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.
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 1:29am
7th Jun 2024 1:29am
It's Decaf!
Have i sunk
to a new low?
Or discovered
a new high?
Now smoking
a joint
Using Earl Grey
tea
As tobacco
It's decaf!!!!
by Jemia
to a new low?
Or discovered
a new high?
Now smoking
a joint
Using Earl Grey
tea
As tobacco
It's decaf!!!!
by Jemia
#funny
#marijuana
#satirical #tea
#satirical #tea
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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
189 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 10:52pm
13th Feb 2024 10:52pm
live jazz coffee house haiku
live jazz coffee house haiku
jazz house
for coffee partisans
Picasso sax
Harlem taxi
to blue Annapurna
of smoky curaçao
king Richard
a lionhearted
apostle of blues
Kublai Khan
reigns atop blue pagoda
for millennia of sax
pope of jazz
decrees the blues
to poppy heads
mint leaf rag
on a midnight Joplin
rocks on scotch
jazz house
for coffee partisans
Picasso sax
Harlem taxi
to blue Annapurna
of smoky curaçao
king Richard
a lionhearted
apostle of blues
Kublai Khan
reigns atop blue pagoda
for millennia of sax
pope of jazz
decrees the blues
to poppy heads
mint leaf rag
on a midnight Joplin
rocks on scotch
#music
#coffee
#haiku
#mythology
#tea
140 reads
2 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
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Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 00:01am
28th Jan 2024 00:01am
Stop and Smell the Coffee
Time flies by everyone wants to get somewhere
they have no time to stand and admire
there is no calm in their existence
everything is rushing all needs are instant
not all wants that tea and conversation
or dip their biscuits in hot milky coffee
or watch a bird fly overhead in admiration
and wonder how it is to fly so high, so free
they are tied up with the world
what is Kate wearing to the Gala
why Meghan’s hat makes her look old
does red go with black or yellow
how is old Bruce doing now
why did Tiffany’s...
they have no time to stand and admire
there is no calm in their existence
everything is rushing all needs are instant
not all wants that tea and conversation
or dip their biscuits in hot milky coffee
or watch a bird fly overhead in admiration
and wonder how it is to fly so high, so free
they are tied up with the world
what is Kate wearing to the Gala
why Meghan’s hat makes her look old
does red go with black or yellow
how is old Bruce doing now
why did Tiffany’s...
#friendship
#tea
136 reads
9 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 4:15pm
4th Jan 2024 4:15pm
Depression and anxiety
NHS Doctor..
“Do you think you may have depression?”
Me;
“Er.. No”.
“Have you ever suffered from depression? “
“No”.
“Have you ever had low moods?”
“No”..
“ Oh..Well maybe when my Dad died in 2001, but something happened so that I knew he was OK”..
From that The NHS diagnosed me with depression and for the next few months in 2019 I Was bombarded by emails and letters from social services asking if I had low moods and whether or not I would be open to joining a weekly walking group that consisted of people with anxiety and...
“Do you think you may have depression?”
Me;
“Er.. No”.
“Have you ever suffered from depression? “
“No”.
“Have you ever had low moods?”
“No”..
“ Oh..Well maybe when my Dad died in 2001, but something happened so that I knew he was OK”..
From that The NHS diagnosed me with depression and for the next few months in 2019 I Was bombarded by emails and letters from social services asking if I had low moods and whether or not I would be open to joining a weekly walking group that consisted of people with anxiety and...
#tea
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 00:53am
4th Jan 2024 00:53am
winter angel
winter angel
tressed leaves
in tea-bag scarf
winter mint
sweet and fresh
as a cup of peppermint tea
bijou
brew bearer
of spirit warmth
winter angel
tressed leaves
in tea-bag scarf
winter mint
sweet and fresh
as a cup of peppermint tea
bijou
brew bearer
of spirit warmth
winter angel
#women
#beauty
#winter
#coffee
#tea
237 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
25th Dec 2023 10:20am
russia, my lovely
Russia, my lovely
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to assume I'm the only one left alive.
The ship arrived late at the port I have long forgotten its name, we had been stuck by drifting ice and only the Russians could come to free us.
A large icebreaker came and got us out of the mess
it appears the winter that year had been hard,
the elderly
said it was because a long war had upset the weather pattern, the cook, who...
#alcohol
#food
#tea
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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
148 reads
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HottNess
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 2:00pm
21st Sep 2023 2:00pm
Taco Bell Encounter
shredded cheese lingers on my shirt from the inside of the taco from taco bell I just scarfed down.
my thoughts race and the good taste help ease my mind. But i know this shit is killing me.
I know this food isnt what god has for me
I parked my car even just to hide my desire to continuously eat .
Im hungry but not for this bullshit.
yet i take another bite.
I used to think this shit is like a science project.
Im the mouse and this food is the chemical.
I opened my doubled stuffed burrito and memorys from my...
my thoughts race and the good taste help ease my mind. But i know this shit is killing me.
I know this food isnt what god has for me
I parked my car even just to hide my desire to continuously eat .
Im hungry but not for this bullshit.
yet i take another bite.
I used to think this shit is like a science project.
Im the mouse and this food is the chemical.
I opened my doubled stuffed burrito and memorys from my...
#food
#tea
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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
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oskar
Poem Published
27th May 2023 6:22pm
27th May 2023 6:22pm
a Goa restaurant
The Goa restaurant was in a quiet neighbourhood
a place with small shops selling domestic wares
of the things needed for everyday use
a place I would like to live instead of in a tower block
on entering the restaurant, I took a direct aversion
of the dark blue brocade covering the chairs and also
of the golden-painted walls, but let it pass.
The food we were served was good but ordinary
In the Indian style, they tend to use the same spices
so, all dishes that, in the end, taste the same.
We drank cold beer, and later, my wife had ice cream ...
a place with small shops selling domestic wares
of the things needed for everyday use
a place I would like to live instead of in a tower block
on entering the restaurant, I took a direct aversion
of the dark blue brocade covering the chairs and also
of the golden-painted walls, but let it pass.
The food we were served was good but ordinary
In the Indian style, they tend to use the same spices
so, all dishes that, in the end, taste the same.
We drank cold beer, and later, my wife had ice cream ...
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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