#teapot - Hello Poetry

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘵. & 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻." ꧁꧂ mica light • poetry

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC

micalight

Remedies

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘵. & 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻." ꧁꧂ mica light • poetry

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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

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Sep 3, 2020

Sep 3, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC

Icksalan

Teapot

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

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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?

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Jan 21, 2020

Jan 21, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC

srjenish1

Nature’s teapot

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?

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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

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC

austin-morrison

Teapot

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

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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.

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Nov 28, 2015

Nov 28, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC

r-k-hodge

Adoration

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.

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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.

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC

joyce-n

Teatime

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.

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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.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC

elise-reid

Teatime

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.

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