Medium heat showers at six in the morning
Freshen me up with that needed zest
Vitalizing me to face another day
The flow of water sounds like waterfalls
Pinnacles of a bathroom
Smells of hygiene everywhere
Shampoos, creamy soaps and aftershave lotions
What a day to start your motion
Back to my room
It’s like a routine; I’d know which band of clothes to choose
Soaking cologne to my body is a boost
Enhancing your confidence
And be more prudent
My wet look
Would make women get hooked
After doing my routine, I step out of the front door
Grabbing the morning newspaper from the lawn
Back to the living room
A delightful aroma of the best natural coffee
Penetrates my nostrils
My brain sends signals to my body
'Be ready for energy and vitality'
I sit down in the kitchen
Reading the headlines and checking my schedule
I pick up the cup on the table
My passion is tested
I deeply inhale
The first sip could expand your blood vessels
After the next sips
I could feel the blood rush
My heart was beating faster
Like a conga beat
The caffeine with a dropp of chocolates
Driving me to a roller coaster ride
That is what I need
To face the world
Get a cup of coffee
Get a Cappuccino
Don’t say no
You’ll know
It is my routine too. I enjoyed reading your poem. It makes me feel in my mental ease, home.
you have graphically described the morning rituals to prepare for the day ahead. oh yes tea or a cup of cappuccino, the aroma, sipping slowly- just my kind of thing to greet thr day. only i keep the newspaper aside for that time and want to be one with nature. very nice poem yusof.
im not a coffee junkie, but i need a shot of a strong one once in the morning. there's nothing like black coffee. i love the way you took my mind on a very narrative journey. very vivid images shoots in my mind with every word i read. addictive.
what a day, , , , poetics are all about seeing unseen things which we feel every day...
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Yum! Your poem sounds delicious. I've read many other poems of yours but I'm in a hurry. My mum's calling me so I quickly commented on one. I'm new on poem hunters but I think that poetry was born in you, you're a natural. I love the use of vocab. i've written only one and you,144! ahh! I'm definitely astonished.please read my poem about anger. P.S: I'm only an innocent eleven year old.
BEST AROMA..ths describes most the original and natural cofee.. morning s nice after a cup of cofee, , but how about the lines, WET LOOKED, WOMEN WERE HOOKED...naughty....hehehhehehhe
A vivid description of a normal morning...something we would called yet another day, which has been spiced up by the Cup of Cappuccino, makes me want to drink coffee now, :))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice and neat, a cup of Java. Is that nearby? Oh, but I take mine strong and black. Milk is for babies and calves, unless you're a goat, a lamb or a colt. I'm gonn'a make some coffee-a bientot.