Poems About Tea Seeking Honest Critique
#tea
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 00:29am
24th Nov 2024 00:29am
another cup
one cup of tea and I’m more than
ready to go out of a morning
so grey and windy and wet and
who am I kidding, fill her back up ..
ready to go out of a morning
so grey and windy and wet and
who am I kidding, fill her back up ..
#morning
#tea
56 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 00:58am
15th Sep 2024 00:58am
too much tea and toast
sunday lunch is problematical,
I rise late and have a late
breakfast, I don’t want lunch, but then
I’ve always loved a good roast
I rise late and have a late
breakfast, I don’t want lunch, but then
I’ve always loved a good roast
#food
#tea
68 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Sep 2024 11:51pm
9th Sep 2024 11:51pm
breakfast
fried bacon roll
of the drums, please!
usually it’s just a
cuppa tea
and a cig,
but today I am making a real
effort, in my own way, admittedly, to
just look
at how I live ..
of the drums, please!
usually it’s just a
cuppa tea
and a cig,
but today I am making a real
effort, in my own way, admittedly, to
just look
at how I live ..
#alcohol
#food
#tea
76 reads
3 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 9:17am
1st Jul 2024 9:17am
Cups And Beasts At The Same Time Gave Me A Head Injury
Both china in pens and
bulls in aisle ten
strive to
beguile or blend,
rile,
phone friends
Glass,
Hooves
violent friends,
the heck I'm on about?
What am I doing lately,
stab, berate me,
shake me, hate me,
bake me,
turn me into cake,
pee
on my arms and face
lace me,
waste me
shoot my heart to space,
I dunno
I don't know
bulls in aisle ten
strive to
beguile or blend,
rile,
phone friends
Glass,
Hooves
violent friends,
the heck I'm on about?
What am I doing lately,
stab, berate me,
shake me, hate me,
bake me,
turn me into cake,
pee
on my arms and face
lace me,
waste me
shoot my heart to space,
I dunno
I don't know
#animals
#tea
124 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 12:23pm
22nd Feb 2024 12:23pm
Death and Tea
On a gray autumn afternoon,
death knocked on my door
with a serene smile. Without delay
I asked: "Come in, don't stay outside."
We sat at the oak table,
Death, in silence, observed the space.
I served the tea, very hot, in moments,
and death accepted, with a grateful gesture.
"Let's chat," I said,
Death nodded, "But about what, honey?"
"Life, dreams, everything that comes and goes too
and about how in the end, everything is lost, even the sky."
We talk about love, glory days, ...
death knocked on my door
with a serene smile. Without delay
I asked: "Come in, don't stay outside."
We sat at the oak table,
Death, in silence, observed the space.
I served the tea, very hot, in moments,
and death accepted, with a grateful gesture.
"Let's chat," I said,
Death nodded, "But about what, honey?"
"Life, dreams, everything that comes and goes too
and about how in the end, everything is lost, even the sky."
We talk about love, glory days, ...
#death
#atheism
#funny
#dialogue
#tea
168 reads
7 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 9:36pm
31st Jan 2024 9:36pm
Nice To See You In This Cafe
Clare sipped her iced tea.
Eric walked in and smiled at Clare.
They enjoyed a tasty lunch.
Eric walked in and smiled at Clare.
They enjoyed a tasty lunch.
#friendship
#fiction
#lover
#dating
#tea
125 reads
0 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
20th Oct 2023 6:49pm
20th Oct 2023 6:49pm
Fancy a Cuppa
The tea you forgot
that was left in the pot
must mean you're old
now your life has grown cold
You long for distraction
to bring on fresh action
to shake up routine
and revamp your scene
But it doesn't seem likely
when change is the key
if you've misplaced the lock
then the door is no more
than the look on your face
at the shock of the space
where your life used to be
It's all so distressing
but remember your blessings
Better have a sit down
with a nice cup of tea
that was left in the pot
must mean you're old
now your life has grown cold
You long for distraction
to bring on fresh action
to shake up routine
and revamp your scene
But it doesn't seem likely
when change is the key
if you've misplaced the lock
then the door is no more
than the look on your face
at the shock of the space
where your life used to be
It's all so distressing
but remember your blessings
Better have a sit down
with a nice cup of tea
#unicorns
#aging
#tea
125 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2023 1:00pm
2nd Jun 2023 1:00pm
Lone
I don't take much time alone,
out on the green, cup of tea,
fledgling sparrow, fledgling wren,
some sort of paved together
self reflection.
