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Derrick Jones Sep 2020
Inside this mug of
Fresh brewed coffee I find a
Moment of pure peace
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Faith Sep 2020
They smelled of coffee and tobacco
          But not in a poetic way
          The way that makes me want to
          get away from you
I can smell the addiction in your breath
Druzzayne Rika Sep 2020
After the end of cold evening
I pull through the sleeves of my sweater
Keep my hand wrapped around my coffee
Get ready to dive into a new adventure
The book resting on the table
The one who'd keep me up till early morning.
SelinaSharday Sep 2020
Hello thought I'd just walk away today!

Not the kinda Lady who'd quickly step a guys way.
I'm a smooth unrushed latte.
cold drink sipped slowly give ya a brain freeze if you got in a hurry.
I'm a colorful cool flurry..
Stir me quick the colors can get too blurry.
Haha lolzz my temp fails.
Train tracks can't be derailed.
A slow story read, browsed gently..pages turned kindly.
I'm not rhyming just to sound pleasantry.
Time I understand..
But its not a reason to step away or get out of line with destiny's plan.
Be about your quick sought errands seek your own plans.
I'm a cool cup of coffee best sipped romantically in the right hands.
By selinasharday rose S.A.M 2020 9/1/20
Slowly yet gently, neva in a hurry..
lattesandpokez Sep 2020
sssshhhh, did you hear?
it's an amazing day today!

so rise, freshen up!
open your window, light a cigarette,
brew yourself a cup of coffee (or tea, if you prefer that)
freshen up!

because whatever's in line for you today,
the world is out there, welcoming you with open arms!

so raise your glass,
let's toast to a new day ahead!

and when the night comes,
the stars and the moon are going to look down at you smiling,
congratulating you for doing great today!
i love you all, you're all doing great! idk what this poetry is about **** but aye have a great day everybody!
Pockets Aug 2020
Drinking
Dreaming of Ireland
Dreaming of freedom
The kind of freedom America only promises
Green Fields
Coffee
Whiskey
Red headed women
Dutch gold Dublin dew
Wrapped in a brown paper bag
Ireland
I wish I was there with you
but the world had other plans
My love
My home
Ill see you soon
Or die trying
Pockets Aug 2020
People have a lot in common with coffee
Some of us are sweeter than others
Some of us taste of spice
Some of us are black
Some of us are brown
Some have too much milk and turn out white
Some of us are cheap
Some of us are not
Some of us are free
Some of us are not
We all came from different places
We all have different names
Americano, cappuccino, caramel latte
But as we all gather in this coffee shop
Only one thing is true
Coffee is coffee
What you make yourself is up to you
Kara Shirlene Aug 2020
As I sit across from you, lost in conversation and coffee
I get an unexpected feeling.
But oh, how my soul knew.
In the middle of spring, and without any warning
Sunlight rushes through.

But outside it was raining.
I was pleasantly confused.

So days and weeks I float through.
And on an ordinary Wednesday,
Lost again in conversation and coffee.
I realized... the Sunlight I feel is you.
©KSS 4/2018
Seranaea Jones Aug 2020
dark fluids unwelcomely
invade relentlessly into
materials unprepared

creeping brisk black hot
indiscriminant and unbound
consuming lust for gravity

over the edge
         down the legs
               onto my lap
           down my legs
over my edge
         into me—

offensively...





"coffee-brake"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
first posted on ms
2008

"thx Doug..."
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