In a cupboard tucked away
defeated and done.
Stood a little teacup
it was far away from home.
The cupboard had a note which said:
No emotions here!
But inside stood the teacup
who was paralysed with fear.
Then came the day it ventured out,
completely on its own
hopeful of finding love and light
in another zone.
The cupboard world was messy
and no one cleaned it up.
Save when little teacup did,
but it was not her job.
Empty now the teacup was
worried she had spilled
without a single precious drop
it longed now to be filled
Meanwhile not too far away
a teapot had a lonely day,
with gusts of rain and clouds of grey:
on the lookout too it was
to find not just a friend,
but someone who would share a life
that wouldn't have to end.
The teapot full of water,
afraid to try again.
Yet overflowing as he was
he leaveth soon his den.
That day as fate would have it,
the two united up
never more to be alone.
The teapot and teacup.
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Author:
Anais (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Moved to Denmark where its cold and grey, but amidst these cold wintery days and nothingness, a special someone wrote to me.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
a teacup and a teapot should never be apart ! lol .. great piece of writing , truly enjoyed
Awwwww - precious........
Great metaphor. I see a lot more behind this poem than is visible to the eye! Well written!
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