Poems about cafes

1. What are the poems about coffee? 1. A cup of coffee brings a lifetime of happiness.

Time is like a cup of coffee, the longer it gets, the stronger it gets.

Coffee is life, with ups and downs.

4. The fragrance of coffee lingers on me.

5. Right hand coffee, left hand poem.

6. Love, a misunderstanding, is a little more dangerous than caffeine.

7. There were fairy tales in the coffee shop, and I met him again.

8. The heart is bitter, like a cup of coffee that forgot to put sugar.

9. A cup of coffee is as warm as the ocean.

10. Coffee says: Even sugar is sweet to sadness.

1 1. The sour and bitter of espresso, and the sweet and strong of plum wine.

12. Full of elegant caffeine aroma, obsessed with it, can't stop.

13. Make a pot of coffee, carefully filter it, add no sugar, no milk, only a little salt, and enjoy fancy coffee cups that have not been used for many years. At that time, all people and things were shrouded in dense fog, slowly, spread out and gradually disappeared.

14. Coffee is bitter or sweet, not how to stir it, but whether to put sugar.

15. The faint aroma of coffee fills every inch of breath.

The poem about coffee is 1. Coffee is life, with ups and downs.

2. The world of coffee is small, but it is absolutely exquisite and profound.

3, coffee is not in the mood, only people who drink coffee are in the mood.

The aroma of coffee hovers in the air, which makes me miss my lost love.

One cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup on the stove. We witnessed eternity in the cafe.

6, a person sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, dimly lit, no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water.

7. It is a wonderful beauty when people focus on their own hearts. This kind of beauty is like the taste of coffee, which is intoxicating.

8. Coffee has become more mellow in repeated grinding, and our feelings have become more intense in daily collisions.

9, put a cup of coffee on the table, I will savor its bitterness, in fact, it left me not bitter but wanting more.

10 Actually, coffee is like drinking. Some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, and some people drink all kinds of wine.

1 1, will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet you with a smile, not talking about the past, just saying hello, just saying, long time no see.

12, many people don't like the bitter taste of coffee, especially charcoal burning, which is dozens of times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine. Many people say it is unacceptable.

13, it's dawn, it's another tomorrow, take a sip of coffee, look at the residue in the cup, laugh, understand, fate has come and gone, just like the cycle of day and night, the fate is over, and the days will continue to wander.

14, I like to wear headphones and hold a cup of freshly brewed coffee on a moonlit winter night and enjoy the beauty brought by this song alone.

3. Poems describing coffee 1: Coffee is not bitter.

Bright Lights, Brilliant Minds: A Tale of Three Cities

Shake away the midnight, shake away the heart.

Behind your hurry

a cup of coffee

Cold, autumn shadows

Coffee is not bitter.

Bitterness is parting.

Shake away the lingering midnight.

I am the dominant wolf.

painful

Changhao

sky

Vaguely romantic

Taiqian

Delicate breasts

The incident of throwing ink over it.

And your eyes.

dissolve in

The dark brown bottom of the table.

Your eyes are my eyes.

Your heart is my heart.

Your smile is my smile.

Your voice is my voice.

midnight

Shake my heart

It's already midnight.

Half, into my heart.

Coffee is not bitter.

Chapter 2: Bitter coffee

Look at the wind outside the window.

With cold intoxication.

Pick up the mark porcelain cup

smile dryly

Drink up your sorrow.

Watching birds fly in the air

There is a sense of loneliness.

But after the pain,

I still don't understand.

mistaken destiny

Boil a pot

black coffee

With sweet and sour dew

Face it calmly

Don't regret it.

Taste the taste of growing up in it.

bumper

black coffee

Exhausted the beauty and suffering of youth.

Equal maturity precipitates into the cup.

Taste the preciousness gained by hard work again.

Watching wild chrysanthemums swaying in the wind

There is an enduring charm.

I only know that when winter comes.

Become stronger.

So as not to get tired.

Watching the snow fall and the grass fall.

