"coffe" poems
On the border of
U.S and Mexico
someone saw
a ZULU.
On the ice-land of
Netherlands
with ice area birds
a team was seen- a team
of ZULU.
On the sea-shore of
Caribbean
some persons were
swimming
People were saying- ZULU
A new brand of
baby foods
which was only on
e-commerce site,called
- ZULU
A coffe
restaurant chain's name
in Africa was-ZULU
A scientist's
research
project's
secret password was-
that has been changed
from 'a' to double
'u'-ZULU.
It was zala
not zulu
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Sticky fingers,
***** toes,
Smelly *****
Beads up their nose,
PRECIOUS
Snot stained blouse,
Sick stained shoulders,
Work gets harder,
As they get older,
WONDERFUL
Midnight screaming,
*** in your bed,
Barbie in your coffe ***
Poor goldfish overfed,
GOOD TIMES
Money problems,
Teenage tantrums,
Nose rings, blue hair,
Football anthems,
PARENTHOOD ROCKS!!!!
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 3:15 AM UTC
Woke up
With my eyes stuck together
and my lips dry
and my body stiff
I rubbed my face
and my eyelids almost closing again
i walked upstairs and walked into my room
and clothes laying eveywhere
grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head
and slipped my arms through
messed up my messy hair
and walked in to the bathroom
and looked myself in the mirror
my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips
and my stubble growing in slowly
walked out of the bathroom
left the light on
and into the kitchen
i yawned,it left me feeling weake
opened up the cuboards took out the coffee
walked over a basket with bread and took a slice
made the coffe and let it to boil
put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast
looked out my window
and the blue sky moving slowly
with the clouds fluttering along
the trees turned yellow
and the streets wet,for it rained
the toast popped out
and coffe was made
sat on the table
rubbed my face
the coffee steam raveling my nose
and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast
i thought about the day
and
smiled...
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Ingredients for 6-8 people
• 4 egg whites
• 2 egg yolks
• 100 g (1/2 cup) of sugar or 5 tablespoons of fruit sugar (alter to your own preference)
• 500 g (2 1/2 cups) of mascarpone cheese
• 4 small coffee cups of espresso coffee
• marsala wine (or brandy or cognac)
• 400 g of savoiardi or lady fingers (sponge cake fingers)
• dark chocolate powder
Preparation
1. Make espresso coffee, sweeten, and add the marsala wine (or cognac) to it. Let it cool a bit.
2. Separate the egg yolks and the whites of two eggs in two bowls.
3. Beat sugar into the egg yolks.
4. Beat the mascarpone into the sweetened yolks.
5. Add two more egg whites to the other two and whisk until they form stiff peaks.
6. Fold gently egg whites into mascarpone mixture.
7. Quickly dip both sides of the ladyfingers in the espresso mixture.
8. Layer soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone in a large bowl or pan (start with fingers, finish with mascarpone).
9. Sprinkle dark chocolate powder on top.
10. Refrigerate for one hour.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
the smoke it pours slowly out
my shadow seems to be following a little further behind
I'm loosing my grip on this steering wheel
Swivin in and out of traffic
I see Minivans and 18 wheelers
honking and blazing thier horns
I'm struggling to stay awake
but only 2 more hours and I'll be home
I dig in my glove compartment and pull out
a pre rolled cigarete and my Oney Box
I spark the cig and pack me a little one hitter
puff them both down fast
and drink my 3 hour old coffe I got at some rumie gas station
its cold as ****
but it'll do the trick
I scratch my eyes and my *****
and turn up the radio The Current is a little to Indie for this night ride
So I put on 93.6 The Blaze and listen to some As I Lay Dieing
Ironic I have'nt died yet....
I listen and tune in
and then I tune out as the white dotted line
directs me towards home
where my dog awaits
to greet me
it's been a long trip
yes it has
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
doing the heavy lifting
*picking up my emaciated heart,
letting the rest of my wilting body
tag along qualifies, but is not the
heavy lifting referenced above.
we all have a meeting, the bits and
pieces, the bobs and keepsakes
that constitute my mien, a constitutional
convention of 13 colonies that raucous
write of burdens, of freedoms, with wild
inspirations and cold political calculations
this combining document hoping to topstitch
my reeling mind and deteriorating physic,
to write words of hopeful praise but rising
to a world that is baking in hatred into fabric
and tissue, and that is the heaviest lift of all
Sunday morning, coffe-d, somewhat rested,
a full day planned, and a Mike Message says
it’s me that does the heavy lifting and I know!
