Cuppa Poems | Examples

Hobnobbing With The Hoi Polloi

With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi

First Cuppa in Morn, Steaming

The air slowly fills
with curly pungent wafts of steam
billowing up from a 
hot freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Raising the baton to 
conduct the dawn chorus 
of bird songs and plans 
mulled to begin.

I love to see and feel
the ringlet tufts of steam
getting up my nose, blurring and 
opening up my eyes,
like a curtain raise,
to conduct the symphony to begin.

The trills and tweets,
chirps and cheeps,
whistles and trills,
caws and chortles,
are all entwined and garnered  
in the first sips, of the first cuppa,
taken at wake of day.

The steam and songs 
unspool a cotton thread of
memories and reflections, 
hopes and fears,
to be weft, warped,
shuffled and shuttled,
through the loom 
to weave the coming day.

I'll make you a cuppa coffee

...
I'll make you a cuppa coffee
whilst my heart remains
waiting to receive the
other stolen half 
playing the melancholia tunes
on a piano in the ocean
with broken bemoaning keys
dreaming my dread will 
float with the 
curling reflecting waves

I'll make you a cuppa coffee
mixed with my eagerness
to be enough
and to become 
a cumbersome pillow-covered boulder
willingly chained in place
for you to fall on

I'll make you a cuppa coffee
after the rain
hot n soul-comforting
sweet to the first sip
with instant anomie bitterness
swooned with the 
sugar cubes in the 
coffee creamed heart-stricken
shaped swirls 

I'll make you a cuppa coffee
with a heart suffering 
bearing heavy weights alone
desolate, only
tumbleweeds flowing
abrupt earthquakes 
on the verge of
collapsing completely 
awaiting the day
someone makes me mine
...

CUPPA CHAR

CUPPA CHAR

When the world is spinning and all logic is gone
No sense of winning, and nothing to think upon
Then sit down for a rest, as it’s time for a brew
A cup of tea is the best, made proper and true

So warm up the pot, so it is good and ready
Swill water that’s hot, with a hand that’s steady
Then spoon in tea leaves, one each plus one
The strength one achieves, once it’s begun

Boiling water poured in, then give it a stir
Let the brewing begin, but too quick is a sin
A few minutes later, prepare cups with milk
Some prefer later, as with others of that ilk

A clear golden liquid, with a subtle scent
Lift the teapot lid and stir with good intent
Tea leaves now sunk, time to gently pour
Ready to be drunk, but slowly, it’s the law. 

It’s best in a china cup, yet who knows why
Always drink it up, holding little finger high
One makes the tea in the way that’s directed
And sip it tastefully, in a manner so affected

A Cuppa Joe and Off I Go

A cuppa joe and off I go
    to work, because I owe

  so many so much
    I'm quite out of touch
  
  It's time I won the Lotto!

Cuppa Love

We
dashed through
the
rainy
afternoon
taking
a
moment
to escape
the deluge in
a corner
café.
Our 
stormy
adventure
fueled 
an
intense
love.

The Morning Cuppa

I love it, 
Our morning ritual of tea,
Just you and me.
But the milkman, and the maid
The kids wailing, 
Like the newly awoken dead
Won’t have it. 
Gotterdammerung 
They scream.
Or something 
That sounds 
Just like it.

Tea gone cold.
The morning 
Feels old.

Cuppa Couplet

Was just drinking tea when my sight was messed up
Went blind in one eye… left the spoon in the cup



17 December 2021
For Contest: Bite Sized Poem #30
Sponsor: Line Gauthuer

A Morning Cuppa

A Morning Cuppa
                      by (Bob) Moore (2018)
A cup of tea is lovely in the morning
sit out the front just as the day is dawning
a big veranda there, with a table and a chair
to plan your day, and try to stop from yawning

The sun is good, and warms you to the bone
you sit there, like a king upon his throne
you could think of things to do, if you really wanted to
but I it’s lovely here, so enjoy your tea and scone

Then a voice calls out, from somewhere far away
the wife wants you to start another day
mow the lawn, and clean the windows, 
be surprised how quick the mood goes
when that daily list of chores, heads out your way

Cuppa Joe

There once was a barista named Joe
the joke always tiresome and so-so
	he swallowed it well
	because tips were swell
so he put on a pretty good show

A Cuppa Tea

A CUPPA TEA

A cuppa tea for my confused cluttered mind,
A cuppa tea to rest and try hard to unwind,
A cuppa tea  for our beings to merely cleanse,
A cuppa tea please, I have just been fined!

Tea is universal whatever the flavour,
Thus each cuppa tea has it’s own flavour,
A cuppa tea so welcome after shopping in heels,
Kicking them off in the front hall, a lifesaver!

A cuppa tea is certainly good for fist dates,
Often how people find their soul mates,
Like a starter, gets conversation flowing,
After your cuppa, could find yourself in dire straits!

So whatever the occasion, a cuppa for me,
And for all generations of ladies should be
To watch his eyes, if they follow your curves,
You might need a cuppa to settle your nerves!

Cuppa Tea Anyone

The billy boils on an open flame
Or an electric kettle boils in a modern game
A sprinkle of tea and around the world twirl
Smokos on is the welcome yell

We learnt this from the British ones
A group of Aussies the smile is won
It could be a morning break or sundown meal
It all has for us a refreshing deal

How many plans are made in this way
And friendships enjoyed and laughter play
Tea boiled is the pleasure
Sit smile talk and drink the measure.

© Paul Warren Poetry

My Dream - Come and Have a Cuppa Tea

I sometimes see you in my dreams
We haven’t met though so it seems

You must however also see me
For I am willing it to be

We could then have a talk and we would also go for a walk
And you would be more than just a thought

You might be part of my family 
That now resides under the shade of a tree

One day we will meet for sure
I hope it will then be forever more

Did I not mention though

I am not yet dead so neither are you
Trust me friend I do see you 

I sometimes see you in my dreams
So please do come and visit me 

We can then sip some tea
And talk about reality

I will also make you an apple pie
And we can cloud gaze in the sky

Or if you prefer you can have a coffee	
And I will buy for you Banoffee

It’s all fine whatever you choose
I am just waiting to hear your shoes

On the threshold of my door
I will then welcome your footsteps tip toe across my floor

So just come and visit me 
Whoever you may be

Because we are all family

DAMO

Tea Cuppa

Take a sip
On this trip


In good time
Taste rich mime


Tea cuppa
Not mocca


In a brew
Fine form stews


Quick clear taste
Sip blunt haste




Leon Enriquez
14 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

Keep Calm and Have a Cuppa

In 1942 when the Germans and Japanese
Were rampant across the world during WW II

The British needed to raise the moral
Of their troops who were under pressure in the field

So the government bought up 
All the tea available on the planet

So their troops were supplied with tea
Making a brew up became important to them

They cooked it in the desert on a Bengazi burner
Or on ships in the Atlantic and Pacific

On battlefields across Asia and Europe
British soldiers brewed up

And their morale was improved
So the humble cuppa helped win the war.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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