I sit, think, and drink my Chamomile tea
I think yonder as the years blasted
Never will I see the past days gone by
Humans disgraced, unfettered; unchaste
Despite this, entities look and embrace
Chained to the ground with desires
Seeking approval wanting the best
Problems in this life are a test
In the hereafter in the next
I sit, think, and drink my Chamomile tea
Categories:
chamomile, addiction, anxiety, care, cheer
Form: Blank verse
So sweet the smell of Chamomile
Kissed by the passing breeze above your shining smile
The light of your silent lyric lingers
While golden tones enhance our warm desire
Outside the sun-soaked window
My thoughts splash upon the path and rise
To paint a panorama of time filled brevity
Inviting memories that brought me here
With you across the table
In the mists of steeping tea
Our cups sit filled with gratitude
Of lilting reveries
I sip the flowering Chamomile
It saturates my senses
In the endearing light
That washes upon your soulful face
While I listen in the glow of your silent lyric
Our tenderness brings me home.
July 12, 2023
Kissed By the Passing Breeze Awakening Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
chamomile, appreciation, happiness, love, memory,
Form: Verse
The smooth whiff of chamomile is soothing.
I chose to stay and thrive on the brainwash.
The candle's sight chasing us is cooling.
The smooth whiff of chamomile is soothing.
I sought bliss when you gave beauty proving.
in your grasp, I shattered my clean rainwash.
The smooth whiff of chamomile is soothing.
I chose to stay and thrive on the brainwash.
Written: February 26, 2023
Categories:
chamomile, appreciation, metaphor,
Form: Triolet
During wet season!
flowers presented to me.
chamomile tea cared
Categories:
chamomile, allusion, care, health,
Form: Haiku
One day, it all ended,
Her bubble was burst!
She wondered if she were
somehow accursed!
It was just reality, kicking her
in the pants.
She begin to meditate and stop
all the worthless rants.
Music soothed her saddened,
sore soul.
A cup of chamomile tea and a
dainty cinnamon roll.
Ah, then she could pen, it was
her release.
That poetic palace of eternal
surcease!
September 8, 2020
3:45 pm PST
Categories:
chamomile, emotions, poetess,
Form: Couplet
let me brew
what i knew
would make
you sleep
make a tea
to help you
sleep but
dream
of me i
can't do
so you
take to
your wings
and fly away
but i'm still
the same
so i pray
that you
may come
to me
in my dreams
and kiss my
lips with
a sip
of
the
tea
i made
Categories:
chamomile, muse,
Form: I do not know?
1-cup
some boiling water
2 heaping teaspoons of sugar
1-bag of chamomile tea
Pour a cup of this for you and me
Taste good, good for what ails you
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Categories:
chamomile, appreciation, drink,
Form: List
Her name was Chamomile.....
she filled my heart ablaze,
one lazy-October day,
batting those eyes ---
such guile!
A poor, romantic little thing,
hopeless to begging love,
sick with gorgeous news ---
her hero (would he flew)
'ere her aching heart,
explode a thousand pleas
for her sensuous sylph-self
The men were dogs for her,
back in the day;
her hair smelled of Chamomile....
her eyes teased with Chamomile....
her lips, red and wanting,
her crimson-spiced kiss....
But she be only mine,
as she oozed down my throat....
Categories:
chamomile, humor, metaphor, romantic,
Form: Free verse
While on chamomile fields we lie
Plucking the thyme flowers to dry
Sage brushes tickling our noses
As we strike rose hips and poses
Black dahlia clouds dotting her eye
While on chamomile fields we lie
Between two stone pillars below
Lay tangled brush nests of swallow
Pink flower buds thrive in the heat
Atop these two hills of fresh peat
While on chamomile fields we lie
Watching dandelions float by
Timidly as a young starling
Rustles around a grass clearing
Coming as fast as she can fly
While on chamomile fields we lie
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This is the first Quatern I've ever written. Quite hard but fun. I initially was going to enter the Quatern contest but decided against it.
Categories:
chamomile, flower, garden, love,
Form: Quatern
locusts singing with
the breeze reminds how peaceful
a porch swing can be.
Categories:
chamomile, animals, food, imagination, nature,
Form: Haiku