The Taste of Peace (Poem)

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I was inspired to write this poem as I enjoy my favorite latte, in my favorite coffee shop, while doing one of my favorite things: writing an academic essay for an ambitious customer. I feel peace in this moment, but just a few days ago, I was emotionally dismantled by life’s circumstances. Perhaps, you can relate. Peace can be as sweet as your favorite Latte, but how do we make it last? I hope you enjoy this poem!

This original poem is the intellectual property of Briana Derry, you may not copy or share without permission.

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The Taste of Peace

Sip slow, is your cup running low?

You look around, wondering where to refill

But first, have you taken the time to heal?

The taste is sweet, the taste of peace.

But God, God why does it so quickly fleet

“Barista, can I have more?”

It’s easy to obtain, you once swore

As the refills continue to flow,

You’re puzzled because your cup is still so low

As you lift the cup for another savory sip,

It spills. Darling, you’ve lost your grip

The taste is sweet, the taste of peace.

Create your own, and the taste will never cease.

This original poem is the intellectual property of Briana Derry, you may not copy or share without permission.

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2 responses to “The Taste of Peace (Poem)”

  1. Beautiful! Love it!

    1. Thank you! We may experience peace in moments we experience, but the best way to make it last , is to create it ourselves. Glad you enjoyed it

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