#teapot poems on Hello Poetry

Mica Light Poetry May 15

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

#remedies #erotica #hot #teapot #siponthis

Lost in my Head Sep 2020

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

We do be vibing, figured I’d throw a little twist on the well beloved song

#teapot #rhyme #toxic #love

Jenish Jan 2020

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?

#teapot #storm

Austin Morrison Feb 2017

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

#teapot

R K Hodge Nov 2015

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.

#paint #pain #emotion #feeling #porcelain #depth #adoration #stomach #teapot #adore

joyce knee May 2014

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.

#truth #blind #tea #teapot #mist #steam #teatime

Elise Reid Apr 2014

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.

#tea #teapot

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