Poem -
Coffee cup
I’d like to hear some insight into this poem,please let me know what you think
The cup sat filled, warmth and steam rising from its little body. The earthy scent of fresh coffee helping make everyone feel alive and happy.Â
The cup slowly emptied as voices raised. The warmth draining away and leaving the whole room a little bit colder. The scent nowhere to be found, washed away by tears and regretted words.
The cup sat empty now, forgotten. The time it should be washed up and put away. But it wasn’t. It was left, now stone cold, nothing left to give anyone.
The cups still there, voices are still raised and tears are still falling.Â
Coffee cups aren’t always going to help.
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I have to say Sophie, I really really like this, in fact I love this style of poetry. It takes the imagination to bring out the scene set all around a simple cup of coffee...well done x
Thank you so much ! It means a hell of a lot to me.
i like imagination in poetry, the kind where people can take their own interpretation from it, it makes r special to each individual.
I’m very glad I’m managing to get that across ??
Good evening Sophie , Basically I echo Marion's words , I love how a simple coffee cup can draw out such a strong piece of work ! Very well done and I certainly will read more of your works . Hoping you have had a good day and well done on your piece :)
Thank you so much ! That means a hell of a lot to me