Poems
That Morning Cup of Coffee
A poem by Dwayne Leon Rankin.
Somewhat bitter, somewhat sweet,
Meant to keep me on my feet.
With a scent to wake me up,
When its poured there in my cup.
Dark and rich this brew of mine,
Always tasting mighty fine.
This cup of Jo is truly good
Tasting always like it should.
T’is very nice here in the morn.
When the day is newly born.
When there’s just a hint of chill
Then I sit and drink my fill.
Peace and quiet time for me,
All alone in harmony.
With my cup for me to sip,
This coffee on my tongue and lip.
I found this poem relatable and enjoyable for two reasons, the first being that I LOVE
coffee, and the second reason being that it had an upbeat nursery rhyme to it. Coffee has been
a massive part of my life since my appreciation started to truly flourish a few years ago. Not only
has my knowledge of coffee grown since then, but its been my best friend and motivator since
starting college. Also, I just like a rhythmic, jolly-toned poem. It just sets my spirits up and has
me in a happy mood for the rest of the day.
Don’t Quit
A poem by Edgar Albert Guest
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit – rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – you may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor’s cup;
and he learned too late when the night came down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out – the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and when you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem worst, you must not quit.
I not only enjoyed this poem and was interested in its format and surprising detail, but found it
inspirational since these past few weeks have been nothing but a hair-whitening, face-stretching
stress mess. I don’t usually enjoy hearing or reading motivational media since it’s usually the
same thing just rehashed but this poem perked up my ears. With school, work, and life tackling
me with unforgiving relentlessness, I allowed myself a sigh of relief when reading this poem,
and I’m glad it found its way into my life.
Running
A Poem By Felizardo Saavedra Mojica
stay here, pay attention, FOCUS!
Don’t let your thoughts go through mitosis.
Run! Run! Chase after that career!
Before it’s too late, before you lose what is dear
Make them proud, help them retire
Prior to their tree drying up and expire
Visions and dreams of them sleeping and leaving
I know it’s not real, but my heart keeps screaming
Please, Time, slow down, you're running so quickly
At least take them gently; don’t do it so fiercely
Time, just a bit more, do not unplug
Give me enough to remember this one final hug
a smile, a laugh, one final recall
Memorizing your presence before your bell is called
A mental picture, a cry, a kiss
Please, Time, escort them to eternal bliss
