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#Tea poems
mehreenkhan · 1 year
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Five times a day, I make tea.
I do this because I like the warmth in my hands, like the feeling of self-directed kindness.
(from Leila Chatti's poem, Tea)
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Some may call me a pessimist, but I am not. There is nothing gained from loss.
I drink tea in the shade and believe in poetry. I am a zealot for optimism.
(from Chris Abani's piece, Pilgrimage)
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When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.
- Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
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What else is beautiful:
Your hands, at the end of a long day, carrying a cup of tea.
(from Aria Aber's Rilke and I)
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I had tea.
I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening.
-Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice
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metamorphesque · 10 months
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Leila Chatti, “Tea”
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edgarallannoe · 6 months
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A saga of people that embody tea for me.
When I sip these types of tea they make me travel back in time to moments - its funny how our senses intertwine with our memories.
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thatsbelievable · 10 months
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noughticalcrossings · 1 month
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Commander James Fitzjames
There will be poems
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pencap · 5 months
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it is january 2nd and the sun rises a little lighter over a horizon no longer crowded with the haze of a thousand hopes— under a wide-open sky still young and fresh and new without a thousand staring eyes.
it is january 2nd and the air is a little freer without the sacred weight of the untouched loading every trembling motion, without the lofty need for newness clouding every restless moment like a warm puff of breath in the january cold.
it is january 2nd and i relax like a slow exhale at the end of a long breath held two heartbeats too long— a little tight at the edges but not too much, not yet.
it is january 2nd. the year is still young and i have time.
i have time.
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dabiconcordia · 6 months
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“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down. And I knocked my brother down. And then we had tea.” ― Dylan Thomas
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yoga-onion · 16 hours
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Spring melancholy makes me want to ride a bus that is not in service
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[Images: from ‘Spirited Away’, directed by Hayao Miyazaki, Studio Ghibli]
This is a haiku written by a 23-year-old girl living in Tokyo. The brief moment of paradise that you can reach at the edge of the limits of chaotic city life, the moment when everything becomes completely insignificant, is condensed into 3 lines. This languid yet refreshing feeling is gentle, and the work naturally energises you.
‘Oi Ocha’ 🍵 tea-bags’ haiku, part 2 [Ref]. I introduced this piece from the general version of the haiku as it is a very sympathetic piece.
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"回送の バスに乗りたい 春の鬱"
これは、東京に住む23歳の女子が詠んだ俳句。混沌とした都市生活の限界の果てにたどり着く一瞬の楽園、すべてが無意味になる瞬間が3行に凝縮されている。この気だるさと爽快感が優しくて、自然と元気が湧いてくる作品だ。
‘おーいお茶’🍵のテーバッグの俳句、第2弾(参照)。とても共感できる作品なので、一般編の俳句からもご紹介してみた。
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fairydrowning · 1 year
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Knowing someone tea/coffee or other food orders is a love language.
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fantyan · 3 months
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I made my first wikipedia poem! The pages I used were: tea party, social group, and sensory cue
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shunrehihosumedha · 15 days
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Longing for the Mountains
By Sumedha Chatterjee
In the city of Delhi, so far from home, my heart yearns for the meadows where I used to roam.
The towering mountains, their peaks kissing the sky, the green valleys where I would sit and dream.
The air was so crisp, so pure and so clean, not a speck of dust, not a building to be seen.
But now I am trapped in this concrete maze, surrounded by chaos in a million ways.
The honking of horns, the smog in the air, oh how I long for my mountains so fair!
The simplicity of life, the peace it did bring, is something I crave, a balm for my soul it would sing.
Delhi may glitter, may dazzle and shine, but it's the mountains I love, they will always be mine.
So I close my eyes and I picture it all, the meadows, the valleys, the mountains so tall.
And I know in my heart, no matter where I roam, my soul will forever be there, in the mountains, my home.
