"matcha" poems
not many people favor
the flavor
of the green tea latte
sweet from the start
with a slight bitter aftertaste
as the matcha on your tongue fades
i remember the time
we went to your favorite cafe
and you commented on how your
green tea latte
was a little sweeter than the usual
and now i comment how
it is a little more bitter
compared to when i had it with you
the green tea latte
is my memory of you
sweet—for every time
we sat in that same spot
sipping the warm green drink
and bitter— for the moment
i drank my
green tea latte
alone
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Detox yourself of impurities.
Box away those
pretty poisons polluting your soul.
Matcha tea will only help so much.
Matching the gentle touch
once felt
but have since melted away.
Got to deal with the cards
that have been dealt today
But what if,
I am less than an ace?
What if,
I am dead?
Then I am nothing.
Or
is that just
the toxic thoughts talking?
It's hard to tell these days.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
*** hot water, whisking,
smoothly blended, tea bowl, spring,
tea garden, thick, quiet.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
Block I.
I came to see you yesterday
Just what I was hoping for
You haven't changed a bit
You still taste
Like iced matcha green tea
But today
Your trickle is just about to start
And your iced matcha green tea
Now warming up
Since you betrayed me
Turning hot
For another woman
Her name is Rain
So I'm leaving you
You will always be real to me
But I've got something else
To replace you for now
His name is Cape
Just like you
A long story
And a desirous body
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Jar of my teeth
Sitting on the windowsill
Where I sip matcha tea
Rejuvenate maturity
Hear Him rap the door
Tok tik tok
Sixth time this week
Why am I in shock?
Thrives off fossils like me,
Dust in the crevices
Paper for skin
For thirty years
Dead ********
I let Him in
Skulks around the place
Morbid clothes and beard
But a welcoming face.
I sip matcha tea
Last drop in my cup
Shakes his head in pity
Pouring new life
On my infancy
Never any luck,
Offers me lily tea
Resist no more
Brews life inside of me
Fills my lungs with streams
Freeing to not breathe
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
I lived my life knowing:
That love is blind
That love won't make you fine
That love is merely just distracting
But alas here I am I stand trial
All in the face of love
A victim of love
But with no hint of denial
It is real yes, oh it is such heaven on earth
This love I felt, I feel for real
You made it happen, made me feel
What a lovely day everyday it has been
Everyday you are my cup of tea
Everyday I think of you and me
Everyday there are no worries
Everyday you are my peace, my whole delight
Your hug that i always long for
Each day and each night
You give me your favorite songs
How i long for you, all of the time
Though with every too much sunshine
There is a little rain, a downpour
Oh what a time to be alive
It all went wet, it rained, it poured
But do always remember my love
There's no rainbow without a little rain
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
I'll always bring you with me
Remember oh my dear love
As green as the grass, as blue as the sky
You'll always be my green tea, my hug in a cup
I'll wait for you in a café some day
And some day we'll together drink
That matcha that serves as a memory of I and thee
A matcha of you and me
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
warm weathers with a warmer heart:
i stretched out my arms
and embraced her with all i am.
this girl threw an ocean of words,
of images, of emotions, and even of silence at me
over a mango shake, kimchi fishcake,
and a pair of hot matcha lattes.
she challenged me to a doodle dare
when i told her i don't draw humanity,
as much as i wanted to draw her right there on the spot.
let's draw those people on that side of the cafe
ah, a people-watching activity!
just our kind of hobby that immerses us within society
while being in our own little world!
i noticed she draws people first
then the background according to the proportions of the persons;
yes, a people-watcher observing another people-watcher
unlike me who starts off with the walls and furniture of the space.
she drew the ovals for body proportions;
her pencil marks done gently, focused and magnified,
much like how she holds herself up.
thus we were satisfied with unfinished sketches
and incomplete acapella song covers;
and it definitely was a finished day–
complete with her presence,
photographs taken with cameras and our memory's eyes,
inside jokes about boys and talks about life outside.
the sun is getting lower
as the hour hand is getting higher.
Time continues but we paused.
So I'm up for another round with you, Lou.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
First get out the jar
Mix the matcha and water
And shake it real hard
Fill the jar with ice
Now it's time to add the milk
Shake and shake and taste
The color is good
I hope the milk's not too strong
I added too much
Again? *********
I always add too much milk
Matcha flavored milk
Still, I will drink it
It's better than if it was plain
Next time for sure though
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Being optimistic words
hitting chords drowning
Overboard smooth sailing
Poetic- words
Reassuring*
believing*
Time moves on being
Hopeful*
Fresh start makeup
Achieving
Tea- Rose colored
Big city- crowded
Scattered-love tainted
But he has you in his arms
Before you fainted
Animation
Love 3D promising
Relationships
Can be poisoning
Missing family
Divineness
Ma- Ma Da Da
Smile when your heart is aching
I Gotcha mind and body
What's inside two
hearts beat or breaking
I Gotcha!
