Posts tagged ‘tea’

May 11, 2022

Tea with the Queen

by Jem Croucher
We're suited and booted and dressed to the nines
with whistles and dresses for these special times
as with honour bestowed to the palace we go
for tea with the Queen in her garden you know
A privilege shared with the hundreds invited
we're both feeling nervous but very excited
for we know when we get there all will be fine
as it's not every day with the Queen that you dine

November 14, 2017

Scots & Tea – form poetry

by Colly

A cup of tea.

Earl grey

or green.

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June 19, 2017

Tea Time

by Angela Umphers Rueger

Before I sit to cup of tea,
I look the choices over.
A dozen or so blends I see,

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May 30, 2017

“Dandelion Tea”

by Colly

“Dandelion Tea”

personal photo


The field’s are vibrant;

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August 1, 2016

Tea’s a Must !!

by Colly


Tea’s a Must !!

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June 4, 2015

A hot cup of tea

by Jem Croucher


Do you ever get days
When your mind’s not in gear
They come along sometimes
Once or twice in a year
You can’t settle to anything
Concentration’s a chore
And you can’t really remember
What your day was all for.

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October 8, 2014

Re-leaf (Tea Relief)

by Lena Bitare

Those hands picked the three leaves
From the spot where she lives
Her world was changed and uncluttered
With just one sip of tea, life’s all that matters.

March 21, 2013

Summer Heat

by sustainabilitea

Summer Heat

Twill sleeve
brushes my cheek
as I pour your tea.

Love and desire
coalesce like the condensation
on the china lips of the teacups

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March 11, 2013

winter – haiku

by billgncs

Our surface tension
masks currents raging beneath
eternal winter

February 14, 2013

steeping – poem

by billgncs

Sharing a cup of tea

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October 16, 2012

steeping – poem

by billgncs

Whimsey Mimsey wrote a post on tea that made me think of this.

Steeping tea
this cold October day
warmed my shivering palms
while peering down into steaming truth
vapor fogs my lenses
leaving me to wonder
If you can see my tears

August 26, 2012

Milk No Sugar

by journeyintopoetry

I wonder about the

words I write.

I know I say they’re for you

but is it safe,

to pour myself into a

glass jug like this,

vulnerable, exposed?

Maybe you will just

stir me into your tea.