An Ode To Tea.An Ode To Tea.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Sat here with a cup of tea.
Milk and two sugars, sipping away.
Sweet and Warm, it sends my tongue numb.
I inhale it's sweet aroma, stop, and take in another sip.
It embraces my tongue, it leaves it wanting more, down my throat.
MY tongue screams out for more, it wants to feel its silky texture,
It's sickly sweet taste.
I chink the mug on my tooth, but it wont stop me.
I'm wound up by this mixture.
Sip after sip, it's saving me,
from the harsh cold that wishes to embrace my body.
Each mouthful plays with my senses, teases my body.
Abuses my organs.
It's nearing the end of the mug.
It can't be over yet.
This can't be it.
Like Oxygen to my organs, like Heroin to an addict, i need more.
Tea is more than a beverage..
It's a saviour in this harsh winter.
Ah who am i kidding? It's just tea <3
Tea You dont talk tragedy over tea.Tea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You dont mix cold water with new leaves.
You dont wait for it to be cool to taste
Hot tea without warmth just goes to waste.
Always add sugar before cream.
Always watch the milk clouds form, and let yourself day dream.
Always take tiny sips, and let your self reminisce.
Tea isnt something you just drink; its a state of being,
teatea is a place beyondtea9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words, calm jade inviting
a bower dark secluded
moss-silent falls as
twilight on a stone
secret green tones
sing leaf on leaf
unfurling weightless dancers
of a porcelain stage
how can a leaf reborn
agonize when it exhales
a thing of solace?
Cup of Tea PromiseCup of Tea Promise7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cup of tea promise
starts, watered down
lies and coffee
We take a breath,
inhale the aroma of the mug,
accept what we find,
we drink to our own distaste.
Between bitter sips
warmed chests, clutched hands,
we sit in comfort of this liquid--
as if an elixir of life
snuck into the drink.
Despite cups with cracks and chips
we grip our mugs for comfort