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Like A Cup of Coffee


Too often a time, I poured myself
Into a deep and empty mug
Which sat on the shelf
Just long enough
To gather a small layer of dust.

One too many times
I left myself dark;
Black without a drop of sugar.
One too many times
I scolded the tongues who drank.
One too many times
I aroused with my aroma
To later discover its staleness.

Like a cup of coffee
On your early Sunday morning
I am there,
Now sitting impatiently...
Waiting for you to realize
That I'm not so hot anymore.

Too often a time, I poured myself
Into an old and crackled empty mug
Which sat by the sink
Just long enough
To stain the bottom of myself.

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  • Sharptooth
    May 22

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    Brilliant metaphor in so many ways, I was really impressed with this poem & am glad I stumbled upon it.

  • excellent~

    I enjoyed this from start to finish
    I rarely drink coffee but when I do it has to be French Vanilla or Irish Cream Coffee...I bookmarked this one and so far no muse for it....
    Best of luck to you winning this and it's a fav in my book...also nice to meet you and hope you come visit me in my poetry section soon
    Again good luck
    Hugs
    Susan~~~

  • butiful Rianna ... i love me coffee
    xxx cheeky xxx

  • this is stunning. i love this poem, the imagry is fantastic. and coffee is gooooddd. you have amazing writing talent, keep it up

  • ahhhh, I love coffee



    This is beautiful, so tantalizing. [honestly, I don't know WHAT that word means, but it sounded like it belonged there, I'll look it up after I leave this comment]

    This makes me want coffee so badly, but I'm not in the mood to drink anything hott.

    "Like a cup of coffee
    On your early Sunday morning
    I am there,
    Now sitting impatiently...
    Waiting for you to realize
    That I'm not so hot anymore.

    Too often a time, I poured myself
    Into an old and crackled empty mug
    Which sat by the sink
    Just long enough
    To stain the bottom of myself."

    My favorite stanzas, they stand out so clearly and the imagery is SO vivid!

    Good luck in the contest

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