#tea
I drink coffee
She prefers tea
together we make the perfect
buzz.
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I am an introvert.
Or so they say.
But I don’t know why they say half the things they do anyway…
What is an introvert?
Someone who enjoys the quiet
Page turns of a good book?
Someone who enjoys the
Euphoria of sipping tea?
Someone who prefers yoga
Basked in the candle-light glow
Over a mind full of mary jane?
Why yes, then,
I am an introvert…
…drowning in my own solitude
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Let's Sit Down And Have Tea On A Massif
Let's Revitalise Around Some Herbal Leaf
Find A Nice Spot In Hampstead Heath
Recite Words Of Joy Under A Sheath
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Mixing tea, let's say lavender with something as simple as milk
Must sound silly and weird at first glance, as both come with their
own tastes and flavors which seem to not match at all.
Even the most unmatching couple can find bliss, harmony and
perfection in their very relationship, however.
Such as for the tea;
The milk manages to soften, embrace, advertise the taste of lavender
while leaving a pleasant aftertaste which is alike a ghost poorly
detectable, but present nonetheless after all.
With some sugar to sweeten this experience, it becomes divine,
something I would never have thought of, of such an odd couple.
The image of the lavender becomes overdrawn by the milk,
Engaging in a pure, creamy, brief white which reflects light just
in a majestic sense.
This is a taste to become lost in whilst reading a book in the best
of lightings, together with someone who causes your heart to race
and just turn ablaze
~ Umi
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
midnight tea stay with me
let me dream away and flee
let me drown in your mug
your hot water is my hug
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Organic tea is enough for me.
Go *p
i
s
s*
on some
other tree.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Her teeth rotted tea,
But root and leaf tell tall tales
Where silence now sips.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
Rich red tea
In porcelain,
Explains how I'm
Enjoying sin.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
let me explain
what makes you think
I ate the cake... well...
I had a little tea party
this afternoon at three
twas very small
three guest in all
just I myself and me
myself ate all the sandwiches
while I drunk all the tea
twas also I who at the pie
and passed the cake to me
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
First off, a declaration; I love you!
There’s surely no mistake.
And if you’ll be my lover, a promise;
Our lives will be filled with tea and cake.
There is nothing I wouldn't give you.
Just take it! My heart, my mind, my soul.
My money, I’ll give it. Take the credit card too!
Your happiness is my only true goal.
But more than that; I’ll give you laughter.
We will be laughing all the time.
And when I make you fantastic dinners,
Our laughs will mix with wine.
Oh, I know I can make you happy!
Let me love you, for goodness sake!
And if you’ll be my lover, my dear,
Our lives will be filled with tea and cake.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
I was listening to a poet
reciting his poem “Times”.
He was pondering, could
it be like this and that?
Suddenly my cup of tea
happened to taste so sweet,
made me wonder why
wasn’t it such an edgy,
a while ago any time
before now just as tasty.
Where on a stony thorn
was it stuck this long?
It had to bloom just now,
so sweet a rose!
No one predicted whether it
will rain or not, it just drops.
The sun, shedding clouds,
suddenly swims so low!
Pondering me, I could
then only digest it
accepting a truth:
It doesn’t matter when
the bees love to come out,
sit on the rose and fly.
For the time, its best bard
only sings on time!
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Her thoughts and I,
we stay awake
waiting for someone,
hoping for somethings
for the heart in pain
needs no tending
just a pinch of the divine
and that silver lining.
I think of the moments
we gently stole
from the curious eyes
of tired souls
our driving the distance
to escape our own
and finding the universe
in our palms, unfold.
There in the coffee shop
she stares at me
from the helpless tea bag
in scalding water.
In the bottle she would get
to quench her thirst
I find her asking if
my need's greater than hers.
The empty seat of car,
in front
is taken in her absence
by her memories warm
The gear shaft
without our fingers twined
is stripped bare
of our naked thoughts
The rains when they come,
they flood my heart
for a stormy noon
is still parked within
when the highway was lost
behind a sheet of rain
and in lights all turned on,
our tongues were mating.
Her breath is all over
this gluttony of a glass
half filled with wine,
half consumed by need
Now, the dam opens,
blood rising to the lips
flooding me with her thoughts
she can never read...
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
I guess I'll go make a cup of tea
Because sometimes it feels like
You have time for all of them, but not for me
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC
Sitting, drinking tea while watching the rain come wandering down
a smile brought on by cool breeze on misted skin
steam rising from the cup in front, the fragrant herbs steeping
and cascading come memories of other times
of once close people and far away places
and endless cups of tea
No matter where i wander, be it deserts cold or mountains rugged
there are always memories of those left behind in time
bring they a smile, a grin or a tear to flow my face
i will find joy in seeing them again
even if only inside my mind
and over a cup of tea.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Lonely is my friend
We'll always end up
Meeting
Once
Again
Sit me
Down
Sipping
Drowning in
T
e
a
Enjoying no ones
Company.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
i will always be a cup of coffee
a little strong
a bit too sweet
and I can never change
her love
of a watered down alternative
that she prefers
instead of me
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Gold crown of Olympus, hair crown and
Skin gown. First we throw our bodies at
One another. Heaping piles of human soup.
Bold maneuvers, hands and mouths and
Boy meets girl lying down, on top, intertwined.
Skittish moves on a tryst. Wet fingers of freshly
Tendered infinite decibel pleasure screams.
Streamers above a long rooting movement.
Overture of Aphrodite. Sparkling, glitter woman,
Legs pressed tightly to the chest,
Loose appendages intertwined. Intersticed dactyls
In rapture, soothing. Bodies build to one heart's beat.
Two muses fused together. If I wasn't afraid I'd wake you up
I'd slip on my shoes and make a tropical fruit fondue.
Stage two:
Ice cream lover's delight. Opus to brown sugar.
To swimming again, a pursed lurking of lips
In the academy of the pastoral commonwealth.
We eat at our stations of the sublime. Today which was
A day of discord- you nursed me back to the land of the living.
Stage three:
***
Stage four.
***
Stage five:
As we earn our pageantry to take
Stride on this Earth, and string a
Great bow of eager success among all of us,
You, me, them. While I continue to
Gaze at you. If not dinner, perhaps a
Cup of tea instead.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
After the cold darkness of haunted memories
Has chilled my soul
In a fitful bout of sleep,
A steaming hot cup
Of Irish tea
Makes me feel human again.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Emotion and tone,
like sugar
in your tea.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Tea has never tasted
So **** bitter
No amount of
Sugar
Or
Honey
Can drive out
This harsh
Biting taste
That will forever be on my tongue
Because
Of
You
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Nymphs clothed in white dance out of porcelain walls.
Swirling earth lies below their light feet,
Trying to woo them with perfumed kisses.
The vapors cannot see what love lies below.
I stir the waters with my condolences.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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a cup of poetic tea
now becomes ready
when emotions simmer
on a flame dimmer @
with subtle swirls @
twirls and whirls @
added with words @
the aroma spreads @
strained out the waste @
the perfect taste
and here it's ready
the poetry ...the tea!
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
warm, sweet,
and comforting
flows through red lips
and rosy cheeks
and a mind shining
like the first rays of dawn.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
When listen about date of exam
Feelings got high and uncalm
Being company of books inevitable
Now condition of students deplorable
Having pressure smacking clock fatuously
Yawning and laziness offing continuously
To see books again and again become petulant
But thinking about exams it takes dissentiment!
Due to exams sleep devoured
Neither subject nor weather favoured
Time ate to last morsel the pleasure
And to do best alter one's nature
Pretending today's work to next day
Lastly purge to get something we have to pay!!
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC