An evergreen bough, a circle of cheer, A symbol of Christmas, the merriest time e’er * With baubles and tinsel, formed in a band,
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Marriage is a road, both smooth and rough, A journey begun with promises tough. Two souls, once separate, now intertwined,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
The scent that fills the air, wistful aromas that enflame one’s memories, The turkey basting takes one back to childhood, The smell bathing the rooms in which we breathe,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
For protection, Two coats of Pink paint on Bars might be sick. Guards one... Who passes, Beware at own risk.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Looks like I forgot my Father's birthday this month. It was a busy month and I had several friends with November birthdays. So today I wrote this in honor of him.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Santa's Flying Bike On a chilly Christmas Eve, not a sound in the sky, When suddenly, chaos made Santa let out a sigh.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I closed my eyes in the night so deep Knowing full well, too excited to sleep Sugarplum fairies dance to and fro Shining like tinsel wherever they go
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Queen of the Land Granny stood on the hill, hands on her hips, surveying her kingdom through narrowed slits. With her apron tied tight and a ladle in hand,
The night is cold with winter’s grey The storm obscures the sky The snow descends and settles on The world as I pass by
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
As the sun rises, the night's shadows fade and frost appears. A piercing and dazzling breath of calm surrounds the land with silver brightness.
By Owobo Steven Abiodunabout a year ago in Poets
Once stomachs are happily stuffed with turkey and casseroles, you can hear the fathers, uncles, and brothers snoring and fighting
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Naked in the town square What an oddity you were Pietro was red and livid to suffer such an disobedient son But Mama Pia still wanted to bake you cookies
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