he knows! the displaced state of my mind, and
the hardened ache of writing with fresh hope,
when there is so little, that it is lost in the litter
of endlessness of a world gone, not going,
mad~insane and murderers are
illogically celebrated,
and yet here I am punching words on my
AM Morning Punch List of worthy words
available that aid us needy for repair & yet
might move us together to a state of full repair;
but I am punchy from trying, to find words
themselves that require do not require, a
truth washing,
a new word recleansing
and*
(they put the load right on me),
*and naïf-not, see the troubles ahead and get
me more paper to add to the list of lists of
worldly worrisome words that are heavy
lifting of the world as it is but know I weep as
I write this for not in my possess the light airy
words, the wordsmith is crushed neath the weight of***
tonnage of human word-lessened-ness
Sunday Morning
Oct 22 2023
9:02am,
writ in a singed single cry
Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 10:09 AM UTC
You know what i'm tired of?
I'm tired of mental abuse..
No one understands, cause no one ever sees.. There a no visible scars, no proof, and no one has seen.
I am a target of angry outbursts and sarcasm.
It piles up on me, day after day, month after month.
"You just wanna make me look bad!" He tells me
"You brought it on yourself" he laughs
"I treat you like you deserve to be treated!"
"For a smart person you're really dumb"
"Your friends will start to hate you"
And when i say i've had enough..
"You make me madder than anyone ever has!"
"You're such a liar!"
"You're so ******* selfish! You think the world revolves around you"
"That's not what you said, did or felt."
"You just try to make me look bad"
"I didn't attack you! Your mind is really messed up for thinking that"
"You are welcome to leave at any point. There's the door"
-i'm sorry daddy-
"I have your best interests at heart, if you would just listen to me more.."
"I can't stand to look at you right now.."
"You'll never change"
-yes daddy-
When my brother asks me why i'm crying
"Your sister is crying cause she knows she did something wrong"
-i'm sorry i dropped the cup of coffe on the floor-
"You've got to be ******* kidding me!"
"You will be the death of me!"
"You had to mess things up again didn't you?"
-sorry Daddy-
"Too late, i'm done with you never thinking!.."
"This is all your fault!"
I hate how i can't do something without instantly thinking -was that okay?-
"How dare you eat that taco without asking!"
"You just keep pishing my buttons!"
"This is YOUR issue!"
"You can't do anything right!"
"You need to be careful in how you respond to me"
But the ones that hurt the most..
"The house is peacefull when you're gone"
"We can't sleep when we know you'll be home soon"
"You'll never change"
I try my best.. And i can't just leave, cause i still love him.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Remember when we first met?
It was the best day of our lives.
Remember when we first kissed?
It sent shivers down my spine.
Remember when we first had ***
It reminded me that you're my life.
Remember when I forgot?
It got rid of all my strife.
Remember when you yelled at me?
It hurt my ears to hear you scream.
Remember when I dropped my coffe?
It stained your carpet with sugar and cream.
Remember when you met my friends?
You told me you didn't like any of them.
Remember when I forgot?
It showed me that you were no gem.
But do you remember the good times?
Where we laughed and sang our songs?
The times that we would hug it out?
No matter if it took too long?
Remember when we worked together?
And I was always late?
I bet you don't remember this.
Didn't I say forgetting is great?
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
Can you still recall
the days that passed when you were young..
playing pirates with wooden swords,
the adventure of a six years old
Hide and seek and climbing trees
those days when we're free..
Be smart inside the class,
or just a shy nobody
where you find friends
whom you thought that will last..
Life in slow motion
vivid color of days..
world on high speed,
every moments we chase
they're long gone..
Running on the streets all day
on summer days and month of May,
or sitting by the window
watching the rainfall
paperboat, coffe cups and matchstick flags
walking on tiptoe
feeling the earth's warmth..
cheap marbles on sight
watch the kite takes its flight..
as it flew away, so high
it will be ok if we try..
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 4:30 AM UTC
1.
Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.
2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.
3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.
4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.
5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.
6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
I don’t believe in reincarnation
But if I did
I wish to be reincarnated in the grass u lay on and that star in the sky
The same star you wonder at every night
Or the soft breeze that blows by your window first thing in the morning
Your dark coffe mug so I could be as close to your lips as I can be
Ur mirror so u could see yourself through my eyes
The tree that sits in your backyard so you can trace our initials on my skin
And I don’t know if reincarnation is real but I know our love is
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
It was a five finger discount
Just a benign theft
It wasn't hurting anyone
Besides, it was going to look good in my breakfast nook
I put on my "cross your heart" seat belt and jetted home
It was a beautiful coffee mug crafted by Incas
It wasn't like I looted the store
I now refer to it as my stolen-Incan made-oversized coffee mug
But I guess I should have seen the warning label
"ATTENTION THIEF, THIS MUG IS CURSED BY ANCIENT SPIRITS! AND IF YOU DARE KEEP THIS MUG ALL THINGS DRANK OUT OF IT WILL CAUSE YOU HORRIBLE PAIN AND SUFFERING"
Now every time I have my morning coffee it either tips over on to my lap or gives me a sudden case of the runs
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
Proper lines at their proper place,
And in perfect time if you could,
Please, that would be great.
