2. Poems about drinking coffee and reading books 1. Poems about coffee
When did you study coffee, son? ,---------------------. A very picky person doesn't mean me. I am very easy-going, but my picky about drinks is unbelievable. Once a friend 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 so stubborn that I can't change it. No matter what occasion, I only drink water, milk and juice, and hot drinks are the best. Drinks such as alcohol never touch your mouth. I have tried to drink other drinks, and once I have swallowed them, I feel like ten thousand balloons floating in my stomach, making me dizzy with flatulence. Things like alcohol also discourage me. In that gray years, I used a whole bottle of alcohol to get myself completely drunk, and that kind of tumbling vomiting still reminds me of it. I first met cappuccino after I met her. She is a tender and romantic woman, and cappuccino is her favorite. (I also have the habit of drinking coffee at ordinary times.) Ever since I read the article she wrote: The white cream of cappuccino stirred in a cup rippled like foam, the air was filled with attractive fragrance, like the beautiful and illusory love in a fairy tale. When I took a sip, the rich aroma rushed to my throat in an instant, and then immersed in my stomach, there was a mellow warm current, and then there was a thick bitterness. I knew that coffee tasted bitter and lonely. Although the fairy tale of love that quietly passed away is beautiful, it has been like a breeze blowing lightly without trace. After tasting the bitterness carefully, there is still some faint sweetness left in my heart. That kind of taste is hard to let go and I can't bear to give up the mysterious and unforgettable cappuccino. On this windy night, your taste reappears leisurely. From now on, I can't give up your bitterness, and your temptation will become my heart forever. Memories ... I fell in love with cappuccino, because there were few hot water and drinks at work, and the hot drinks in the only coffee shop nearby were only bitter coffee, which made it difficult for me to swallow. Cappuccino has a different taste. From then on, I fell in love with it unswervingly and without regrets. Cappuccino, what a beautiful name, is a fragrant drink. Every day, I hold a cup, watching the hot breath slowly emerge from the hole of the cup, and a refreshing smell will faint into my nose. That kind of instant comfort and peace can't be replaced by any drink. I don't know whether I am in love with its heat or its fragrance, but I know that when I fall in love with cappuccino, I fall in love with loneliness. When I sip into my mouth, a kind of happiness, satisfaction and warmth will fill my heart. All unhappiness and troubles will escape without a trace, but I will be more lonely when I am satisfied. There are many kinds of love, and there are many kinds of happiness, just like my unrequited love for cappuccino, perhaps it is one of them. ---------------. Perhaps the most difficult 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. This was given to me by my best friend. She went to a different school in a different city. I remember what she said to me when she gave me this gift. It seems to be a few philosophical words. But I can't remember. These years have passed, and I just regard this bookmark as a symbol and commemoration of our friendship. But I never paid attention to the content on it. Tonight, when I was preparing for a night of torture, the pattern on the bookmark finally caught my eye: the front is a sunrise by the sea. A person, small and somewhat sad, is enjoying the beautiful sunrise on the beach very comfortably. On the back of the bookmark is a simple cartoon. A few strokes ticked off a cup of hot, fragrant coffee. I'm not sure how to understand an English word next to it. "Beautiful life" or "beautiful life"? I think the meaning is not much different. I love coffee, especially freshly ground Kona black coffee. But it never occurred to me that coffee is the beauty of life. I dare not expect coffee to make life beautiful. I only know that a cup of fragrant coffee can make me very excited now. In fact, what is not beautiful in life? Every season is beautiful in the eyes of romantic people. Mountains, grasslands, rivers, canyons, poets can write praises wherever they go. Even the dry, dead desert has been praised. Why not sing praises? You have arrived in Gobi
2. Poems about coffee
1. Coffee is life, and both bitterness and sweetness are included.
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.
4. The aroma of coffee swirled in the air, which made me miss the lost love.
5. When a cup of coffee is cold, there is always another cup boiling on the stove. We witnessed eternity in the cafe.
6. Sitting alone in the corner of the coffee shop, the lights are dim, there is no coffee and snacks, only a glass of water.
7. It is a wonderful beauty when people concentrate on their own hearts, which is like the taste of coffee and intoxicating.
8. Coffee has become more mellow in repeated grinding, and our feelings have become stronger in the daily collision.
9. Put a cup of coffee on my desk, and I will savor the bitter taste. In fact, what it leaves me is not bitter but unfinished.
1. Actually, coffee is just like drinking. Some people only like beer, some people only like red wine, while others drink all kinds of wine.
11. Will you suddenly appear? At the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet you with a smiling face, not talking about the past, just greeting you, just saying, long time no see.
12. Many people don't like the bitter taste of coffee, especially charcoal burning, which tastes dozens of times more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine. Many people say that it is unacceptable.
13. It's dawn, another tomorrow. Take a sip of coffee, look at the residue in the cup, laugh and understand. Fate comes and goes, just like a cycle of day and night. When it's over, you need to continue wandering.