This is an unyielding reincarnation

Keep reminding me

After a cold

Spring will follow.

Boil a pot

black coffee

With sweet and sour dew

Face it calmly

Don't regret it.

Taste the taste of growing up in it.

bumper

black coffee

Exhausted the beauty and suffering of youth.

Equal maturity precipitates into the cup.

Taste the preciousness gained by hard work again.

Chapter 3: Afternoon Coffee

Winter sun

Walk with quiet steps

In the afternoon, sneak into the reopened window.

Coffee, steam and me

Take a calm bath together.

Go to sleep and slowly lower your sad head.

This is a cold breeze.

wake up with a start

That cup of thick ripples

Chapter 4: Walking past a coffee shop

There are mountains, water, flowers and love.

This charming city, cars

Still running that rugged, endless, loving route

The sun circled and spread in the valley.

Busy streets, many strange faces.

But there is only one you and me, and I stop for it.

That room is warm, sweet and dreamy.

Once lively and quiet, the cafe is mine.

I miss you again and again.

At night, the whistle sounded heartfelt encouragement.

This night, this coffee shop, just you and me, quietly.

Taste the sweetness of the night and stop your gentle eyes.

The roses in your hand are in full bloom in the heat.

At night, I can't stop my inner beauty

Messed up this life, drunk beauty, ruined the heart.

Quiet, the noise of the coffee shop; Sweet smiling face of cake

Coffee shop, filled with love for roses.

The glitz of the city can't be erased, and the memorial service of love.

Embrace the heart that is about to be separated, without sadness.

No tears, more attachment and lingering.

Without an oath, I believe I will stay in my mind forever.

You and I are flying in the legendary song, the moment of knowing each other.

The coffee shop smiled and said goodbye to you and me in the music.

Let love run aground here, in this city.

Stay in this coffee shop, silence, love forever.

Chapter 5: Coffee

Open the window.

Let this bitter fragrance flow gracefully.

The weakest tongue

Feeling: pain!

Like brown eyes, calm and intoxicated.

In a small transparent cup.

Weak strength

Let it ripple helplessly.

Splash a few tears.

The element of happiness

sedimentary

Disappeared in the cold coffee

The poem about coffee is 1. Coffee is life, with ups and downs.

2. The world of coffee is small, but it is absolutely exquisite and profound. 3, coffee is not in the mood, only people who drink coffee are in the mood.

The aroma of coffee hovers in the air, which makes me miss my lost love. One cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup on the stove. We witnessed eternity in the cafe.

6, a person sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, dimly lit, no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water. 7. It is a wonderful beauty when people focus on their own hearts. This kind of beauty is like the taste of coffee, which is intoxicating.

8. Coffee has become more mellow in repeated grinding, and our feelings have become more intense in daily collisions. 9, put a cup of coffee on the table, I will savor its bitterness, in fact, it left me not bitter but wanting more.

10 Actually, coffee is like drinking. Some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, and some people drink all kinds of wine. 1 1, will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet you with a smile, not talking about the past, just saying hello, just saying, long time no see.

12, many people don't like the bitter taste of coffee, especially charcoal burning, which is dozens of times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine. Many people say it is unacceptable. 13, it's dawn, it's another tomorrow, take a sip of coffee, look at the residue in the cup, laugh, understand, fate has come and gone, just like the cycle of day and night, the fate is over, and the days will continue to wander.

14, I like to wear headphones and hold a cup of freshly brewed coffee on a moonlit winter night and enjoy the beauty brought by this song alone.