Rightful colors at their rightful place,
And in record time, if you
Sped up just a little, just a little.
I seem to have noticed your arms look slugghish,
Maybe you should add a bit of cafeine to your coffe.
I think we should get someone else,
Your dead eyed stare
Might start to affect morale 'round here,
Maybe you could go home a little earlier,
Without cutting at your hours.
Have you tried being glad for the opportunity ?
Have you tried being happy for the food on your table ?
What do you mean you wish for more ?
Meaning isn't part of your work, you know,
Proper Lines, and Rightful Colors, with
a Smile on your Face, a Bright, Happy, fried Coworker.
(we do want you quieter)
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 4:34 PM UTC
We’re alone, together,
The rhythm of the coffeehouse swirling around us,
A quiet cacophony of colliding ceramics,
flatware, and the splash of coffe hitting cups.
Each lost, writing on legal paper
I buy in daisy yellow in a small attempt to brighten my day.
The couple to our right aren’t anything spectacular, really.
Even though they did talk about
The drug market when you left for the car.
Even farther right, at a table you suggested, I sat with josh.
We came in early on a Sunday morning,
Stumbling clumsily upon a place he really wasn’t too fond of.
Funny, as he complained of the coffee and décor, I wanted to stay more and more.
It irritated me: his lack of knowledge or the willingness to gain one.
With you I’m comfortable,
And secretly, I wish he was sitting there,
So you could butcher him with words.
Chop off his 70’s ***** hair, with one swift cut,
Because you always seem to peg him,
Exactly where he deserves to be hit.
I love the contrast of the moments,
With him, I struggled to see, wished for more, and searched for an end.
With you, skin is velvet, voices: harmony, memory a beautiful cacophony.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:14 PM UTC
A Starbucks without wifi is like a tavern without a jukebox, all fluid no flow.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Coffee shop walls know it all.
My secrets, wishes and obscure fantasies.
I write in the comfort of their arms. I know these walls can do no harm.
I feel protected.
I know I will not be judged.
I feel in an odd way loved.
In the public eye, People pass me by.
Some whisper, some stare.
There are times when I feel like an outsider within the shadows of this city.
These walls have become my home.
Something I can call my own.
My heart pours out freely onto the paper in front of me.
I am safe. I am free.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
I light the gas
put on the kettle
You like tea, don't you?
I'm a coffe person actually
But you like tea
and I'm hopelessly lost
I'm grabbing things
from the refrigerator
left right and centre
What do you eat for breakfast?
I'm inhaling memories
drinking sensation
dining on your touch
not remembering much
Your form of sensual chloroform
is sensational
The kettles boiled
the cups are still empty
your touch on my lower back
is heavenly
I'm not sure
I'm where I need to be
the kitchen you say?
Shall we?
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Should we be grateful ?!
We can eat three times a day.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are starving.
Should we be grateful ?!
we can drink coffe , fruit juice and cold drinks
Meanwhile people in Gaza are thirsty.
Should we be grateful ?!
We can sleep using a warm blanket in our comfort room.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are freezing in flooded tents.
Should we be grateful ?!
We can freely use wifi.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have difficulty getting internet.
Should we be grateful ?!
We can freely use electricity.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have to charge their cellphones using solar panels.
Should we be grateful ?!
We can relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are trapped in dangerous chaos.
Should e be grateful ?!
We can go to any places we like.
Meanwhile people in Gaza don't know where to go.
Should we be grateful ?!
We have money to buy anything.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have difficulty getting donations.
Should we be grateful ?!
We can buy all the necessary things.
Meanwhile people in Gaza cannot buy anything because prices are increasing.
Should we be grateful ?!
Our children can play in the park and go to school.
Meanwhile children in Gaza are exhausted from queuing for water and food in the sweltering heat.
Should we be grateful ?!
Our children can sleep peacefully while having sweet dreams.
Meanwhile children in Gaza cannot sleep because of the sound of non stop bombardments.
Should we be grateful ?!
Just because our lives are still pretty normal.
Meanwhile the lives of Gazans are far below normal.
