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Black Coffee

Another piece about coffee! What can I say, I just really love coffee! Jackie Chan couldn't have said it better:


"Coffee is a language in itself"

To me and to many around the world coffee is indeed a language, a way of life, a passion, and more. Well, poetry is my language, and often find myself writing a lot of poetry about coffee. Perhaps it's because I often drink coffee while I write. Do let me know what you think of this poem in the comments and subscribe to be notified when I post!


Coffee Beans Spilling Out Of A Mug

A bitterly beautiful

Dance on the tip of the tongue ,

Burns right through one’s being

And bone,

Sharp and sleek,

It slides down the soul

And into this void

Which it fills

With shooting stars

And racing cars

And fancy fickle thoughts

Of floral dreams,

Soft skin that gleams

With the aura

Of timeless charms

And brawny arms —


Cacao notes and nutty noise

Seep through the roasted rhymes

Whilst morning chimes

To compose the synaptic

Verse and rhythm

Of treacled thoughts

And rose-coloured glasses —


Caffeinated crimes

Misting the lenses

And charring one’s palms

To a crisp shadow

Of late nights and wronged rights,

Of empty cups and sallow sights —


Java joy is one of

Life’s respites.



© 2021 Shreya Alagramam


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