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.
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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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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
525 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
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32 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 4:16pm
5th Jan 2023 4:16pm
Wigwam
To much tea
Lots to pee
'To pee, or not to pee!'
I call this
My wigwam moment
Aka teapee
by Jemia
Lots to pee
'To pee, or not to pee!'
I call this
My wigwam moment
Aka teapee
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#tea
135 reads
1 Comment
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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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Jun 2022 4:18pm
29th Jun 2022 4:18pm
Catacombs and Black Tea
Always amazed by the sounds of sex
The guttural sound when I ejaculate thinking of you
Then it's back to the catacombs to drink black tea
Scribing my verse
Drawing landscapes for the depraved
The guttural sound when I ejaculate thinking of you
Then it's back to the catacombs to drink black tea
Scribing my verse
Drawing landscapes for the depraved
#sex
#porn
#FreeVerse
#LifeAsAWriter
#tea
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
16th Jun 2022 11:02pm
16th Jun 2022 11:02pm
And this just fell out of my keyboard
Something inside says I should write.
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
Maybe something
grand and bombastic
radiant like the sun,
proclaiming my return
from self-imposed exile
Or maybe a rage,
rage against the current world
But I find myself too content to rage
The distanced contentment
of tending a garden in England
while elsewhere in the world scrabble to simply survive
Because fuck it,
my words are garbled
and conveying is so bloody hard,
Just longing for that time when a love
stops me mid-waffle
and says ...
#sadness
#earth
#wisdom
#tea
#emotions
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tell_me_wy
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 7:30am
22nd May 2022 7:30am
Tea
A chance to sit
with a cup of tea,
beside the windowpane;
Watching as
the grey clouds roll,
and begin to rain.
with a cup of tea,
beside the windowpane;
Watching as
the grey clouds roll,
and begin to rain.
#happiness
#sadness
#rain #tea
#rain #tea
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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th May 2022 10:48pm
10th May 2022 10:48pm
Paris of the Plains
Kansas City had a rich jazz culture,
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
where there were snazzy venues
all over the city that displayed
open & welcoming marquee.
Let me stop
and rest a minute.
Kansas City's known
for many things.
12th Street & Vine
is one of them.
Even the Beatles recorded it.
And so we here in Kansas City,
our whole lives,
we all would have to endure it.
I drive & wind & wonder down
the Paseo Boulevard,
with its natural ...
#art
#passion
#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
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 2:27am
22nd Apr 2022 2:27am
I Like Mine, Hot and Black....
The tea,
you filthy minded figs....
Whatever did you think, I meant?
Of course , the tea---and it must be black
to bring out the grainy luster
in my wood floors
when I wash them with it.
Ten tea bags in a hot water bucket,
makes for a steaming scorpion bowl,
mop-ready,
that'll strip off layers of disgust, and
years of neglect
before the polish goes on.
(It also works, just spiffy, to age fabric ,
with that vintage tea stained look)
I pour a separate cup for myself, though
so that I...
you filthy minded figs....
Whatever did you think, I meant?
Of course , the tea---and it must be black
to bring out the grainy luster
in my wood floors
when I wash them with it.
Ten tea bags in a hot water bucket,
makes for a steaming scorpion bowl,
mop-ready,
that'll strip off layers of disgust, and
years of neglect
before the polish goes on.
(It also works, just spiffy, to age fabric ,
with that vintage tea stained look)
I pour a separate cup for myself, though
so that I...
#tea
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1 Comment
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
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