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Tea Time

Tea Time

A Poem by Vria P Crow


"Aroma of blueberry tea..."
TEA WITH SOPHIA 1969

TEA WITH SOPHIA 1969

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY HAS TEA WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND HER PARENTS IN 1969
TEA DRINKING.

TEA DRINKING.

A Poem by Terry Collett


ON DRINKING TEA AND TASTE
Raspberry Tea

Raspberry Tea

A Story by J.B. Octo


Part of my "End of the World" series.
I Got Magic

I Got Magic

A Poem by Healing Star


There is Magic in the Air Tonight.
For Spring No Hesitation Is Great

For Spring No Hesitation Is Great

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Today is April 1st. Transit strike.Mayor Koch accepting the fact. Myself,far from crisis central, in NorthManhattan, measuring the temperatureof my ap..
Jet, cracked paint, tea

Jet, cracked paint, tea

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The clouds take a little blue from the skybeyond, how beautiful the weather makes lifeseem. The sky is where the soul goes whenthe mind runs out of de..
New Mind

New Mind

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The mind is the bodypaying attention to whatit is seeing and doing.Morning tea, unemployedwas one thing twenty years agoand another now, two babies.Ye..
The Art of Appreciating Snow

The Art of Appreciating Snow

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Nearing the end of a too busy weekit starts to snow. Dangerousbut soothing. Wherever you go,take care. Your memories are too weak,alone, to keep you a..
Yogurt and Honey

Yogurt and Honey

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Yogurt."I begin the day buying yogurt in a small favorite grocery store."Not pizza, nor gatorade.Bananasalthough they are imported from afar and grown..
TeaBub

TeaBub

A Poem by KacieLynn


Tea and bubbles: they may cure all your troubles. If the world would listen to the silence, Maybe we wouldn't experience such violence. We hear al..
Tea Party.

Tea Party.

A Poem by Beth Shade


What's expected, what she doesn't want to be.
ON MILKA.

ON MILKA.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND'S MOTHER IN 1964.
Tea

Tea

A Story by Richard


Drink more tea
Tea

Tea

A Poem by fattycbreezy52


A friend and her statements inspired me behind writing this
The Wind Blows

The Wind Blows

A Poem by K. Barrios


If you have not read Their Eyes Were Watching God then this poem will not make sense at all. This poem describes Janie's journey through her loss of T..