Beautiful words about coffee

A cup of coffee

Dark in color, made to give the morning a sign, stable in a white cup on the edge of a window that simulates the coldness of winter with its warmth, and the heavenly rain and its sweetness with its taste. The lover sees it as a medicine for passion, nostalgia and memory, a renewed flavor that you cannot get tired of, even if it has become a morning habit that you practice every day. The hands of time stop moving without him.

Beautiful words about coffee

• My freedom is to drink my cup of coffee whenever I want.
• When I boil my coffee after midnight, I know it's time that I'm fine.
• Only those who see their devotion to coffee understand that it is not an addiction or a habit.
• One of the etiquettes of drinking coffee is to inhale its aroma and let it caress the cells of your head.
• Coffee for those who know it like me is to make it yourself, not to have it come to you on a plate; Because the bearer of the plate is the bearer of speech, and coffee is the companion of stillness.
• Two things are fun: hot coffee and soft rain.
• Affectionate is coffee when it offers us its spirit for the sake of our mood.
• If it were not for the bitterness of coffee, we would not have enjoyed the pleasure of dessert, and so is life.
• A cup of coffee, the sound of rapture, and a beautiful novel capable of moving a person from one state to another, as if a barren desert had become full of orchards and shadows.
• Coffee is an elegant and loyal brunette that will not let you down if you need it.
• Coffee has magic, counteracting spells of loneliness, exhaustion, and absence.
• The sweetness of the evening is summed up by a cup of coffee, and music roaming around.
• For those who love it like me, coffee is food for the soul, and a refined fragrance wafts through the air.
• For brewers like me, coffee has a crazy ritual, watching it dissolve into the invisible water molecules and passionately capturing its aroma.

In love and coffee

• Only a cup of coffee has the power to contain the pain when the evening comes, filled with the scent of nostalgia.
• My cup of coffee is the repository of my secrets, which does not let me down when the pains of life crowd in my chest.
• I sip my cup of coffee, contemplate its rising steam, and come to you with my thoughts and pulse. I sip it sip after sip, its taste is as bitter as your distance, its texture burns like my longing for you, but it adjusts my mood as I hope to meet you.
• A cup of bitter-tasting Arabic coffee flows through my veins, revitalizing blood that has slowed down.
• Like my coffee, you are Bismarck, who will kill me with the intensity of his charm. The two of you are similar in pleasure, bitterness, and addiction.
• Turquoise coffee with the flavor of longing that lingers between the whispers of my heartbeat is what I crave at this time.
• Evening coffee on turquoise melodies that fills the heart with comfort for every heart tired of longing for the one who was drinking coffee with him.
• My coffee today has a flavor of safety, with a fragrant reassurance that you planted. When solutions become impossible, we definitely need the permission of a friend to whom we broadcast some of our concerns to erase anxiety from our insides and plant some reassurance in its place. And I did, so accept and do not hesitate. Today you deserve to share my coffee with me.
• With a cup of coffee and the sun seeping through the letters melting with sugar, I came here to scatter joy, and search for your shadow to cushion love and stay with you.

Letters in coffee

First message:

Coffee has rituals known only to those with good taste

With every sip of my coffee, I only feel your beauty and your pink features

The mood of the morning in winter, velvety coffee, turquoise melodies, and nostalgia for unforgettable days accompanied by a face and light

Second message:

One of the etiquettes of drinking plain coffee is to inhale its aroma and let it caress the cells of your head

It is wise not to drink coffee in a hurry, for coffee is the sister of time.

Coffee is the sound of taste, the sound of aroma...

Coffee is meditation, penetration into the soul, and into memories

With every sip of my coffee, I feel it, it flows through my veins and spreads comfort in my body.

What could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book and a cup of coffee in this life?

And what better feeling than that moment when a small luxury turns into a necessity that makes you feel elegant today?

Third message:

Coffee is still the icon of the morning, and the mistress of warmth as we leave the ecstasy of a dream, bringing us together and gathering what is scattered from us in space.

So reconcile with yourself with a cup of coffee that you prepare yourself with long patience, with water you choose lazily, and solitude in innovative peace with oneself and things.

Coffee is like love, the more you are patient with it; It tasted sweeter and more mellow.

And I love the types of coffee to the soul, in which white milk mixes with the dark blackness of coffee, to give the morning its splendor.