5. Poems about coffee, son. When did you start studying coffee? A very picky person doesn't represent me. I am easy-going, but my picky about drinks is unbelievable. A friend once said with a smile, "You are very open-minded. Why are you so picky about what you eat? " The implication is that I am not satisfied with my choice. I don't care what others say, and I can't treat my delicate stomach badly. I know my eating habits are difficult to adapt to the environment, but my stomach is too stubborn for me to change. No matter what occasion, I only drink water, milk and juice, and hot drinks are the best. Never touch your mouth with drinks like alcohol. I tried to drink other drinks, and when I swallowed them, I felt 10 thousand balloons floating in my stomach, making me dizzy with flatulence. Things like alcohol also discourage me. In those gray years, I completely drunk myself with a whole bottle of wine, and the feeling of rolling and vomiting still reminds me today. I first met cappuccino after I met her. She is a gentle and romantic woman, and cappuccino is her favorite. I also have the habit of drinking coffee. ) Since I read the article she wrote: The white cream cappuccino stirred in the cup rippled like foam, and the air was filled with attractive fragrance, like beautiful and illusory love in fairy tales. After taking a sip, the rich aroma immediately rushed to the throat, then immersed in the stomach, with a mellow warm current and then a strong bitterness. I know coffee tastes bitter and lonely. Although the fairy tale of love that has passed away quietly is beautiful, it has no trace like a breeze. After savoring the bitterness, there is still a little sweetness in my heart. That smell is hard to get rid of, and I can't bear to give up the mysterious and unforgettable cappuccino. On this windy night, your smell reappears leisurely. From now on, I can't give up your bitterness, and your temptation will be my heart forever. Memory ... I fell in love with cappuccino, because there were few hot water and drinks at work, and the only hot drink in the nearby coffee shop was only bitter coffee, which made it difficult for me to swallow. Cappuccino has different flavors. From then on, I fell in love with it unswervingly and without regrets. Cappuccino, what a beautiful name, is a mellow drink. Holding a cup every day, watching the hot breath slowly emerge from the hole of the cup, a refreshing smell will vaguely float into my nose. That instant comfort and tranquility can't be replaced by any drink. I don't know whether I love its heat or its fragrance, but I know that falling in love with cappuccino means falling in love with loneliness. When I sip into my mouth, a kind of happiness, satisfaction and warmth will fill my heart. All the unhappiness and troubles will escape without a trace, and I will be more lonely when I am satisfied. There are many kinds of love, and there are many kinds of happiness, just like I have a crush on cappuccino, and maybe it is one of them. Perhaps the hardest thing now, but what must be done is to accept the fact that it has reached the "tomorrow" I am afraid of. Oh, by the way, the homework is due today. Looking through my notes in a hurry, the bookmark that accompanied me for many years caught my attention for the first time. My best friend gave it to me. She went to different schools in different cities. I remember what she said to me when she gave me this gift. It seems to be a few philosophical words. But I don't remember. These years have passed, and I just take this bookmark as a symbol and memorial of our friendship. But I have never paid attention to the above content. Tonight, when I was preparing for a night of torture, the pattern on the bookmark finally caught my attention: there is a sunrise by the sea in front. A person, small and sad, is enjoying the beautiful sunrise on the beach. On the back of the bookmark is a simple cartoon. A few ticks and a cup of hot coffee will come out. I'm not sure how to understand the next English word. A Beautiful Life or A Beautiful Life? I think the meaning is not much different. I like coffee, especially freshly ground Kona black coffee. But I never thought that coffee was the beauty of life. I dare not expect coffee to make life better. I only know that a cup of fragrant coffee can make me very excited now. In fact, what's not beautiful in life? In the eyes of romantic people, every season is beautiful. Mountains, grasslands, rivers and canyons, poets can write praises wherever they go. Even the dry and lifeless desert was praised. Why not sing a hymn? You went to Gobi.

6. Who can read some poems about coffee and see how I provided this one? I still have it in my computer. I can send it to you if the landlord needs it

coffee

I often taste the bitterness of coffee alone.

When I feel tired

When I feel happy

When I feel sad

In every different cafe

The mood will be different at any time.

Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet

But it's more of a kind of silence.

Leaning on the sofa in the coffee shop

Listening to melodious light music

Have a strong mocha.

Your mood will be relaxed.

You will feel the beauty of life.

