"pekoe" poems - Hello Poetry

You've left me here In pools of honey and vanilla Dreaming of London fog Holding onto chamomile evenings With every last breath Orange pekoe on my tongue Thoughts of you like jasmine flowers Warm water and green tea Something hibiscus and peach Floating like little worlds Surrounding me as I drown In this romanticized life Watching you swirl your spoon In everything We said Was not our cup of tea

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Feb 1, 2022

Feb 1, 2022 at 2:32 PM UTC

AE

Afternoon Tea

You've left me here In pools of honey and vanilla Dreaming of London fog Holding onto chamomile evenings With every last breath Orange pekoe on my tongue Thoughts of you like jasmine flowers Warm water and green tea Something hibiscus and peach Floating like little worlds Surrounding me as I drown In this romanticized life Watching you swirl your spoon In everything We said Was not our cup of tea

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Her steaming kettle window into wetness of what was whistling jets conjuring self-precipitation There, go memories dewy laden long gone Vexing saturation making tea time’s solitude weep childhood, weep marriage, weep motherhood ululating swirls in her cup No amount of saccharin can sweeten sipping whimper’s brew Her hour of orange pekoe empties

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Sep 21, 2018

Sep 21, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC

pj-poesy

Cloudburst

Her steaming kettle window into wetness of what was whistling jets conjuring self-precipitation There, go memories dewy laden long gone Vexing saturation making tea time’s solitude weep childhood, weep marriage, weep motherhood ululating swirls in her cup No amount of saccharin can sweeten sipping whimper’s brew Her hour of orange pekoe empties

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It was a beautiful day Warmer than the usual I woke up with thoughts of you And a cup of black tea With no sugar, or milk one single cream And I watched it explode Into a white cloud Of luscious smoke I watched it spin I watched it implode ..Dancing alone Then I dipped my spoon Tore it away So I could take a sip Of this beautiful day.. and I never realized how easy It was to completely destroy Life’s subtle beauty

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Nov 16, 2013

Nov 16, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC

bilal-kaci

Orange Pekoe

It was a beautiful day Warmer than the usual I woke up with thoughts of you And a cup of black tea With no sugar, or milk one single cream And I watched it explode Into a white cloud Of luscious smoke I watched it spin I watched it implode ..Dancing alone Then I dipped my spoon Tore it away So I could take a sip Of this beautiful day.. and I never realized how easy It was to completely destroy Life’s subtle beauty

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Of all that warms my heart in the days of my childhood you were there to nourish me On those brisk winter mornings when the cupboards where nearly bare you fulfilled my needs My old friends Earl Grey and Orange Pekoe never disappointed Never to take a back seat white Towntalk bread lightly toasted with butter TOAST & TEA virtually inseparable... my comfort food.

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Jun 21, 2016

Jun 21, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC

allen-robinson

TOAST & TEA

Of all that warms my heart in the days of my childhood you were there to nourish me On those brisk winter mornings when the cupboards where nearly bare you fulfilled my needs My old friends Earl Grey and Orange Pekoe never disappointed Never to take a back seat white Towntalk bread lightly toasted with butter TOAST & TEA virtually inseparable... my comfort food.

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Would it seem presumptuous, perhaps impertinent, of me to invite you for a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday morning at a small shop on a well- trafficked street? And, it you were to agree would you question me, over that cup of tea, or before, as to why I wish your company on a sunny Sunday morning? I might answer, before that cup of tea, that your interests interest me, and given what I see, you seem quite shy (and I have heard this is true) and I think you might be more inclined to reply over a cup of pekoe brew on a safe and sunny well-trafficked street on a Sunday morning. And, what would the object be, you might ask, of meeting over a cup of tea and what would a pertinent question be? The why and why not of what you know and what you do, the who and why and what of you cannot all be explained over a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday morning, but a small answer, say a cupful, with one who takes pleasure in interesting conversation with one who seems interesting is all the question and answer needed on a sunny Sunday morning and a cup of tea.

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Jun 27, 2017

Jun 27, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC

robert-manchesterd3

A Cup Of Tea

Would it seem presumptuous, perhaps impertinent, of me to invite you for a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday morning at a small shop on a well- trafficked street? And, it you were to agree would you question me, over that cup of tea, or before, as to why I wish your company on a sunny Sunday morning? I might answer, before that cup of tea, that your interests interest me, and given what I see, you seem quite shy (and I have heard this is true) and I think you might be more inclined to reply over a cup of pekoe brew on a safe and sunny well-trafficked street on a Sunday morning. And, what would the object be, you might ask, of meeting over a cup of tea and what would a pertinent question be? The why and why not of what you know and what you do, the who and why and what of you cannot all be explained over a cup of tea on a sunny Sunday morning, but a small answer, say a cupful, with one who takes pleasure in interesting conversation with one who seems interesting is all the question and answer needed on a sunny Sunday morning and a cup of tea.

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*Let's thrive on hot pekoe tea tonight , on a good high with an acoustic guitar Let's find a bright star , finish the dishes , lets open a jar of wishes and be thankful for where we are Two porch lovers that discovered one another in our fifties , the gift of true love thats never ending Treasuring the start of each day , to find your pretty face in our quiet , perfect country place Forevermore* ...

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

A Note For Mary Ellen ....

*Let's thrive on hot pekoe tea tonight , on a good high with an acoustic guitar Let's find a bright star , finish the dishes , lets open a jar of wishes and be thankful for where we are Two porch lovers that discovered one another in our fifties , the gift of true love thats never ending Treasuring the start of each day , to find your pretty face in our quiet , perfect country place Forevermore* ...

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Frosted ivory undivided wings Bambino of new beginnings Hummingbird Ching's, Ornamentations to be as sidewalks Brisk in mountain image A dask A dusk A pull A scrimmage. Frilly tress amenity Angels do come Devils leave, As Flambeau's do garnish so lively!!! Pekoe from ourn bouquet redolence Wild sinner's and innocent Sparked by fuse of Muse's poet... Ride it Moan it A perfume of new days Macy's!!! Parched Hazy Yet sun blasts in with all perfection For thy queen of ressurection hast risen me As Christ was the third day!!!

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

sciatháin Eabhair frosted ( frosted ivory wings) old irish tongue!!

Frosted ivory undivided wings Bambino of new beginnings Hummingbird Ching's, Ornamentations to be as sidewalks Brisk in mountain image A dask A dusk A pull A scrimmage. Frilly tress amenity Angels do come Devils leave, As Flambeau's do garnish so lively!!! Pekoe from ourn bouquet redolence Wild sinner's and innocent Sparked by fuse of Muse's poet... Ride it Moan it A perfume of new days Macy's!!! Parched Hazy Yet sun blasts in with all perfection For thy queen of ressurection hast risen me As Christ was the third day!!!

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*A splash of green clover beneath bare feet A hot Pekoe tea with a smidgen of honey A hardwood canopy with a Mossy Oak to rest upon The first cool day of Fall to turn you on* ...

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

The First Cool Day ..

*A splash of green clover beneath bare feet A hot Pekoe tea with a smidgen of honey A hardwood canopy with a Mossy Oak to rest upon The first cool day of Fall to turn you on* ...

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