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.
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
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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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5 Comments
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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KrystalG
Poem Published
11th May 2023 2:32pm
11th May 2023 2:32pm
Tea Biscuits and Tea
Tea biscuits so sweet
Dipped in chrysanthemum tea
How I love to eat
~
Cinnamon, honey
Favorite additions yes
Bursting with flavors
~
Oh fruit on the side
How you bring me such deep pride
I've chosen my health
Dipped in chrysanthemum tea
How I love to eat
~
Cinnamon, honey
Favorite additions yes
Bursting with flavors
~
Oh fruit on the side
How you bring me such deep pride
I've chosen my health
#peace
#senryu
#healing #tea
#healing #tea
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KrystalG
Poem Published
11th May 2023 00:11am
11th May 2023 00:11am
Home Remedy(Senryu)
Stomach aching now
I need some tea to settle
Peppermint is cool~
I need some tea to settle
Peppermint is cool~
#senryu
#tea
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4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 7:51pm
19th Mar 2023 7:51pm
The Empty Teacup
The red pen
Flew from my hand
Leaking, inky words
Upon virgin vellum
Pirouetting inspiration
Spiralling, then swirling
Into an empty teacup
Apart from the leaves
That no longer
Had any tale, to tell
As they lay scattered
Like a confusion of words
That lay speechless
Hanging on the edge of an empty void
Like dry lips
Parched, and pursed
As an overused teabag
by Jemia
Flew from my hand
Leaking, inky words
Upon virgin vellum
Pirouetting inspiration
Spiralling, then swirling
Into an empty teacup
Apart from the leaves
That no longer
Had any tale, to tell
As they lay scattered
Like a confusion of words
That lay speechless
Hanging on the edge of an empty void
Like dry lips
Parched, and pursed
As an overused teabag
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#tea
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 5:43pm
27th Feb 2023 5:43pm
the stealing
The Stealing
A big black bike, with frugal rubber tires
and an old-fashioned handlebar,
is leaning against a whitewashed wall,
this morning.
Someone had nicked it on the way from
the bar last night:
so, the thief lives in one of the stone cottages
around here.
The bike looks catholic,
isn’t telling,
made of hollow steel tubes, chains and rubber
it really doesn’t care who rides it.
It didn’t use to be like this, years ago
I often found a donkey grazing outside
the houses seemed to be an everyday thing, ...
A big black bike, with frugal rubber tires
and an old-fashioned handlebar,
is leaning against a whitewashed wall,
this morning.
Someone had nicked it on the way from
the bar last night:
so, the thief lives in one of the stone cottages
around here.
The bike looks catholic,
isn’t telling,
made of hollow steel tubes, chains and rubber
it really doesn’t care who rides it.
It didn’t use to be like this, years ago
I often found a donkey grazing outside
the houses seemed to be an everyday thing, ...
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
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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
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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
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1 Comment
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 17th Jan 2023 8:34pm
10th Jan 2019 8:45am
10th Jan 2019 8:45am
Genmaicha, Green & Tea
The old metal pot whistles an eerie pitch
one that forces my thoughts to an ancient
time of feudal ancestors and perhaps a
familiar soul liken to the old soul within
my present Hawaiian Geisha who tips
and toes a line of devoted love not felt
by my spirit for many decades.
The steam escaping the pot lets me know
it beckons me to pour the heated fluid into
the ceremonial pot prior to traditional
"Ippuku sashi agemasu"(1) to my love
my Honorable,...
one that forces my thoughts to an ancient
time of feudal ancestors and perhaps a
familiar soul liken to the old soul within
my present Hawaiian Geisha who tips
and toes a line of devoted love not felt
by my spirit for many decades.
The steam escaping the pot lets me know
it beckons me to pour the heated fluid into
the ceremonial pot prior to traditional
"Ippuku sashi agemasu"(1) to my love
my Honorable,...
#love
#friendship
#tea
559 reads
6 Comments
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
306 reads
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