The papavers are out again,
as if predicting rain
as if they're Karen Smith,
as if they might be a weatherman.
I let blousy bruises
match mine,
I let campion sit on my chin while
fairy footed foxgloves
swing under a dog rose.
I let,
I let
it in and out,
the seaweed vines of our wine season,
the quiet in the absence,
some days for the better,
some days...
out on the green, cup of tea,
fledgling sparrow, fledgling wren,
some sort of paved together
self reflection.
The papavers are out again,
as if predicting rain
as if they're Karen Smith,
as if they might be a weatherman.
I let blousy bruises
match mine,
I let campion sit on my chin while
fairy footed foxgloves
swing under a dog rose.
I let,
I let
it in and out,
the seaweed vines of our wine season,
the quiet in the absence,
some days for the better,
some days...
#happiness
#nature
#SelfReflection #tea
#SelfReflection #tea
157 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Feb 2023 00:22am
11th Feb 2023 00:22am
paradoxically ..
bloke in the café says it seems pretty busy in here today I guess there are just more idlers than ever before, says the waitress
#tea
150 reads
1 Comment
anomalousmelon
Yitzhak
Yitzhak
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 3:39am
22nd Jan 2023 3:39am
An Ode To The First Sip
Libation; to that word I make a toast
From sorrow, grave, to jocularity
I raise my glass towards my gracious host
And take my first great sip of scalding tea
The anodyne to all my earthly woes
And though I sup of coffee time to time
I gulp its healing nectar and compose
My head and heart to make another rhyme
From sorrow, grave, to jocularity
I raise my glass towards my gracious host
And take my first great sip of scalding tea
The anodyne to all my earthly woes
And though I sup of coffee time to time
I gulp its healing nectar and compose
My head and heart to make another rhyme
#peace
#tea
230 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 2:05am
6th Jan 2023 2:05am
Comfortable with Silence
I’m my own man
understated
elegant in a rough way
a cup of black tea
in a coffee frenzied rush hour
not a pretty boy
I don’t do things to be different
I am different
if you’re looking for cool
look elsewhere
I’m pleated pants
in flat front chino land
no validation needed
comfortable with silence
wearing a 1950 black Omega Seamaster
wind up baby
understated
elegant in a rough way
a cup of black tea
in a coffee frenzied rush hour
not a pretty boy
I don’t do things to be different
I am different
if you’re looking for cool
look elsewhere
I’m pleated pants
in flat front chino land
no validation needed
comfortable with silence
wearing a 1950 black Omega Seamaster
wind up baby
#coffee
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#tea
312 reads
32 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:36pm
7th Dec 2022 3:36pm
Insomnia Sonnet
Do you think, then, that a tea is the most suitable?
Would it quickly calm your anxieties?!
And you could throw your shudders of fear to the ground!
The wings of thought would carry you on the breeze.
Do you think, then, that there would be no repentance?
That the waters would stop running under the bridge?!
That all the sails would thus gather to the pier!
And the siren would sing her charms through the night.
You brought with you the key to destiny...
You broke the lock of dreams so finely
that all silk seems to tear when you...
Would it quickly calm your anxieties?!
And you could throw your shudders of fear to the ground!
The wings of thought would carry you on the breeze.
Do you think, then, that there would be no repentance?
That the waters would stop running under the bridge?!
That all the sails would thus gather to the pier!
And the siren would sing her charms through the night.
You brought with you the key to destiny...
You broke the lock of dreams so finely
that all silk seems to tear when you...
#sadness
#anxiety
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#tea
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