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 Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 9:59 pm
 Start: 10/11/2015 @ 2:00am EST End: 10/17/2015 @ 11:59pm EST This lovely lady colored by AT H e a r t likes creativity as much as her tea. She’d like to see what you can do putting together her two favorite subjects!
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:16 pm
Rules 1. No proxies 2. Theme must be tea based. 3. This is a poetry contest, all types of poetry allowed! 4. Will close regardless of whether I'm here or not. 5. I will go by timestamps. Anything after the 11:59pm cut off date will not be included. 6. After closing myself, and another person will judge the entries and pick a winner. 7. Feel free to ask questions via PM!
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:22 pm
Entry Form I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~Username:Entry:
[size=14][b][color=pink]I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~[/color][/b][/size]
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 9:00 am
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Epine de Rose
Entry:
The theme was tea or so it they said,
They wanted to see, what ideas,
(If Any) Brewed inside my head.
And so the mighty quest began,
Across the land, from Nicosia to Korea,
To find inspiration..but all I found was this flan!
Worse still, while wobbly perfection
It was coffee flavoured, I shed a tear...
For, sadly, it was a betrayer of the mother nation!
AH! But how could I have been so blind?
The answer to my question was right here,
Only those who were not sound of mind...
Would surely ignore the might of Earl Grey,
The Tetleys, the Liptons, and the Lyons...
For these truly held the English masses in sway!
Thus here lies the answer that they seek,
In this tea-themed madness they call a feat,
The only tea that matters is the un-meek.
Bow before the mastery of the British!
For they know the secrets of this treat,
And under their sway it shall never diminish!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 10:27 am
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: .Tortured. .Pumpkin.
Entry:
On rainy days while puddles grow
I like to drink my tea real slow
I'll watch the drops fall from the eaves
While slowly steeping are tea leaves
Though dark and dreary as the day
A cuppa takes the chill away
My cup is stained, its paint all chipped
I love these memories from which I sip
They bring me chills, they make me smile
These memories on which I while
On rainy days while street lights glow
I like to think of Grammy Jo
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 11:40 am
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Lady Aria Starstone
Entry:
It was warm and sweet,
the cup tiny and neat,
when first I tried my tea.
A brand new flavor,
an experience to savor,
that wonderful little tea.
Though I'd had all kinds before,
this new kind was one to adore,
my lovely dragon pearl tea.
Rare and precious in price,
I'd not let it be gone in a trice,
my joyful brand new tea!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 11:55 am
Voiding due to win elsewhere
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: dawns_aura
Entry: ((Haiku-ish))
Steam rises upward
Warming from the inside out
Bliss by the cupful
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 1:03 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Wasteland Wyvern
Entry:
On the stove the kettle screams,
Through the window the sunlight streams,
On the patio tea leaves wait,
The cups nearby are very ornate,
Picking through my beloved plants,
Swatting away the annoying ants!
I pick a leaf that's tender and sweet,
The water awaits steaming with heat,
Slender fingers drop the leaf,
The wait is brief,
The flavor is orange cut pekoe black,
But sweetness it lacks,
A bitter grimace on my face,
I brought sugar just in case!
A drop of cream added to the cup,
Among us the tea divided up,
The second sip shows perfection,
In the liquid I see my reflection,
My face inside shows a happy smile,
Would you join me for a while?
Please void! I won a Soq elsewhere. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 8:46 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: LunaRei_SilverBlood
Entry:
Light or dark, does not matter
Bags or diffuser, bitter or sweet
It's all a delicious treat.
Sugar or honey, milk or cream
Or nothing at all for simplicity.
A cup of tea creates a happy place for me.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:29 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username:Tiger_Kisa699
Entry:
Steam that rises and fills my nose,
With the most amazing smell,
Of the tea that i love so well.
Love to mix in some milk or cream,
Till my tea is as perfect as a dream.
Add a little mint or lemon
And i'm all set in my tea filled Heaven.
Have some in the morning,
Have some in the evening,
When ever you want it its always steaming.
Have some when your day is down,
Have some when your day was swell.
Doesn't matter what mood or season,
Enjoying tea is always for a good reason.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:19 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Gracie Loff
Entry:
On dreary days like these you see
My favorite drink to have is tea
I hold it in my hands you know
Until it's cool and I don't need to blow
I watch the raindrops fall below
Drinking my tea here nice and slow
I like these rainy days the best
When I can have my tea and rest
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:50 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Natelie
Entry: They asked me to write about tea,
but I don't know tea from coffee for the life of me,
How then can I take home a lovely mare,
when I really couldn't have a care,
for this drink that so many covet,
ugh tea.. they can just stuff it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 3:18 am
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: iStoleYurVamps
Entry: (Limerick)
For a european tea aficionado,
there is only one they'd call El Dorado,
A tea that is so fine,
they would call it divine.
Actually wait no, they're just an Italian with some limoncello.
/shades drop and she ollies out to the sun
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 8:27 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: LydaLynn
Entry:
I don't drink tea.
I don't drink tea
So can't you see
How difficult this party is for me.
Tea smells quite nice
All sugar and spice
But the taste isn't worth the price.
You see in my religion
Tea isn't a difficult decision
As Word of Wisdom was given it's Abstension.
And I make the choice
And in it rejoice
That follows the Still Small Voice
For sometimes we sacrifice
Something so small
To show we are grateful
To one who gave all.
Withdrawing, having won elsewhere. Thank you for the opportunity.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:27 pm
I like my poetry just like my tea! Simple and satisfying~
Username: Summer Raaven
Entry:
I hear the voices,
Down by the harbor,
Shouting angry words of war.
And I am frightened.
What does this mean for me?
As the harbor changes colors,
I'm reminded of the taste;
Tea for every season
And the flavors of my dreams
Britain is the enemy,
That much they make clear.
They've destroyed the tea in protest
And with it, Me.
Bohea, Congou, Hyson, Singlo.
All the delicious, calming flavors
When I sleep, I dream in greens and blacks,
Waiting, hungering, for the release.
It's the tea that makes me believe.
The darkness of Bohea is sweet, not bitter.
And I dream of a proper English family.
Sitting by the fireplace, the tea in hand.
And I wonder, is this me?
Black is the color of Congou, too,
As beautiful as the sky.
When I drink it, I dream of fortune;
A better life; a new beginning.
Hyson and Singlo, the color of leaves;
With a warmth in my belly, I feel at ease.
Brewed in the Spring, they bring a new light,
As the favorites of those who lead us to victory,
And I dream, I dream of a different Me.
"No taxation without representation," they say,
That's the cause of this disaster
Some silly argument over what's really fair,
But what did it have to do with the tea?
Suddenly she's there, a strange mare of pink,
She looks like the women that I dream,
Her wings drape over me, comforting my sorrow,
And then she begins to speak:
Those things I dreamed and felt, she said,
I connected to the leaves,
When really they came from within.
I was the master of my own dreams, she said,
I was the master of Me being me.
I didn't need the tea.
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