Love in the making
Oh! Susanna
Won't you play a beat
Banjo on his knee
Politician I -Gotcha
Ha -ha
Crimes and leaks
New technology
Longevity - Global
Mentality Longevity
A fake world or true- reality
* * *
I- Gotcha
Now! give me Starbucks Matcha- Latte
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 8:07 AM UTC
Let's do things out of randomness,
Without a reason.
Let’s wake up at 7am,
and join the grandparents at tai chi.
Let’s go to animal shelters and volunteer,
Let’s wake up at 4am,
and go to the nearest convenient store,
just to have our favourite matcha ice cream.
Let's do us.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
This time last year, it was cloudy as today.
But I was about to meet you at Vigilante.
It was not raining, I wore my favorite blouse and my hear was beating so fast.
We took the porch seats, we talked as I got lost in your hazel green eyes.
Yeah we should go to the aquarium you said.
I had matcha and you had latte, you and your orioles cap.
We talked about the future the presence and the past.
Now we are part of each other's past. You called me a romantic and
yes I am. That's why I'm writing again here.
In April we will go the the ball game and celebrate your birthday.
But when can I show you this poem, in a month or a year?
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Friday, at the Café
With iced matcha latte
and things she didn't want to say
What will fill the void?
In the midst of the crowd,
you are the one that I avoid.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC
Am I doing it right?
I took a bath with eight capfuls of eucalyptus bubble soap
Instead of the recommended four.
I ran the water fever hot.
I wonder how long that feeling will last on my skin.
It doesn’t last long.
The next day,
I read a poem about this bath
To my creative writing class.
Call that vulnerability.
Gold star for me and my vulnerability.
I make tea with my vulnerability,
And sometimes I let other people sniff the fumes—
Raspberry-pomegranate-flavored-matcha-green—
But I never make a full ***
Because I guess I don’t want anyone else
to burn their tongues on my scalding vulnerability.
They like my poem, I think.
I don’t really listen to their response,
Am glad when it’s over.
I answer their questions about it without
Really answering their questions.
I don’t think they notice.
As for me,
I absorb their comments like vitamins
And, as such, the excess is filtered out
In the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep.
When I do sleep, I try badly to stay awake,
When I must sleep, I am kept awake by various physical sensations,
Which I may complain about on Twitter
(Gold star for my vulnerability)
But maybe not, because I’m trying to detox,
And by that I mean I’ll stare
At Duolingo, the Atlantic, YouTube and Netflix,
Instead of Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok and Snapchat,
And when I talk about it to my friends,
I feel the need to compare myself to an addict
in rehab
to get over heroine.
Because, in my mind, they are the same thing.
Call that empathy. Gold star for me and my empathy.
Am I doing it right yet?
This poem makes me feel good,
When I write something that makes me feel good,
I feel as though I could be talented.
But do I like myself for it?
If I get too cocky I might have to cut my own **** off,
Cut myself down to size.
But it’s no use, my ego haunts me
Like a bad childhood memory.
I didn’t feel guilt for the first time until I was fifteen.
It took that long
To feel sorry for pruning the leaves on my relationships,
until the plants disappeared
And I forgot what species they were.
Even now that I have friends I can admire,
Can I be trusted not to rate myself more highly?
Call that self-confidence.
Goldstar for me and my self-confidence.
When I get home from work,
I take another bath, hotter than before, with wine.
The wine and the heat make me dizzy, which is good
Because I can’t fall asleep unless I’m dizzy.
But later I will not be able to sleep
because this is my third hot bath in a row,
it’s winter, and my skin is so dry that it will itch and burn
As if every fabric I touch were made of fire ants.
But for now
I am comforted.
Call that self-care. Gold star for my self-care.
More of a participation trophy, really.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
i sit in the coffee shop
writing poetry on a brown napkin
with a purple gel pen
remembering how my life was saved
by a cup of tea
beckoning me
out of my messy bed
out of my summer-sad head
and into the real world
with all its simple beauty
earthy warm green tea
but also
the hydrangeas in bloom
on the way home
and the little ladybug
hitching a ride on my shoe
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 1:48 PM UTC
You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
A sweet smile with a bitter aftertaste
Too nice to be rude to me directly
I become lost in the misdirection
You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
I like it warm but you let it go cold
And that’s not what I asked for
Yet you keep me on hold
You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
It’s a waste of money and time
But it’s something to do
While I’m waiting in line
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
when people said “i love you” but i said, “i adore him to the point i thank him for existing”
when people said "i love you" but i said, "i would recognise his odor in thousands of crowd"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "he is the first thing that i mention through my prayers"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "my brain refuses to think about anything but you"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "it's crazy how my mind leads to you to every love song that is playing"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "he is the first thing i reminisce to every matcha store i stumbled upon"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "i would spot his footsteps in a muddy dark forest"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "i learn how to cook for him where these dishes are crafted with love"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "i have been adjusted to be all ears for him when the whole world turned him down"
when people said "i love you" but i said, "i don't want him to translate. i would speak his language, i want learn the language of his soul"
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 5:23 AM UTC
under your toes there's crushed dandelions, and soft, wet grass. the storm clouds swirl, and your pink drink fizzes near my hip.