14. I like to spend time alone with a headset and a cup of freshly brewed coffee on a moonlit winter night, enjoying the beauty brought by this song.
3. What are the poems about coffee
1. A cup of coffee brings happiness for a lifetime.
2. Time is like a cup of coffee, the longer it gets, the stronger it gets.
3. Coffee is life, which contains both bitterness and sweetness.
4. Coffee wafted with fragrance, leaving me with bitterness.
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. My heart is bitter, like a cup of coffee that I forgot to put sugar in.
9. A cup of coffee is as warm as an ocean.
1. Coffee says: Even sugar is sweet to sorrow.
11. espresso is sour and bitter, plum wine is sweet and strong.
12. I am covered with elegant caffeine aroma, and I am addicted to it.
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. For a time, all people and things are covered with thick fog, slowly, spread out and fade away.
14. Coffee is bitter and sweet, not how to stir it, but whether to put sugar.
15. The faint aroma of coffee fills every breath.
4. Who can write some poems about coffee?
Look at this one I provided. I still have it on 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
My mood will be different at any time
Sometimes it is bitter. Sometimes it's sweet
but it's more quiet
Leaning on the sofa in the coffee shop
Listening to melodious light music
Having a cup of strong mocha
Your mood will be relaxed
You will feel the beauty of life
What you pursue when drinking coffee is a feeling, an atmosphere and a state of mind. A relaxing
cappuccino embodies romance
Mocha Blue Mountain reveals profundity
Starbucks gives people lofty sentiments
Whether romantic, profound or lofty sentiments
It is most important to find your favorite feelings in coffee
5. Sentences about coffee
Sentences about coffee
1. . .
2. Coffee is not in the mood, only the coffee drinker is in the mood
3. The bitterness and sweetness of coffee lies not in how to stir it, but in whether to put sugar; A pain is not how to forget, but whether you have the courage to start over. I like the atmosphere in the coffee shop, which is quiet and warm, and there are not too many noisy voices disturbing me. You can silently stare at the scenery outside the window, or you can lower your head to read the books in your hand. At this moment, time seems to be still, and everything is so harmonious.
4. A drop of fragrance is a variety of things in the world. Light aftertaste is not as good as that of Huang Lian, and it is not as sweet as honey. The taste of each is endless.
5. You can't give me endless fantasies like marijuana, but you always give me the urge to stop when I am tired, and stay with me in that countless midnight. I think I have long been used to your smell. My blue mountain and life are different because of you. If anyone dares to say that you are bitter, I will throw him into the abyss of hell and let him suffer all kinds of torture until he remembers your goodness and your sweetness.
6. Poem describing coffee
Part 1: Coffee is not bitter
The city lights
shake away the midnight and shake away the heart
After your hurried back
a cup of coffee
becomes cold. Autumn-like shadow
Coffee is not bitter
Bitterness is parting
After shaking away the lingering midnight
I'm the wolf who leads the neck alone
I'm sad
I'm howling in the sky
I'm vaguely
in front of the stage
I'm splashing ink
. My heart
Your smile is my smile
Your voice is my voice
Midnight
Shakes my heart away
You are half in, and the night is half
. Dissolve into my heart
Coffee is not bitter
Chapter 2: Bitter coffee
Looking at the wind blowing outside the window
Feeling bitterly intoxicated
Holding up the Mark porcelain cup
Smiling indifferently
Drinking up the sadness
Watching the birds fly in the sky
Feeling lonely
But after the pain
. > face
calmly, don't regret
savor the growing taste
fill a cup of
bitter coffee
let go of the beauty of youth and bitterness
wait until it matures and precipitates into the cup
and then taste the precious bitter and sweet
watch the wild chrysanthemum stand upright with the wind
only then will you know that winter will come
.
Remind me at all times that
after the cold
spring will follow
make a pot of
bitter coffee
face it frankly with the sweet and sour dew
don't regret
savor the growing taste
fill a cup of
bitter coffee
and let it go. The sunshine in winter
strolls with quiet steps
In the afternoon, I sneak into the reopened window
Coffee, water vapor and I
take a peaceful bath
Sleep, and gradually lower my sad head
It is the cold breeze
that wakes up
the cup of deep ripples
Chapter 4: Walking through the coffee house. The car
is still running on the rugged and endless route of love
The sun is in the valley, circling and spreading
The busy street, but there are only one strange face
You and me, so it has stopped
That warm, sweet and dreamy room
The coffee shop is busy and quiet in the past
for me once and for all. * * * that has struck a chord in the heart
This night, in this coffee shop, only you and me, quietly
savoring the sweetness of the night, stopping the tender eyes
the roses in the palms, blooming
in the hot night, can't stop the inner beauty
from messing up this life, getting drunk with the beauty and ruining the heart
. Sweet, smiling face of cake
Coffee house, filled with the love of roses
The glitz of the city can't be erased, and the memorial ceremony of love
Embrace the heart that is about to be separated, without sadness
without tears, but with more attachment, lingering
without vows. I believe that you and I will stay in the heart forever
and get to know each other.