocaine made from mothers kitchen;
I take my coffee black, but was that ever a bad thing?
Bringing back to Martin Luther King preaching about letting freedom ring. The joyful choir sings let the 20th century voices be head
Up early in the morning to the smell of coffee
Hearing the alarm go off makes me salty
Stumbling over couldn't finish my dream
awaken to a world that isn't what it seems
rushin movements to make it on time
She wakes up in the morning
She pours a cup of coffee
She thinks:
What is it to be Free?
What is it to be an American?
I want it to be like this;
swadde in blankets smelling of you, I
stretch free of that innocent outer skin
of childhood, easily, like slipping off
clothes
Later, I will feel at home content.
Oh, your sweet smell!
Oh, your dark complextion!
How can I control myself
when you're sitting next to me?
Your eyes are heavy.
Yet, your smile so bright.
You bring joy when you come around.
Hate.
Seems like you can’t function without it.
Have your coffee dark roast—
Extra bitter.
Lukewarm,
Grounds swirling in the bottom,
--Swirling like those hateful thoughts,
coffee
so much coffee
better get coffee
i desire this so badly
for you to have your coffee
nothing is worth your
frowning face
(May 2013)
So, let it out. Hold nothing back.Write like me.What I feel. What I think. What I know. Which isn’t much…This is all so new… I’ve never been in such an unfamiliar place.I love it and hate it, all at the same time.
Early mornings enhanced by your bold flavor, awakening my senses.
With a few sugars and some hazelnut cream you become the perfect way to start the day.
It's the bitter, sometimes, sweetness that leaves me wanting more
Whether the weather is cool or hot I can't seem to stop this addiction
Caffeine is simply a bonus
Walking through a forest of lighter strawberry hues
a sign pops down besides me:
'Wake-Up' or hit 'Snooze'?
Ten more minutes, Please!
I'll wake up when the clock screams:
Let's go back. I mean way way back.Just a face in the bleachers, a train on the track.With your laces tied together I thought you would fallBut you kicked off your shoes and it made me feel small.
I used to steal everything
All my jewelry and perfume
But you can’t steal from a coffee shop
So that’s where all my money went
I knew a girl who took fire to her arms
Coffee
Coffee is like a seed.
It plants itself in your brain.
It grows inside you
'til you cry in vain.
Taller and taller it shall grow.
Intertwining through your soul.
Oiled handprints smeared on walls
Mark the places memories once stood
I forever wander through emptied halls
Trying to reach you, if only I could.
Blank counters, layered in dust
The roaring of the seas,
Clogs my ears for me.
Fears pound around my head,
Hidden now and then,
By rising droplet armies,
This morning happened centuries ago
and there are still traces of Crest on my tongue.
My irises are like coffee filters
straining the paradoxical dream sequences
created by my starved psyche.
I have coffee breath but it is worth it.
I had concert breath and sleep deprivation
but it is worth it
to feel the energy of
a dark room with only the stage lights
and an acoustic guitar
Sit at the table,
the booth that was only whimsy, fiction until this moment,
smooth the java with single servings of nostalgia
and laugh a laughter deep,
nourish me for a lifetime.
I need to marry a man who plays the guitar. No, the piano...yes...the piano. I need to marry a man who plays the piano and sings beautifuly.
