Christmas day was behind us. The year would soon end. And I hadn't an inkling My world would upend ~ On that December evening
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Prepping the Dinner Table I like broccoli and I like green beans, but I don't like spinach or collard greens. Pass me some creamed corn or marshmallowed yams,
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
rusty orange knitted socks snugly fit on fuzzy toes his mama liked to call him flops his papa called him jo * jo jo like to hop around
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas is the sheerest of joy wrapped up in a smile From the first hug of a friend or kiss from a grandma The first taste of a sugar cookie made from scratch
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Poets
Maple frame, pretty little girl with a kerchief, holding a basket in a field of green. A perfect Christmas present The last one from a chilly New York Christmas
Blackpool Lights Under the night sky, we wander so near, Blackpool's lights twinkle, a sight oh so dear. The waves softly crash, the moon shines up high,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Forbidden seed I am the fruit of a forbidden seed, A shadow born from a silenced need. I should never have come to be, A truth whispered in secrecy.
The morning comes with whispered breath, A chill that stirs the earth from rest, And in the hush of dawn’s embrace, A silver sheen paints nature’s face.
By Christopher Gomesabout a year ago in Poets
Mother do you hear me Mother why won't you listen to me I'm making this for you But it feels like you don't want me to
By martin Thomsenabout a year ago in Poets
"Conquer my life," Was an explosive firework, That burst close by my ears, And the glistening could be observed, By my awakened eyes
By Esala Gunathilakeabout a year ago in Poets
A Journey Together Marriage a bond, a sacred tie, A journey shared ‘neath earth and sky. Two hearts that beat, two souls as one,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack frost nipping at your nose. from The Christmas Song Jack Frost came to call in secret last night,
By Holly Pheniabout a year ago in Poets
