Chocolate and Coffee

Chocolate and Coffee

A Poem by Mikeydee

I need cake but prefer chocolate.

I need to feel the building pressure of sugar,

The comfort of carbs, but love chocolate.

 

The day comes and goes,

People come and go,

The task in hand evolves, ebbs and flows.

Yet non of this is stimulant enough.

 

The worries of the day, challenges domestic, and people frustrations,

All are broached with my friend coffee,

But I long for the gentle caress of my love; chocolate.

 

Who’s got it?! It was just here a minute ago.  No one move,

Empty your pockets, no one is leaving till I get it back.

© 2012 Mikeydee


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An old poem, five years old, no reviews, but a nice one the whole time. Chocolate would be proud.

For my part, I like the way the persona's love for chocolate is expressed in the poem.
It begins with rhymes and half rhymes, with "Yet non of this is stimulant enough" breaking the pleasant flow with a sound that definitely does not rhyme with the rest. Hence, as the persona communicates dissatisfaction with the flavorful activity of life, the reader feels a dissatisfaction (in a good way) at the sudden lack of rhyme.
Five times in a row, chocolate's superiority is proclaimed: against other cakes, against sugar and carbs, against the bustle of life, against the struggles in life, and against the solace against those struggles--coffee--which still doesn't compare to the persona's beloved.
Finally, the poem's reflection is grounded: all this musing is to explain why the chocolate is important, all this musing is not for worship's sake--although a result of that worship--someone bring his chocolate back.

Wonderful read.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Tags: Chocolate, Coffee, cake desire, longing, sugar, theft

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Mikeydee
Mikeydee

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