you're lying flat on your back, next to my side. extended, lithe, pasty skin, and wearing your favorite sunglasses.
it's not sunny, but 'it's too bright.' you point at the glasses sliding on your nose, nails white, unlike the clouds in the sky.
you giggle, hoist yourself up, and curl in. pretzel-like, wrapped up, positioned right beside me.
your cat stares at us from the inside, and i could start to wonder what that must feel like, but you're humming a song i faintly recognize.
i lift the fizzy drink to my lips, and sip.
a twisted grin forms on your lips. 'you always take what isn't yours, princess.' maybe you're wrong though. maybe i never take enough.
you took a photo of me a while ago, under a willow tree, i'm all dimples and orange light leaks.
a fragment of who i want to be captured by you.
you took that photo from me. for a fact, it's lost in a pile, in your shoebox, of what you miss or what you never want to see.
let me get this straight: i never liked him, i loved you.
those iced matcha lattes, scattered laughter, angry outbursts followed by oceans poseidon could not fathom.
i don't hold grudges, but you do. i'll never get you back, because someone else has filled in your softer pieces.
filled in places where i carelessly splattered paint, in hopes you could pick out colors and make something beautiful.
i can almost hear your voice, 'god, she was a mess. all i have left is a broken heart.'
i might write about you forever, i might give up, it's pointless to romanticize sunglasses and your pointed remarks.
i'll stop.
just know, i think about that day a lot. your cat watching, your band t shirt, the lime green vans, fizzy drink at my hip, scattered storms.
or the time you drew a smiley face on a sandwich with mustard, or when we stole your dad's whiskey, and i finally melted into your mouth.
and yes, now, i'll officially say, i took too much.
goodbye, my sweetest love.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
I miss walking to your car
Wildly undressed
For the weather
As always
Yet radiant in the snow
Always scanning the backs of cars
For your Illinois plate
Reminded every time
That you’re a city kid
Probably much too cool for me
You step outside your car
Even though it’s cold
And you’re stepping into slush
The crud that cakes up in the parking lot
I miss seeing your face
That catlike smile
As I speed walk across asphalt
Smiling myself
Hard enough to make my cheeks sore
But there’s not a care in the world
When I crash into your arms
The air is cold but you are warm
My heart gets wrapped up
In a tight cocoon of you
Then we break and you say
We should get in your car
It’s cold and I left my coat again
Then I’m in your passenger seat
You’re offering me matcha candy
Or maybe just looking at me
With those bedroom eyes
Dark behind your glasses
Yet lit up all the same
I miss that sweet first kiss
The soft heat of your lips
Pressed up against mine
Gentle and hungry
A restrained fever of want
Given away by your hand on my cheek
Thumb tracing across my lips when you pull back
Gazing at me like I’m something
To be savored
Cherished and mouthed at
The tender want in your eyes
That I miss
The moment you look away
Jan 13, 2023
Jan 13, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
let’s climb the roof and watch the sunrise together
he smiled and didn’t forget the coffee or doughnuts
let’s go to the beach in our bathing suits, sun kissed glow and wine coolers
he nodded in agreement and went to start the car
let’s eat pancakes lathered in maple syrup and hot butter
he walked out wearing pj’s
let’s ride all the roller coasters and munch on candied apples
he was the first one in line
let’s have chinese on the hood of the car because the day was a bad one
he made sure i had room for matcha mochi ice-cream in the end
let’s go to the nearest museum on a Sunday morning
he didn’t complain he had bought them the night before
let’s have brunch downtown before anyone wakes up
he brought me to a place where omelettes came in the shape of hearts
let’s watch Sinister on a Friday night minutes before midnight rolls around
he held my hand throughout the whole thing
let’s head out and have a spa day
he agreed to a ****** and pedicure
let’s stay at home, bake sweets and talk by the fire
he taught me the secret to his chunky chocolate chip cookies
let’s sit on the porch and count the stars
he held me tight and told me that i looked beautiful
let’s promise to love, care, cherish and trust each other forever he said
i smiled and knew i had met the one.
A.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
I still daydream about you,
and I feel my soul jump for JOY
from country to country to chase you.
The smile you put on my face
as wide as the space between us
when we are not together.
I can still feel this JOY
through that space-
it fills me up like a cup of matcha
on all those nippy nights without you.
What a miracle it was
to have crossed paths with you-
a bright star in what was
an empty void.
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 4:41 AM UTC