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cerise-on-top · 5 months
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EEEE BACK AGAIN CUZ YOUR WRITING IS YUMMYYY
Valeria, Graves, König, and Soap (separately) who has a s/o who's into poetry?
like maybe they're a poet or a librarian or something.
bonus points for a silly little cozy aesthetic dressed s/o :33
MANY HUGSSSS
-☁️
(CLOUD ANON)
Hello again! Welcome back! I'm glad my silly writings are enjoyable to people! I wrote it so Reader is a librarian and writes poetry both, in most of these! I think I forgot for Soap! I hope these are good enough! Thank you very much for the request! ^^
Soap, Valeria, Graves, König with an S/O who likes Poetry
Soap: While he may have read some poetry throughout his life, but only because he was forced to at school, he doesn’t care for literature like that in the slightest. Sure, he can understand some metaphors and some messages a piece of writing might try to convey, but he won’t go out of his way to buy himself an anthology of William Blake. He doesn’t have the time to read, and he doesn’t really want to either, he’d much rather go outside and take a hike. However, once you come up to him with one of your poems in hand, he’s more than happy to sit down and read through it. The way the language flows, the way the words intertwine with each other and form something unmistakably beautiful, it has him in a chokehold after a while. He’ll always cheer you on, quietly, while writing and read everything that you put on paper. While he might not be the best at giving criticism, he can use his words to reassure you that your writing is, indeed, the bomb. If you ever release your works then you can be certain he’ll be the first to buy a copy of the book, maybe even several because he loves and supports you that much. He loves the cozy aesthetic you have. Beige cardigans with either matching trousers or skirts. If you’re roughly the same size then let him borrow one of your cardigans, he wants to feel for himself how warm and cozy they are. It’s not usually his style, but trying them on won’t kill him. He actually also kind of likes it when you send him pictures of you drinking tea or coffee with a book on the table. It’s, as mentioned, very cozy, very comforting. You’re living your best life, you’re happy and thriving, and that’s all that matters to him.
Valeria: Unlike Soap, she has picked up books after school. The only poem she has read after school was the Divine Comedy by Alighieri since it sounded interesting to her at the time. She never finished it, though, having become far too busy with the military and, afterwards, the cartel. She doesn’t particularly miss reading either, though. Maybe sometimes, when she just wants to have a nice and quiet day, she might pick up a book she found just lying around, but that book could contain just about anything. While she might not always have the time to read your poetry, it will likely be sitting on her desk for a few days before she can read it, she will visit you at your library. It’s calm there, it’s quiet, and likely not a place anyone would suspect someone of her caliber to be. While she might not particularly be there for the books, you could read her some poetry every once in a while. Doesn’t have to be at the library either, you could just check out a book and read to her at home. She can appreciate something like that, you spending time with her, reading your favorite poem in a soft, almost mellow, voice. She gets to see you happy, after all, and that’s what she’s usually striving for. Even if that library isn’t doing too well, she’ll always make sure that it’s up and running because you love your job as much as you do. She, too, likes your aesthetic. It’s fairly neutral, it doesn’t stand out too much. While it might be a bit boring to her occasionally, since you likely would look just as lovely in something a bit more flashy, she won’t tell you to dress you any differently. In fact, she might instigate you a bit and egg you on by buying you expensive coffee beans or expensive hand made tea. The most aesthetically pleasing tea pots and cups will be yours, in this case you won’t even need to ask her.
