Poems about Tea (Great Early Morning Poems for You)
Like sand and surf, wine and cheese, Bogey and Bacall, or tea and poetry. The more accurate statement, though, seems to be that all of those things go together like poetry and tea since drinking tea for me is inextricably linked to reading poetry. poems about tea are always memorable.
Poems about Tea
The various types of tea that can be enjoyed served as inspiration for these poems.
Paris Tea (Poems about Tea)
It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea
Black and swirling in the creamy cup
The melancholy inside wasn’t made up
The touches shared never to be replayed
A pen left wordless on the splotched page
The story of us dwindled and ended
I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriendedIt stains the wanderings in my heart
Restless longing never to depart
Will she look at you the way I did too
Or with her smile is your gaze anewAmongst any spoken tendril I have to say
You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay
No matter wherever I beg and try
Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guyYour friends affirm it without any doubt
The words you spill attract gallons of clout
And even with a vine of knowledge to prove
They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune
By, Winnalynn Wood
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It’s That Time… It’s Hat Time!
At this time of my life
I find myself wearing hats…
I’m not happy with my head you see,
In short, being able to see it
it just doesn’t thrill me.
Not through those depressing, disappearing strands.
So it’s that time – It’s hat time!Hats are warm, comforting things;
take it off and, for a while at least,
it feels still there – a phantom hat.
Not quite as spooky or worrying
as a phantom arm or leg – after that
severed limb thing, but right there!
It really is that time – It’s hat time!My Grandma Lamplough,
that’s on my mother’s side,
was an avid knitter of things to order,
She was even a freelancer for Jaeger…
matinée jackets, mittens, cardies, pullovers
But in later days mostly just tea cosies.
If there was no immediate customer in mind…
“Everybody needs a cosy and one size fits all”
she would say… and anyway,
commissions were rare for cosies back in the dayShe’d wear it boldly herself
with handle and spout slots front & back, proud
She’d start the next one and announce
to every visitor right out loud…
”Hey…Do you want a cosy for your ***?
Mr Watling, the milkman, he had quite a lot!
But then he showed up every day!
A quart is it Mrs L?… and yes, I WILL have a cosy today!Me? I’ve never fancied a toupee, wig
or go in for a Bobby Charlton tribute gig ….
I’ll be happy just to settle for a beret,
news boy or Fedora… to hide the offending pate
and avoid the comb over till a later date.
Meanwhile I’ll maybe settle for Grandma’s cosy special?
By, Chris Slade
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Tea Loves Coffee! (Poems about Tea)
It was my first visit at his place
We were meeting after so many days
With the mix of excited and nervous face
I finally entered in his curated space.
He welcomed with a smile and embrace
We sat on the couch, I kept looking at his grace.“So all our pending chats for later we can save
First of all, tell me what would you like to have?”
He asked.“Always Tea!!
In the morning with the first ray of sun
When I wake up every day for the long day run
I love to have a cup of tea strong, lightly sugared,
Hot, extra milk with sometimes ginger well figured.”“Aaahh! Tea lover, I see
So you start your day with tea
Well! I seek my big cup of coffee roasted dark
With two shots of espresso, brewed in french spark,
Nutty and a lot creamy.
Like you, hot and steamy”“Oh my God!! Steamy and hot.
In flirting you never miss the shot
So you are a coffee guy, but I like my chai!!
Why don’t we exchange our mugs today
You have my tea and I will have a coffee day
What say!??”“Okay so done! Your all the tea parties you will forget
This is my special coffee dear, you will never regret”And we went towards the kitchen to make our brews
Knowing that we were from the two different crews“Don’t secretly stare at me like this
Look at your coffee, else it’ll be a miss”
I said.“The same long hairs and oh that bliss
You didn’t change at all, my shy Miss.
It has been a long time let me see,
And you just concentrate on your tea!”So we finally sat with
His cup of coffee and my cup of tea
With the scent of fresh brews, he played smooth jazz song
His voice whispered in my ears, ringing with the beats along.
I found myself tangled in those strings of little infinities.
Listening to him constantly I was feeling special affinities.Surrrp! We took sip after sip at a very slow pace,
He started praising me with a big curve on his face,
We discussed how we got lost in the life’s rat race
And reminisced old time with a bunch of memory retraceOn this perfect scene of tea and coffee…
I look up and see a smiling face staring at me
With that sparkle in those eyes of something new.
Something worth the tea and coffee brew.
By, Kruti Jun
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Friends (Poems about Tea)
I got friends
Whom I adore
For keeping me sane.When I’m on a fence
Like many times before
They help me with pain.When life makes no sense
And my body feels sore
They come to entertainThere is no chance
For me not to be bored
But they alleviateMy friends are not humans
They are sensations and thingsA console with games
Books that make me think
A cup of hot tea
Before I go to sleep
And last but not least
Music
That gives me feelings to feel
Warm tea does something more profound than just relax my body and ease my throat. There is a certain cosmic spirituality associated with those tiny, exquisite tea leaves that were collected with care and dried with attention in a remote Asian nation.
It calms my soul and transforms me into a more serene being that can better blend in with the world and the cosmos. Join our community today by sharing our post.
