Best Cup Of Tea Poems
The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes.
Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze.
I look to the street, then down, then up.
A sense of unease, I sip from my cup.
Outside folks walking slow and quick.
The watch on my wrist starts to loudly tick.
Inside the eyes seem to fall on me.
I drink and wonder where she could be.
I feel as though I’d like to hide
A secret - not to the world confide.
From my teacup, I take a drink
As my silly heart begins to sink.
And now from behind a barricade -
An unstoppable, rushing cascade -
The masquerade ends. I gulp my tea,
And I can’t escape, but it is me.
By a familiar feeling now I’m haunted -
That, alas, I am still unwanted.
Whoever she is, she never shows up.
But, I take wisdom from my teacup.
What I’ve got here with every fault
Is better than nothing by default.
It’s better than insincerity and fluff.
Myself and tea are quite enough.
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a cup of tea and quiet time with Thee....
the steam ascends, a fragrant, misty grace,
a moment held within our shared, sacred space.
each sip a prayer, a whispered, heartfelt plea,
to feel Your presence, close and near to me.
the world outside may rush and spin and sway,
but in this cup, I find You here today.
the amber liquid warms me from within,
erasing shadows of regrets and remembered sin.
I sip the warmth, and feel Your presence near,
dispelling shadows, calming my fears.
in every drop, a grace I understand,
a gentle guiding from Your loving hand.
when the cup is drained, the silence starts to grow,
but in my heart, Your peaceful presence flows.
Your sweetness tasted like cherries
Your smell scented like fresh strawberries
Your words filly as ripened bananas
Your act sour like my lemon trees
Long ago i was your good cup of tea
Long ago you were a star in my universe
my forever lover to be......
Dear baby you left on that plane,
promised me you'll be back again,
but words were just words...
dreams written in a whole book of vain,
It took me so long to get over the heartache
It took me so long to get over the pain.
I can still remember the end of December,
Distant phone call confirmed wedding
bells in cloudy September,ringing
bells for for you and your bride to be.
I faked a smile,a lady in style,Congratulatons
across the ocean,across much more than a mile,
You came back full of regret,stating
i'm the one you couldn't forget,NO Bells
in September,it passed and gone,but
dear baby i found New dawn,i'm
very sorry i had to move on...
Please dear Baby stop crying,
hot tears brushed my cheeks long before,
Just leave me alone!stop the knocks
knock knocking on my wooden door,i met
Somebody Special who loves me much
more.Dear baby go play in your cradle,
Your mami needs a papi today
a papi who doesn't like rattles,
a papi who 's too old t play
Yesterday i was your good cup of tea
and you were all that mattared to me...
That was Yesterday,i live for today!
Yes, baby that was Yesterday,Now
i've met somebody who looks only my way....
i'm in love with him,he's in love with me,
and we are to marry in the month of May
(FICTION) Charma
I remember the days just you and me, laughing and drinking a cup of rose tea. Your lovely china had a big yellow bee, it was praying on just one knee. I loved your warm crackers and brie, those days were filled with happiness and glee. I wish your spirit was still here, not out in the big blue sea.
Date Written:2/1/2023
A Cup Of Tea
A cup of tea is a gift unique
In every cup it stands supreme
In restaurants, hotels, bazaars and homes
It’s a great dose for relaxing bones
Historical demand from ancient times
Light and strong always served by host
A cup of tea makes people close
In a friendship circle like petals of rose
A cup of tea has great respect
In every season, it’s always best
In making warm and giving rest
A cup of tea comes always first
Tea parties are an old tradition
But generation to generation
It’s always in fashion
A cup of tea is the Queen of cups
I like to serve it with cream rolls and buns
With chicken roast, cookies and crunches
Samosas, Kababs and finger chips
When stress compelled
And your mind obsessed
When anxiety brings
Those unwanted thoughts
Take a cup
Of herbal tea
Charming and sweet spell of magic
It will cast on your mind
Then your mind will no more be lost
In miserable, awful and uninvited thoughts.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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Just one cup in the morning; no added flavor
Ceylon tea or Assamese is my preference
Each drip and each sip I so favor and savor
Betwixt too light and too strong. This makes difference
Its red-black-orange mixture I fondly adore
My chocolate face waves betwixt its white-ash smoke
There's a fragrantly sumptuous taste in its core
To sip this nectar with me join a few townsfolk
It's poured into my cup in a hundred-degree
I start sipping. It does not hurt my lips or tongue
The process goes on till I, finally, could see
Not a tinge is left, and I feel extremely young
A cup of hot black tea is the day's protector
Can't I compare it with the heavenly nectar...?
