Poems about Tea
#tea
Tea poems, here you'll find poems about tea! Poetry about the taste and culture of tea drinking and all the varieties of tea which are enjoyed throughout the world.
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint Hostess
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
Peppermint hostess
From the realm of the three heavens
Eclipses my sun king
With denim fire
Her eyes are the green of rice paddies
Below the misty panda mountains of Guilin
Where turtle doves coo
In her Oriental soul
She is the dream of a silkworm
Spun in the silence of a heart
That has known the fragrance of tears
On a ghost moon night
#beauty
#moon
#silence
#tea
#women
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Appreciated kindness
Will I ever know why
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
making a wish is so hard?
Turning a wish into a truth.
Hold the breath until I'm blue.
Why should I...
Why could I...
Why would I even try?
No year is ever so new.
No bone is easy to chew.
So let me simply just blow you
a kiss... a kiss... a kiss...
Let's wait for the blizzard to end.
I swear to you no one else will know.
No soul was harmed in the making
of this movie slow motion!
No light is clear until meeting
the darkness.
#healing
#learning
#MyInspiration
#tea
#WritingPoetry
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~of the teas and rafflesias, of life and death respectively:)(
nope, don’t put that cold
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
hearted coffee in forgotten
caffeines and robbed off
aromas, over my table
in fertile seeded grounds
a sacred chaos
of ever newly transplanted
hazy yet the embed
transparencies..
though
that is such innate foolproof
of your n- sleazy mimicking
or totally hacking tactics
all in your that streetsmart
.. that overly talented robotic
smirk of a wayward hippie
junkie nonchalance..
am better off with the slow
brewing bagged up divine
mini teas...
#love
#lust
#spiritual
#tea
#TruthOfLife
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~divini’tea’
you are a hearty one
within my tight hands
in a daily ‘vanakkam’🙏
yes :: this (y)ours
two leaves and a bud
then, in your brewing note
arise your true to nature, that
midnight plucked flavoursome
astounding bittersweet
orthodoxy.. in simmering
hot astringency, is what
is. love
in the plump lipping each dip sip
kissing touch, much pure in nature
(than the politicking humans’.. who
just plucks n f*cks around in much
dramatics and yet that inner...
within my tight hands
in a daily ‘vanakkam’🙏
yes :: this (y)ours
two leaves and a bud
then, in your brewing note
arise your true to nature, that
midnight plucked flavoursome
astounding bittersweet
orthodoxy.. in simmering
hot astringency, is what
is. love
in the plump lipping each dip sip
kissing touch, much pure in nature
(than the politicking humans’.. who
just plucks n f*cks around in much
dramatics and yet that inner...
#lies
#love
#politics
#tea
#TruthOfLife
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Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
Petals For The Hatter’s Bands
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
“I’ve outgrown all my sweet sixteen dresses. Being eighteen feels so strange. It is even more peculiar than falling down the rabbit hole when I was but a wee lass.”
“Don’t feel glum my dear. It will feel like a dress tailored just for you in the bat of your eyelashes.”
“Will I still get to visit you here in this wonderland I have come to call home?”
“You will see us when you dream.”
“I hope so. I’d be lost without your tea parties.”
The Hatter says, “Let me go pick the berries that...
#dreams
#magic
#surreal
#tea
#women
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All Steamed Up!
i went round
to see
this woman
called Polly
the other day,
to join her
for a cuppa.
although
she was happy
to put the kettle on,
she
point blank refused
to
take it off again,
so i left!
by Jemia
to see
this woman
called Polly
the other day,
to join her
for a cuppa.
although
she was happy
to put the kettle on,
she
point blank refused
to
take it off again,
so i left!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#satirical #tea
#satirical #tea
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Barista Felicity
Barista Felicity
Denim ballerina
With angelic smile halo
Sets peppermint tongued sex flame
On my plutonium heated hearth
With jeans tight as leotards
For her pas de bourrée
When her steamy laughter
Is a chassé for each step
Into the heart of lipstick dreams
When tea is a Dionysian ceremony
Denim ballerina
With angelic smile halo
Sets peppermint tongued sex flame
On my plutonium heated hearth
With jeans tight as leotards
For her pas de bourrée
When her steamy laughter
Is a chassé for each step
Into the heart of lipstick dreams
When tea is a Dionysian ceremony
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#tea
#women
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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
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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
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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
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the meat locker
The Meat Locker
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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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
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