Poems About Tea Seeking Honest Critique
#tea
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
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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
362 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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to_be_me
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 3:54am
22nd Apr 2022 3:54am
the rout-in-e
dregs of
soaked
unburnt
tannin
infusion
calmly
cyclone
in ceramic
glazed
whiteness
as i stir
my earl grey
tea
soaked
unburnt
tannin
infusion
calmly
cyclone
in ceramic
glazed
whiteness
as i stir
my earl grey
tea
#TimeHeals
#tea
362 reads
0 Comments
rowantree
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 5:50pm
21st Apr 2022 5:50pm
you-and-me tea
We may all hate
this janky two-bedroom place
and the crazy-glue that holds it together,
but you have to admit
it has the most glorious,
gigantic bathtub.
Somehow there's room for all six feet of you.
I bet I could scuba dive in there.
There's nothing better than soaking with you
in that clawfoot
in water that's almost too hot,
cheeks to cheeks and legs criss-crossed,
candles lit and music on
where we can touch and talk
and sing Sweeney Todd
and clean our systems out.
Forget about the...
this janky two-bedroom place
and the crazy-glue that holds it together,
but you have to admit
it has the most glorious,
gigantic bathtub.
Somehow there's room for all six feet of you.
I bet I could scuba dive in there.
There's nothing better than soaking with you
in that clawfoot
in water that's almost too hot,
cheeks to cheeks and legs criss-crossed,
candles lit and music on
where we can touch and talk
and sing Sweeney Todd
and clean our systems out.
Forget about the...
#happiness
#love
#tea
390 reads
1 Comment
Weak4hissmile
Poem Published
14th Feb 2022 7:23am
14th Feb 2022 7:23am
Her midnight tea party with Mr grey
#love
#BDSM
#sensual
#tea
#Romanticism
717 reads
13 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 1:19am
10th Nov 2021 1:19am
I don’t go out much
don’t like coffee, much prefer tea, and yet people are always saying we should meet up for coffee and I profoundly disagree
#tea
319 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Master Jewelers
Some of them grew up on pot farms.
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
Young folks seeing the plants – As pure innocents.
(Perhaps a true form of innocence.)
Innocence, lost in air raids of helicopter swarms.
When the shit was banned, propaganda proliferated.
The term MJ – Signified something that would turn you gay.
“Mary/Juan” – A hermaphroditic human, or something?
Or perhaps make you play the piano in frantic madness, crazy.
Certainly, it was an attack on the people’s best interests,
A defense of the textile industry & other interests.
And perhaps even a...
#forest
#nature
#coffee
#misunderstood
#tea
366 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
29th Jul 2021 9:36am
29th Jul 2021 9:36am
Beards & Breakdowns
It always starts with a beard -
The breakdown.
After days bleed into weird -
The falling frown.
Realization behind silver
Filaments, crawling
Under the surface layer
Of the lit up mirror.
Precision of vision bright -
Madness is quite
The sight
Tonight.
Gnarly follicles screaming.
Wild hair dreaming.
All seeming -
Freeing.
Like
Detachment adjacent
to
Detachment
Unhinged
Lunatic fringe...
Madness begins...
The breakdown.
After days bleed into weird -
The falling frown.
Realization behind silver
Filaments, crawling
Under the surface layer
Of the lit up mirror.
Precision of vision bright -
Madness is quite
The sight
Tonight.
Gnarly follicles screaming.
Wild hair dreaming.
All seeming -
Freeing.
Like
Detachment adjacent
to
Detachment
Unhinged
Lunatic fringe...
Madness begins...
#courage
#shadows
#heroic
#tea
#fear
380 reads
10 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
27th Jul 2021 9:23am
27th Jul 2021 9:23am
Levarnu
Collapsed star heart.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
Participant in the network.
Broken node perhaps.
Dark crystal vibration.
Space is a cold place.
Vacuum absorption clock.
Coordinates unknown.
Levity in the necessity.
Rituals of the everyday.
Machine work tremendous.
Void follows void cycle.
Purity turns to crystal.
Production takes place.
Centralized symbiote emote.
Wondrous and wonder.
Ongoing in unraveling.
#utopia
#apocalypse
#sexy
#WorldPoetryDay
#tea
429 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Jul 2021 3:25pm
1st Jul 2021 3:25pm
Caffiene
He called it
coffee table artwork,
illustrations of a bicep
working,
a scarf around a wrist,
wound
contracting at the fixture,
a mixture of his mind
and modern relevance
made a mine that seemed
could be unspent.
His trousers were soft linen,
eyes, almost beige.
I could consider myself an artist
but the portrayal would pale
in comparison to that
coffee table artwork
and so
I distract myself with window greens,
ignore the simple hues of his
slanted nose and thumbnails almost...
coffee table artwork,
illustrations of a bicep
working,
a scarf around a wrist,
wound
contracting at the fixture,
a mixture of his mind
and modern relevance
made a mine that seemed
could be unspent.
His trousers were soft linen,
eyes, almost beige.
I could consider myself an artist
but the portrayal would pale
in comparison to that
coffee table artwork
and so
I distract myself with window greens,
ignore the simple hues of his
slanted nose and thumbnails almost...
#love
#coffee
#tea
514 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 10:40pm
10th Apr 2021 10:40pm
Infusion
Reach back many dynasties.
Camellia Sinensis the tips so green,
the tender shoot.
Inscrutable is its history,
just read it's leaves.
It's tale of popularity,
That brew , that clear infuse.
Believe me; I conclude
such mountains it can move.
Stirred with an ear of sympathy.
The builders mug on a half built wall,
from the orient its rise and fall.
To calm your wild Neandertal
I think I'll put the kettle on,
to enjoy its song
Liquid ambience with family and friends
the whom you are, in sipped...
Camellia Sinensis the tips so green,
the tender shoot.
Inscrutable is its history,
just read it's leaves.
It's tale of popularity,
That brew , that clear infuse.
Believe me; I conclude
such mountains it can move.
Stirred with an ear of sympathy.
The builders mug on a half built wall,
from the orient its rise and fall.
To calm your wild Neandertal
I think I'll put the kettle on,
to enjoy its song
Liquid ambience with family and friends
the whom you are, in sipped...
#tea
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1 Comment
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