Fourth message:

The greatest thing about coffee is its timing, so what do you need to find it in your hand as soon as you wish for it?

coffee is like roses; The rose has its flavor to be presented to you by someone else

No one presents a flower for himself, and if you prepare coffee for yourself, then you are in free solitude without a lover or a loved one..a stranger in your place. If this is a choice, then you pay the price of your freedom, and if it was forced, then you need a doorbell that rings to inform you of the arrival of a soul that has come to share the pleasure with you. your cup

Fifth message:

I want the smell of coffee..in fact, I only want the smell of coffee, and I don't want from all days other than the smell of coffee

When I drink coffee with you, I feel that the first coffee tree was planted for us

So let's make up a morning talk about anything, even if it's about coffee being bitter and your talk sugar.

But please don't cross my mind while I'm drinking coffee alone, I still like it without sugar

He felt about coffee

There are many poems sung about coffee and its mood, and these are some of them.

Bring me Babylonian coffee

Poem Bring me Babylonian coffee The poet Jahdhah Al-Barmaki Ahmed bin Jaafar bin Musa bin Yahya bin Khaled Al-Barmaki Abu Al-Hassan, an Abbasid poet, was protruding eyes, so he was called Jahdhah, and he was a skillful tanbouri who formulated melody and excelled in singing, and this is his poem:

Bring me Babylonian coffee

It simulates the sun's rays, but is even better

The cyclist spoke after his silence

And the Book of Roses has fulfilled that I am coming

cold coffee

Poem cold coffee The poet Munther Abu Haltam, a storyteller and poet, from the village of Tarqumiya, one of the villages in the Hebron region in southern Palestine, holds a degree in geological engineering, and is a member of the Jordanian Writers Association. He supervises several literary forums and websites on the Internet, including the Divan of Literature (Arabia), and this is his poem:

Good evening, madam

So it's a new evening!

I made my coffee

and recording machine

And that beautiful madman (Tchaikovsky)

The windows of my soul opened

I sprayed your favorite perfume

I prepared my foolish poems

And my papers.. And in the chest a prisoner bird fluttered

Minutes pass.. like a slow schedule

Coffee smells like waiting, madam

Coffee has the taste of kisses

And for the sound of the clock, your footsteps fell

The street lamp is yawning

The coffee has been cold for a while

And Tchaikovsky is tired of flying

The clock has the sound of rain falling

And in the ashtray fall asleep my extinguished cigarettes

From the window a half moon bids me farewell.

Good morning, Madam

A new evening will come

A half moon looks down on me

I'll set up the tape recorder

And that beautiful lunatic

Tchaikovsky

I will prepare my foolish papers and poems

I open my window for half a moon

And pure agate coffee

Poem And pure agate coffee The poet Ghaleb bin Abd al-Qudous bin Shabth Ibn Rab’i al-Riyahi al-Yarbu’i, Abu al-Hindi, a printed poet, realized the Umayyad and Abbasid states, and his poetry was easy to use in words and gentle meanings. (Abi Al-Hindi’s Diwan and his news - i), and this is his poem:

And pure agate coffee

The fly in her cup has sparks

Her wife water to humiliate him

She became upset when the male touched her

Likewise the virgin when she is alone

It shows modesty and fear

An ode to worries with yellow coffee

Poem Heal worries with yellow coffee For the poet Ibn al-Mu’taz Abu al-Abbas, the creative poet, a caliph of a day and a night born in Baghdad, and fond of literature, so he used to seek the eloquence of the Bedouins and learn from them. for the caliphate, so he stayed one day and one night, and this is his poem:

Heal worries with yellow coffee

And mix with the fire of the wind the light of the water

What deceived you from it is its obsolescence

In the cauldron is yellow fragrant

Time still polished it with hate,

And it increases its delicacy and serenity

Even if there is nothing left but its light

In the den and retired from the shoes

And she was lit in the night of her continent

Like Mars glowing in the dark

I came down like an ingot that was emptied,

Or alive and proven from Ramadan

And replaced by tine sealed

An apple is at the top of each bowl

Don't remind me of the morning and give me

Madame cup every evening

How many nights sleep occupied her tormentors,

About two lovers who are destined to meet

They hugged each other all night,

They stuck the guts to the guts

Even when the morning came they separated

With breathing, regret and crying

Nothing but our care under the darkness

The likeness of the stars in the eyes of the watchers