November 2024
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
I can hardly bear this
tension of my lips
as I fall for the silence
in your hands
I remain silent till
the coffe gets cold
the streets get slippery
because of a radical darkness
somewhere there is a first
breath, a first kiss,
a last breath
I want to forget all languages
except the language of whispers
a rumbling cascade this feeling
of my quiet fingers
such a wonderful paradox
within a broken world
innocent dreams can envision
you
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish
That I had a Sign
Like a constant notepad
For people to read
Maybe then they would try to
Listen a little closer
But I wear the silent bells now
Calling with my empty voice
The room gets bigger
But I feel suffocated
Fidgeting with no fingers
Bleeding nails of yesterday
Or mere seconds ago
I spin walk around in an oval shape with edges
Sometimes I wish for an open wound
Needing care
People bring bandage to a funeral
And flowers to a wedding
Pictures of the beautiful ******
Ignoring the anxiety cloud of a Girl
I get through the sorl of breaths and coffe
The sounds of the red light klonking loudly
Breaking through my headphones
Sometimes I really wished they could see
See my constant struggle to survive in this neurotypical World
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
I must be talking to you
About these past few days thats been rough
About how the blue skies become strange dark grey unknown
About the suddenly lightstorm breaking my body
About those stars who shines darkly often
I must be telling you
About our songs became a death march very instantly
About the roll of mixtapes out of the line and playing badly
About the lovebirds suddenly gone hatebirds
About how naive she is whos writing these poems lately
I must be watching you
About how you have fallen for the beauty and ditch the poetry
About how your long black coffe turns out to be a sweet lylac tea
About two lost souls meet at the wrong time asking somebody
About how i drunk on tears after you watch choose and dancing with the beauty.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
You are as bright as a star in heaven
The sweetest fantasy that could ever happen
Each time I know you better make me realize
That you are the right for me to idolize
You always cheer me up like an angel
Whenever I feel like living in a hell
Whenever you came to my dream at night
You make me believe that tomorrow is gonna be all right
Lucky me to know you in my life
To be able to support you in many ways
Waiting for you to notice me in your life
And I will keep on praying for always
I dedicate this poem to a man
Who will always be my inspiration till the end
Written sincerely from a fan
Who always hope to be one of your friend
I know im not the girl that always go into your Concerts
Or buy a STARBUCKS Coffe
But i assure to you im your LOVER and Fan.
I LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU EXIT <3
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
Saw this girl I said **** what you doing down here?",
She said "Uh excuse me? Could you be more clear?",
I said "Did jesus come back and bring you along?",
"Because girl when I saw you all my composure was gone!",
Lost for words so I spoke with my heart,
I said "God must of used his paint brush on you to define masterful art",
She giggled a little with the cutest shinning grin,
So I marvelled at her beauty took a pause and then,
I took a leap of faith and asked "Coffe sometime?",
She replied "That would be lovely so I told her "The pleasure was mine!",
She kissed me on the cheek just to seal the deal,
My knees got weak I wondered "Is this forreal?",
Last thing I remember is her gorgeous green eyes,
Wrote my number down quick but to my surprise,
She slipped hers in my pocket,
I was on top of the world flying in a rocket,
I wore that smile the rest of the day from ear to ear,
But she never answered my question what was she doing down here?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
Miss Frulling, Miss Frulling
What are you doing?
Not a pancakes been flipped, coffe just finished brewing,
And you've taken two to the ally for ********
Have you been checked? Answer's "no" i'm assuming
Miss Frulling, Miss Frulling
I often wonder
Did you fool us, or was it a blunder?
A quick shot at fame, or hate for your mother
You might be a **** but can i have your number?
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
I remember you tall.
Running marathons with ease as the
Portland breeze was my only relief as I
Staggered behind to a crawl, you – you
You turned back,
Picked me up and said the blisters on my
Feet showed a need to push harder – to attack and I –
I wanted to keep going. To fight through tears and blisters
Sitting in the corner of your office.
Small firm accounting. Where I had my first
Toffee, you excelled at numbers, serving rich and crass
You smilled, sipped your coffe, flipped through pages fast
One day, you went to the store. You
came back empty-handed, like a child forgetting a chore, you
you looked confised, but your wrinkled smile didn’t fade.
At least, not until you
At least, not until you – you
You
Forgot my name.
A life is a collection of memories
And hopes
And for you – for you
-for you that was
Fading
My fear wasn’t as loud as
The “nope” I was saying
Like all
My well wishes could stop
The slope you were slipping
Like – like
Like I could have the audacity
To force you into
Into staying
Your gray beard, your
Coffee staining your shirts and
Your jackets
Weighing heavy
The tracks
My
Tears were laying when your
Your last word to me was “hey”
Trying to stop
Stop my crying in vain
Now
These jackets weighing
Weighting too heavy on grandma, she
She put them on my shoulders
The soft leather
Felt more like a
Boulder, my
My
My arms
Slipped through the sleeves,
Sleeves crawled at the wrist
Funny, I remembered you
tall
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC