Brewed Poems - Poems about Brewed

buddy hear this coffee factor my dad drives a jumbo tractor if you say to me drink some herbal tea you will need a chiropractor. ...Read the rest...

At the coffee shop, a chap walked in, Ordered a latte, wore a sly grin. With a carrot, he stirred, no spoon in sight, Perplexed, I stared, as my thoughts took flight. The buzzing barista continued her work, Same as...Read the rest...

aromatic and deep mahogany decoction swirled with steam a cupped nectar of rebirth morning glimpses of heaven first sip a remembrance nuanced tincture delicate demitasse mmm...Mine...Read the rest...

Sunday breakfast love Joy with daughter and grandson Eggs kisses warm...Read the rest...

And just like Summer. Your love warm and hot- like steam. Coffee best serves two...Read the rest...

In a far-away land hot moist less air rises up to the heavens in a single file, heavy with the echoing cries of drought It meets a blanket of cold moist air of the stratosphere descending,...Read the rest...

'Oh I brew my own beer' Laura said to her peer I heard all In this fall That I was not so near...Read the rest...

Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk Stared on him and questions accumulated, Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight! Aged like the finest...Read the rest...

Brewed in Holland Ah the land of Orange In the land where the blond daises Drinking in heat waves, Sharing smiles and holding hands, Rescuing black, dirty hearts And then they fall apart and only pity kisses Hold them together. Love is...Read the rest...

It is in the blowing of winds and thoughts- In the Fragments of coherence. Beauty swings. Laughter slides. The sun-tanned sands of time crawl In metaphorical rhythm. Meaning floats like a dawn-lingering fog. Damp yet almost non-existent. Gentle...Read the rest...

In this poem you find me standing alone in the darkness of night. Standing in this same place while the sun is up would have been of little or no consequence. Somehow darkness triggers the element of...Read the rest...

screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly drowned in sincere fondness from its hypnotic scent.better than hell.better than a new-mown hay.better than anything else that...Read the rest...