#coffee poems on Hello Poetry

kortu valentine 4d

my boss asked me
to have a coffee chat
with the new girl.

talked about goals,
progression,
settling in —
it was the kind
that made me proud
for having
such a great team.

two hours later,
she quit.

this one is about a one-on-one i thought went really well.

#career #work #job #interview #chat #coffee #leaving #resignation #quitting #team

Robert Moe Aug 30

CAFFEINE NIGHTS

On caffeine nights when I study late
And drink for concentration,
I lay awake with open eyes
Wishing I could sleep
Peacefully and dream relaxing dreams.

Dreams where I conjure
Up images of running in fields
Of clover or corn
Of wet sand between our toes
With the tide rolling in and out over our feet,
Or lying in bed
Holding you in my arms
Sharing love to Quincy Jones.

I lay awake under the covers
Cold in the room above the blankets
Where I am warm and secure
Wishing I could sleep and dream.

Sometimes we cry for sleep
Where we can be alone in our beds
Without companionship
We don’t know if we want
But we know we sometimes need.

In college I used to frequently drink coffee to stay awake and study. Who didn't right? Then I'd be too wired to sleep once I was done studying. You either lay awake, tossing and turning, or you relied on other means to fall asleep. That pathway is partially described and some parts not hinted. That is another story for another day.

#coffee #caffeine #late #night #studying #too #wired #to #sleep

Michael Lord Sep 20

Morning Footnote

Did you awake a little blue?
Grandma’s cocoa fix is tried and true.
Spoon two big heaps into your brew;
Quickly bid those blues adieu.

Ever since learning in college to drink coffee, I have drunk it strong and black. No additives, no lattes, no girlie drinks. I make one exception, occasionally adding two heaping spoonfuls of cocoa.

#cocoa #coffee

Michael Lord Sep 20

Morning (for you, Kelly)

I love
My little room
Entire silvered by dawn.

Tossing into trash bin
Yesterday’s coffee pod
I toss out yesterday’s cares.
Inserting a new pod
I turn the page
Of my small life.

As the Keurig brews
That first cup
It sounds a shush:
Quiet be, still be, just be
Look at the cedars and firs
Glowing with the
Fire of God.

So I sip
Coffee and chill morning air
And rock my rocking chair
To the rhythm
Of birds at the feeder

All else can wait

#sunrise #coffee #birds

Bekah Halle Sep 15

Cracked china tea cup

I have a bashed-up coffee donker,
From too hard and too much dinking —

It sits there, next to my retro, white barista-chine*,
On my movable wine bar,
Slash coffee trolley cart;
My all-in-one entertainment station.

Where, previously, I had a silver aluminium bucket
Storing all my coffee sloshes.

It seemed like a convenient (cheaper) way
To free my frustrations fancifully —

I could have gone to a firing range,
Or let some golf ***** fly,
Usually though,
I just internalise the anxiety and rage —

Life is fragile
Like a china tea cup cracked —
Do we hold on to these crooked pieces,
Like we hold our inner wounds,
Hoping to mend them one day —
Is it something sentimental?
Mindful?
Frugal?!

Precious.

*machine

Broken — like the heart-wrenching things we hoard inside — In this world...But not the next!

#coffee #life #brokenpieces #crackedchinacup

Dann Scot Sep 9

COFFEE BREAK

The L. T. was green,
And equally mean,
Full of swagger and bluster,
And all the authority he could muster.
Bold in command,
This brash little man,
Who strode all around
Like he owned the **** ground--
Barking orders and spittle,
Never regarding how little
Regard in which he was held.

It was the midnight shift,
And L. T. in a tiff,
Cause his coffee had run out.
The L. T. with a shout,
Demanded a fresh *** be made--
No matter if the deployment was delayed.

In stepped the Sergeant broad and tall,
Striding to the Lieutenant who suddenly seemed small.
“The troops have a duty to move this line.
Your coffee can wait--this ain’t the time.
And never raise your voice to one of mine.”
The Sergeant stared a moment then turned on a dime,
And made himself a cup of joe taking his sweet *** time

Memories from a midnight working the deployment processing line...

#military #sergeant #coffee #nco #lieutenant

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Sep 9

Brood

Originally ‘Freebird’ | November 2024

She awoke and reached out for the morning embrace;
her brow bone grew wrinkled, not spotting his face.
The sheets were smoothed neatly,
coffee brewed strong, just black.

He put the pack upon his shoulders
to begin a journey.
He’d never be back.
Enamored by potential,
and driven by grief.
On the dirt road with beetles -
creamed corn and beef.

The ground barely shook,
as he climbed up hillside.
It’d rain, sleet and thunder -
He maintained his stride.
Until she crossed his path,
destination less clear,
and you could bet all your fortune
he stayed for a year.

She taught him of tea tree,
the joy in a tithe,
and he grew a new glisten in his once down turned eyes.

On the wrong side
of a small, disheveled bed;
what was actually the right,
he grew again fearful,
and left in the night.

She awoke and reached out for the morning embrace;
her brow bone grew wrinkled, not spotting his face.
The sheets were smoothed neatly,
coffee brewed just the same,
but she started using creamer
and choked on his name.

alterations aren’t just for my jeans

#grief #coffee #wanderer