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Lost in my Head Sep 2020
I’m a little teapot
On the stove
Here you can set me
With lies you wove

When I realize that
You aren’t right
Maybe then I’ll
Cut the blight
We do be vibing, figured I’d throw a little twist on the well beloved song
Jenish Jan 2020
Muddy waves, foam and the storm
All settled in my teapot
As nature stirring outside
My own spoon rustling inside
Will all settle in due time?
Austin Morrison Feb 2017
You're small and cute but made to be hot.  filled with warmth, you're a badass teapot.

-for my friend Cara who Is now a teapot in my eyes xD
R K Hodge Nov 2015
I adore you.
That is all there is to it.
Sometimes red poppies blossom in my stomach because of it
Like ***** watercolour water it grows increasingly murky
I find it is a beautiful shade of hurt and soul
It contrasts nicely with my porcelain casing
Like a tea *** I am poised to empty my contents
I adore, you.
joyce knee May 2014
You know it's time to talk
when the teapot empties
itself, forgotten steam
whistling in and out
our ears. Tell the truth, it's
all about the mist, crawling
in and out of our heads.
delicately painted china
empty of all but dregs
spilling out patterns
depicting surprises
unreadable to all but the blind
changing the addictions
to colorless schemes
of the bitter sweet taste
lingering on our tongues
uncurling to let out the truth.
Elise Reid Apr 2014
The teapot is now full.
How long the time has been.
The aroma is so fragrant.
Thoughts and laughs are blending in.

Through the flavor of the leaves,
Hidden contents are revealed.
Though inside the painted glass,
Taste betrays against its will.
Potful after potful,
While the hours sneak away.
Struggles and life’s many woes,
With each sip no longer stay.

Though at first the tea is tasty.
Though it’s easily refilled.
It just can’t last forever.
The pouring soon is stilled.

The last cup is too bitter!
The last word is the same!
The teapot is now empty,
Till teatime comes again.

— The End —