You never get away from that thing in your hometown that it has over you. You don't outgrow where you come from. Brian Fallon
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Poets
Through frosted window panes, a wonderland aglow, With twinkling lights on a gently falling snow. Familiar Christmas carols softly chime,
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Tucked in a plaid box, high on a shelf The Collection of Ribbons, a December time to myself. First light the fire -then lift the cover once a year
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
The Princes in the Tower Two princes, so young, with crowns to be worn, Destined for power, yet lost and forlorn. In the Tower, they waited, with hopes set so high,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
With These Hands, I Built My House With these hands, I built my house, Stone by stone, with sweat and grace, Through days of toil, through nights of doubt,
The Grumpy Old Woman Who left the door open? Were you born in a barn? Don’t you dare set foot on my freshly mopped floor!
The Grumpy Old Man There’s a man on the corner, all furrowed and grim, With a frown so intense it could darken the dim. He mutters and grumbles, a storm in his chair,
In the hush of winter’s gentle breath, Time slows to cradle snowflakes—soft, profound, Like fragile wishes, they drift and caress
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
December drapes the earth in frosty veils, Each breath a whisper, a softly spun tale. The snow dances lightly, in pirouettes divine,
I had a dream about the both of you last night I always dream of you as still being little girls, needing the care and comfort of their mother. Still needing to be cradled in my arms.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Carrot top little lad, eyes like blue and green marbles rosy cheeks, cutting teeth binky bopper, the show-stopper cooing excitement
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
In the hush of a December glow, A child stands still, where soft breezes blow, Awaiting the flurry, a tender embrace,