09 February 2023
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''I may not be everyone's cup of tea
But I never invited anyone to drink''.
Peter Dome. copyright.2014.
You are my “cup of tea”.
We blend so well and taste so good.
We complement each other.
Why don’t we just pour another?
You say when and I’ll say where.
We’ll add some sugar.
Steam will fill the air.
It will be so sweet
and such a lovely treat.
We’ll drink our fill when we awake
and before we sleep
another sip we’ll take.
We’ll chat and play
throughout the day
until the afternoon.
Each day will end too soon.
We’ll discover secrets about each other
and we’ll have no thoughts for another.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: June 8, 2018
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Meet me by the sign
And we will have a cup of tea
Together talk of olden time
When Britannia ruled the sea
And we will have a cup of tea
Or something stronger, mate
When Britannia ruled the sea
I hope we can set a date
Or something stronger, mate
What might that something be
I hope we can set a date.
The sign is easy to see
What might that something be
Meet me by the sign
The sign is easy to see
Together talk of olden time
7-2-17
Days went off, moments gone, time to touch, feel and see,
Here in this misty fog meet me for a cup of tea,
Where would you mull? Your heart and soul are in possession of me,
You cannot recede, beat me for a cup of tea,
Oh, December you made me tired, sullen, and panicky,
But faded away in January as you met me for a cup of tea,
They said love is an illusion, blind and black sea,
You would know its worth, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for the moment of glee?
I will for you, for a cup of tea,
Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yet we,
Can saturate these waves, meet me for a cup of tea,
You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me,
You would know the depth of love, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who knows freedom and what is to be free,
Who meets a dervish and me on a cup of tea,
You managed to escape and fled-where would you be?
I will trace your phantoms when I sip, a sip of tea,
I deserve your saccharin smile and the last talk so we,
Renounce thinking over goodbye, meet me for a cup of tea,
(Reply)
And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go?
O Yaar, I am here with you, for you, for a cup of tea...
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Choudhry
Sometimes It seems
like I can still feel
the rhytm of your heartbeat
Going up and down
together with mine
In its meek and deep
beat so sweet
I melt in
As does honey
in my cup of tea.
So I blame them honey bees
for my weakened, falling knees
for wanting to kiss
you while the night
shades the day
in its repeating way
out of our resemblances.
And in my silence
I pray to the trees
nurturing the flowers
for them needy bees
to let me feed on
the feel of your heartbeat.
For the longest time, I have wanted to see you.
At last, my dearest dream has come true.
You are an all-encompassing example of perfection.
I seem to be in an inescapable attraction.
From your magnetic force, I cannot break free.
No woman has ever had this power over me.
You possess poise, grace and elegance.
Never have I witnessed such beauty and innocence.
Here is a woman showing the colors of the rainbow.
Like the full moon, you emit a fascinating glow.
Your eyes look like spring flowers in May.
I have never before looked at a woman this way.
I have only one small favor to ask of thee.
Will you have a small cup of tea with me?
Robert Pettit The Secondhand Emotion Contest by Dana’lynn Smith.
Every morning my soul craves, a cup of tea.
Before anything else, it says, a cup of tea.
The Sun awakes the sleeping night, always,
but awakes my sleeping soul, a cup of tea.
At work I ever restore my mood and energy,
with my favoured flavor of a cup of tea.
In the meetings, lethargic people go alive,
after given the break, for a cup of tea.
In a chilled weather, if happened to be out,
becomes a blessing for anyone, a cup of tea.
Being smarter and cute than her sister coffee,
most preferred by her lovers is, a cup of tea.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups.
Drinking a Cup of Tea
An outing drizzling visits two,
walking past a depot.
Dashing through the rain they withdrew,
in a dressed gazebo.
Fine Albert's Country Rose teacups,
set on top matching plates.
Buttered toast and biscuit warmups,
a quaint morning translates.
Orange pekoe redolent blends,
blissful sip indulges,
chews, nibbles, and napkin wipe trends,
engaging divulges.
Taste spirits chatter that transcends,
ere squall is forgotten,
decency trades a storm extends,
a spot of tea brought in.
2023 February 04
A cultural cup of tea
Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves
A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta
Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck
Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug glug slug glug
Two sugars please love as I wink to see her breast in the gaze of my eyes pleased
No Darjeeling just plain old tea with a tea spoon and a bag to strenuously squeeze
A British moment of the day that almost everyone lifts their cup and elbows to the skies
I am an English man and I will have a decent cup of tea because it is in my cultural rites