Graves: Graves has not picked up many books after school either. The occasional book on business and history, yes, but nothing that was written lyrically. It never interested him, he had to analyze poems at school and that was the start of his disdain for poetry. He never did well with writing down what a specific metaphor might mean, so he never got any good grades on that. At first, he won’t be very happy to see you’ve brought him a poem, even if it was written by you, but he won’t complain, he’ll read it and give you honest criticism. He’s better with constructive criticism than Soap because he can still see the poem’s flaws while being nice and uplifting about it so you can do better next time. It likely won’t ignite a spark for poetry in him, but he has a soft spot for you, so he’ll read anything you want him to see. On the off-chance he has time to visit you, he will. While he might not be as quiet as Valeria, he tries, but he just really wants to converse with you. He doesn’t get to see you often, so it wouldn’t be too unlikely for him to waltz up to your library in his gear either. He tries not to scare the people, but it doesn’t always work. Tries to convince you to go home early with him so you can pay attention to him instead of burying your nose in some books. It doesn’t work, but hey, an attempt has been made. He really digs that entire cozy aesthetic. You look warm, you look soft, you look like you want and need a good hug from him. He’s a very touchy person in general, but that goes up by 100% since he likes the feeling of your cardigan, it’s made of wonderful fabric. If you’re more of a coffee drinker, like he is, then you can drink some coffee at a lovely cafe together, he knows plenty of nice and calm places. Tea, too, but you’ll be alone in that endeavor since he’s a coffee drinker first and a human second. Send him some cute pics of you, though, he’ll appreciate them after a mission and tell you how good you look.
König: He sort of likes poetry, actually. While he hasn’t read enough to actually have a favorite, he likes the way it sounds when read, either out loud or in your head. While he, by no means, could ever write a poem himself, English or German, he does like to read some every once in a while. He has an anthology at home he never got around to finishing. It’s a calming hobby. However, he finds himself with a favorite poet once you show him your writing. He’s very supportive of you, asking you fairly often about your progress and how you’re doing, answering any and all questions you might have that might bring you some inspiration. Whenever he writes it’s somewhat dry, mostly because he’s used to writing reports these days and nothing else, so seeing your flowery, beautiful language makes him smile a bit. It makes him imagine the scenery very vividly, even if you don’t specify too much of your setting. He, too, will come visit you at work when he can, but he won’t make a ruckus. If he can talk to you, that’s fine, if he can help you sort some books, he’d love to, but if you just want to do your work in quiet, then he’ll grab himself a nice book and sit down quietly until you have time for him again. Might ask you some questions regarding some books, might ask you for some recommendations as well, but he respects your want for quiet. He also really likes your aesthetic, it’s such a contrast to what he’s used to. You don’t look like you’re fighting wars, you look as though you sit down at a park bench during late spring or early autumn to read some books, and he thinks that’s very nice. If you want to, then the two of you can sit together in silence while you’re reading some poetry and he’s reading the Schachnovelle. He’s more than happy to tell you about what he read or listen to you reading some of the poetry out loud as well. It’s nice, it’s calming. It’s so far away from what he normally does at his job, he could fall asleep to the comfort of it all. If you’re reading at home, he might put his head in your lap and just take a nap.
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thegrandteapot · 1 month
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oatbugs · 1 month
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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europasage · 19 days
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humans. humans and their feigned epiphanies at jokes they don't understand, their held-in breath when they look at the moon in any of its phases, the way they make little trinkets for each other's birthdays, or simply as a thank you for being alive. their wonder when they catch their first glimpse of the untouched snow in the early hours of the morning, or how they stop just to pet a cat when walking home. they paint and they cry and they dance. their poetry, their frustrated sighs, their laughter. all of it.
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letsbeapoemtogether · 4 months
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Some ordinary things that we should chase more in life -
1. Sunset Reflections: Take time to appreciate the colorful hues painting the sky, providing a peaceful moment of reflection and gratitude.
2. Meaningful Connections: Prioritize deep, meaningful relationships. Cultivate connections with family, friends, and loved ones.
3. Personal Growth: Pursue continuous self-improvement. Embrace challenges and learn new skills. Love yourself.
4. Kindness: Chase kindness by spreading positivity and compassion. Acts of kindness not only benefit others but also contribute to your own sense of fulfillment and purpose.
5. Friendship Gatherings: Prioritize moments spent with friends. Whether it's a cozy coffee catch-up or just a small tea date,
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