Water Drink Poems

He fell asleep in the bath
When he was drunk
Slept so long 
His body shrunk
To such a small 
Miniscule size
He couldnt be seen
By human eyes.

When he...

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I feel there's something heavy
Pressing on my bones
Medusa's gaze has got me
Turning into stone..

My life needs new perspective
Like some higher place to view
A log jam...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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Oh your scent is so appealing 
makes my mouth water with delight 
to taste your rich flavor 
is like a passionate kiss 
a sweetness that's...

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You are my ocean
Catch me in your undertow
Take me to places I Would 
normally never go. 

Your currents have a hold 
on me, of that...

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Because I like variety,
I’ve got many different boxes of tea upon my shelf.
Sometimes I might mix them up,
adding two different bags of tea to seep...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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Written: January 16, 2024
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Strength of herbs oozes...

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The bubbling boiling water
Sends the cushion of tea leaves afloat
The flavours burst out breaking free.
The swirling golden shadows 
Quickly shade to honey brown...
Oh. The luxury...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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vodka goes down smooth 
cat mistakes it for water 
both of us are drunk...

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Stirring My Tea 12-22-23  
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Amber Balm

Evening settles into an overstuffed ebony chair,
 No longer pacing in little anxious circles
  Nor scurrying into hollow...

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I love to watch the tilt of your tender-tipped fingers
cupping the teacup's rounded heat,

the way you would gently cup my breasts,
your hands coiled lovingly around...

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I never used to drink sweet tea,
and neither did I drink coffee.
The one drink that my mother made
was the 60’s stand-by, sugar water called Kool-aid.
I...

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Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense

IT IS TIME FOR TEA

It is time for tea,...

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