Here is my first ever poem, I wrote it as a topic proposal for my class but choose different topic. This poem is a 3rd person point of view and I'm using the black tea perspective. I know I'm only a beginner and I'm looking forward to improving as the semester goes on.
She raises up in the morning like a saint, she heads to the
kitchen, starts the stove, fills the kettle with warm water. She opens to the
cabinet full of tea assortment bins, but I’m the only thing she grabs every morning along with her favorite aromatic spices mix. She relishes every sip of me she takes. For I’m the only cherished caffeinated
beverage in this home. Her favorite breakfast is a cup of aromatic black tea, two
loaf breads gently spread with creamy peanut butter, and sliced apples. Whenever
guests come to this home, I’m the beverage that is served along with delightful
refreshments followed by enchanting conversations. And on those joyful tea
party special occasions, I’m the only beverage on the table surrounded
by kids, adults and bunch of princess dolls taking their sips slowly and
enjoyably. It doesn’t matter whether I’m black or served with milk, what makes
me special to her is she boils me in a kettle on the stove-top with her favorite
aromatic spices. Quartet of cardamom pods, a pinch of whole cloves and a
stick of cinnamon, without them I’m bland. She listens pleasantly as the
kettle whistles its melodious lyrics into her ears. She stands at the kitchen
counter and watches admiringly as the steam of mists evaporate through the
spout, disperse itself into the atmosphere and vanish. Her best moment is filling
me in a large mug with a spoonful of sugar and milk, stirring me gently with a spoon,
and sitting down on her comfortable spot, tired from daily duties to do her studies. I fight sleep for hours until sleep wins the battle. I’m the aromatic and
spiced black tea but she calls me Shaah in her native language. And I shall serve
her forever, for she is my lover.
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