The pursuit of drinking coffee is a feeling, an atmosphere, a state of mind and a relaxation.

Cappuccino embodies romance.

Mocha Blue Mountain is deep.

Starbucks gives people lofty sentiments.

Whether romantic, deep, or lofty sentiments.

It is most important to find the feeling you like in coffee.

7. What poems describe "coffee"? 1. Part 1: Coffee is not bitter.

Bright Lights, Brilliant Minds: A Tale of Three Cities

Shake away midnight, shake away the heart.

Behind your hurry

a cup of coffee

Cold, autumn shadows

Coffee is not bitter.

Bitterness is parting.

Shake away the lingering midnight.

I am the dominant wolf.

painful

Changhao

sky

Vaguely romantic

Taiqian

Delicate breasts

Spill a past event like ink.

And your eyes.

dissolve in

The dark brown bottom of the table.

Your eyes are my eyes.

Your heart is my heart.

Your smile is my smile.

Your voice is my voice.

midnight

Shake my heart

It's already midnight.

Half, into my heart.

Coffee is not bitter.

2. Chapter 2: Bitter coffee

Look at the wind outside the window.

With cold intoxication.

Pick up the mark porcelain cup

smile dryly

Drink up your sorrow.

Watching birds fly in the air

There is a sense of loneliness.

But after the pain,

I still don't understand.

mistaken destiny

Boil a pot

black coffee

With sweet and sour dew

Face it calmly

Don't regret it.

Taste the taste of growing up in it.

bumper

black coffee

Exhausted the beauty and suffering of youth.

Equal maturity precipitates into the cup.

Taste the preciousness gained by hard work again.

Watching wild chrysanthemums swaying in the wind

There is an enduring charm.

I only know that when winter comes.

Become stronger.

So as not to get tired.

Watching the snow fall and the grass fall.

This is an unyielding reincarnation

Keep reminding me

After a cold

Spring will follow.

Boil a pot

black coffee

With sweet and sour dew

Face it calmly

Don't regret it.

Taste the taste of growing up in it.

bumper

black coffee

Exhausted the beauty and suffering of youth.

Equal maturity precipitates into the cup.

Taste the preciousness gained by hard work again.

Chapter 3: Afternoon Coffee

Winter sun

Walk with quiet steps

In the afternoon, sneak into the reopened window.

Coffee, steam and me

Take a calm bath together.

Go to sleep and slowly lower your sad head.

This is a cold breeze.

wake up with a start

That cup of thick ripples

Chapter 4: Walking past a coffee shop

There are mountains, water, flowers and love.

This charming city, cars

Still running that rugged, endless, loving route

The sun circled and spread in the valley.

Busy streets, many strange faces.

But there is only one you and me, and I stop for it.

That room is warm, sweet and dreamy.

Once lively and quiet, the cafe is mine.

I miss you again and again.

At night, the whistle sounded heartfelt encouragement.

This night, this coffee shop, just you and me, quietly.

Taste the sweetness of the night and stop your gentle eyes.

The roses in your hand are in full bloom in the heat.

At night, I can't stop my inner beauty

Messed up this life, drunk beauty, ruined the heart.

Quiet, the noise of the coffee shop; Sweet smiling face of cake

Coffee shop, filled with love for roses.

The glitz of the city can't be erased, and the memorial service of love.

Embrace the heart that is about to be separated, without sadness.

No tears, more attachment and lingering.

Without an oath, I believe I will stay in my mind forever.

You and I are flying in the legendary song, the moment of knowing each other.

The coffee shop smiled and said goodbye to you and me in the music.

Let love run aground here, in this city.

Stay in this coffee shop, silence, love forever.

4. Article 4: Coffee

Open the window.

Let this bitter fragrance flow gracefully.

The weakest tongue

Feeling: pain!

Like brown eyes, calm and intoxicated.

In a small transparent cup.

Weak strength

Let it ripple helplessly.

Splash a few tears.

