Category Archives: Coffee Poems / Literature
“Coffee” / by Francis Saltus Saltus
Voluptuous berry! where may mortals find Nectars divine that can with thee compare, When, having dined, we sip thy essence rare, And feel towards wit and repartee inclined? Thou wert of sneering, cynical Voltaire The only friend; thy power urged
“Coffee” / by Francis Saltus Saltus
Voluptuous berry! where may mortals find Nectars divine that can with thee compare, When, having dined, we sip thy essence rare, And feel towards wit and repartee inclined? Thou wert of sneering, cynical Voltaire The only friend; thy power urged
“Cups of Coffee” / by Carl Sandburg
. The haggard woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers … in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel. The slim girl whose voice was lost in the waves of flesh
“Cups of Coffee” / by Carl Sandburg
. The haggard woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers … in your poem you pour like a cup of coffee, Gabriel. The slim girl whose voice was lost in the waves of flesh
French Coffee Poetry
. Bright plants, the favorites of Phoebus, In these climes the rarest virtues offer, Delicious Mocha, thy sap, enchantress, Awakens genius, out values Parnasse! René-Richard Louis Castel (1758 – 1832), French naturist and poet. Parnasse (Parnassianism) was a French literary movement
French Coffee Poetry
. Bright plants, the favorites of Phoebus, In these climes the rarest virtues offer, Delicious Mocha, thy sap, enchantress, Awakens genius, out values Parnasse! René-Richard Louis Castel (1758 – 1832), French naturist and poet. Parnasse (Parnassianism) was a French literary movement
Coffee off Shakespeare’s Feather
O! Here the coffee comes, the black sea’s round, the drink of bitterness and grief. The foamy haze of milk hides not thy depths and deep inside thy cup we know thine origin. And yet thy warmth doth comfort me,
Coffee off Shakespeare’s Feather
O! Here the coffee comes, the black sea’s round, the drink of bitterness and grief. The foamy haze of milk hides not thy depths and deep inside thy cup we know thine origin. And yet thy warmth doth comfort me,
cabernet, coffee grounds and the in between / A coffee poem from Karen Suriano
a lawyer’s wife once told me upon learning i made my own wine that she read somewhere the mark of a good cabernet is a bouquet reminiscent of the lingering, mingling smell (and she said this part with great
cabernet, coffee grounds and the in between / A coffee poem from Karen Suriano
a lawyer’s wife once told me upon learning i made my own wine that she read somewhere the mark of a good cabernet is a bouquet reminiscent of the lingering, mingling smell (and she said this part with great
„java dreams“ / A Coffee Poem by Karen Suriano
. surveilling the curve of her hips through the steam of his latté that curve, he thinks could engulf my world . wiping fog from his lenses he gazes blurry at the sway inhales her rockingchair walk catches his breath
„java dreams“ / A Coffee Poem by Karen Suriano
. surveilling the curve of her hips through the steam of his latté that curve, he thinks could engulf my world . wiping fog from his lenses he gazes blurry at the sway inhales her rockingchair walk catches his breath
“Realignment” from Karen Suriano
. the spying eyes of sunrise find me stumbling bumbling to the kitchen blind coherent thought is undermined sleep slugs, grey matter intertwined lurch on undaunted, the freezer is mined of roasted nirvana for electric grind scoop and measure the
“Realignment” from Karen Suriano
. the spying eyes of sunrise find me stumbling bumbling to the kitchen blind coherent thought is undermined sleep slugs, grey matter intertwined lurch on undaunted, the freezer is mined of roasted nirvana for electric grind scoop and measure the
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