Teapots Poems - Poems about Teapots

I opened the door that morning to a knock, And four women, holding seven teapots. I had to laugh, surprise and then understanding hitting me at once. I welcomed them in and cleared a place on the kitchen counter. There they sat. Seven teapots, quirky and colourful. Every shape and size. Some plain. Some themed. One shaped like a cottage. Another...

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The square teapot designed like a wood stove Admired by the delicate painted rose teapot When his water comes to steam in the alcove Rose sings soprano harmonizing on the spot Such a friendship cannot be forgot...

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I love the shape of teapots Their beautiful bulbous curve And how they can then brew the brew That quickly calms your nerve. I love the simple handle Colored brown or black or white And I love the little lid they have That holds the heat in tight. I love the steam from the spout When you fill it to the top And I love...

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I'm not out to change my world or yours, but I do believe we are in this world together to refine our collective regenerate health status, to resolve our climate therapies for healthier economies and politics of mind and body ecologies. I am thinking of not even being in any more for those who only have a yearn for climate change, as this is...

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I brew sunsets in teapots I drink the dawn from a mug and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed when I guess I should sit quietly pristine, with my legs crossed instead but each day is so fragile they black out every evening...

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