The element of happiness

sedimentary

Disappeared in the cold coffee

8. The sentence describing the coffee shop (1) This coffee shop is not very luxurious, but it is very simple. What is different is that there are many flowers in this coffee shop, because the owner of this coffee shop is good at growing flowers. If you want to breathe the air, you can drink it outside. In fact, it is just a balcony, but it is beautifully dressed and can breathe more fresh air.

(2) This is the first time to come to this coffee shop. As the name implies, there are many things about Jimmy in the house, although I haven't found it yet ... Now it's renamed Beifei. Originally, I planned to go to a coffee shop. The last time I went there was two years ago ... A long time ago, one of the reasons why I especially wanted to move to the city was that I wanted to find a quiet and comfortable place to stay in my spare time for an afternoon, and maybe I could have some encounters and adventures.

There are really few distinctive coffee shops in Hangzhou. It's boring to go to big coffee shops like Starbucks, Phoebe, Peaches and costa. Noisy and impetuous. (3) On Saturday afternoon, we sat in the coffee shop and chatted. I like the mood of the coffee shop and its beauty in details. It is a combination of elegance and romance.

We walked on, and a strong smell of coffee came to our nostrils. I took a deep breath and felt much more comfortable. When we walked into this coffee shop, we felt it was like a paradise.

A crystal clear river divides the whole coffee shop in two. On the one hand, the bright sunshine covered by the eaves, facing the breeze in the hot summer, drinking coffee, seems to have come to Xanadu; On the other side, it happens to be in direct sunlight. On a warm afternoon, lying on a cane chair, basking in the sun and tasting coffee is also a very pleasant thing.

(5) Coffee shops and romantic music. She chose the meeting place in such an elegant place. When he came, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the man she grew up with in disbelief.

How can it be that (6) the lights in his coffee shop are dim, and the soothing music creates a sweet atmosphere. The taste of coffee was strange to him, but he tasted happiness.

When they are alone for the first time, their topic can't be talked about, and they always stay out of love. (7) Sitting alone in the corner of the coffee shop, the lights are dim, there is no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water. (8) Every time I walk into the coffee shop I often go to, I always sit by the window and watch people come and go outside the window.

I like that when I look at the sky, the sky you see is blue, not the darkness I see. I will also think of your smile, the warmth of holding hands and the warmth of dependence.

(9) When she entered the coffee shop, she told her boss that she wanted two cups of black tea, and then went straight to the second floor and sat down. When Saner entered such an atmosphere for the first time, it was inevitable that she was at a loss.

After sitting down, he looked around and sat in twos and threes with several couples. He also found a foreigner surfing the Internet with a netbook. It doesn't matter if you don't look. This made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

Look at Juanzi sitting opposite her. She has taken out her mobile phone to play. It's not the first time I've seen this posture. After a while, the boss brought black tea.

Although the boss is a man, he feels very quiet and gentle. Www.duwenz.Com( 10) Finally, he found her at the door of the vine-covered coffee house.

Ina sat in the corner by the window with her back to the door. But Elvin recognized her hair, figure and skirt.

Elvin saw this light blue skirt in the catkin flying window. Also, his familiar purple silk scarf is tied on a shoulder strap beside her.

(1 1) I don't like coffee, but I like the atmosphere of the coffee shop. Our unexpected meeting may be a kind of fate. Thank God, we have learned to cherish! (12) In the afternoon, I walked into a coffee shop on the corner. I like to sit by the window.

Through the clear and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can lazily look at people passing by in the street, but you will not be surrounded by noisy noise, but you can get elegant and slow light music. (13) I'm just an ordinary girl. I have some money occasionally. I went to the coffee shop to drink coffee, listen to light music, look at the pages of magazines taken out of my bag, watch people coming and going outside the window, and then deliberately think about it. Those who rush by, they are trying to be extraordinary for their own ordinary. Will they have such a leisurely afternoon and drink?

I can't help but feel a little bit of joy in generate's heart, deliberately saying that they didn't. They are so poor. I thank my ordinary.