Coffee

I drink too much coffee.

Oh Coffee,

you wonderful liquid,

you're always there

to keep me buzzing

late at night

when an assignment is due the next day.

Oh Coffee,

you terrible friend,

your reminders

when you're not around

bring pain in the morning,

but of all things to be addicted to, at least you're not meth.

Author's Note

What are some thoughts about this poem?

Reviews

[Mrs. Hooker]

What if you could personify coffee more? He is a terrible friend- what does he look like? How does he greet you? How does he say goodbye? Why do you love someone so unreliable?

I'm reading some of your poems and I like this one best so far because it's about something that I can picture. I don't know a ton about poetry, but I always like when words spur images in my mind.

[Harrisen Viator]

You do make a good point. I could have made it more appealing and done a more affective job at describing what coffee means to me. I'll take note of that and see if I can do a better job of using personification in future poems.
Thank you for your review!
-Harrisen

[Holly Mason]

I think this is a creative way to describe our good friend coffee
bring pain in the morning-great way to describe it really
descriptive little write
love that last line*)
thank you for sharing

[Harrisen Viator]

Thank you for your review Holly!
I did try to show my own relationship with coffee, and how it has affected me, in a short way. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
-Harrisen