Holiday

2024
No drinking for me and the hubby today or tonight. Before recovery and then since I have been in recovery, I have heard many people say, we are staying in tonight as it is amateur night. This means that people will be out who don’t know how to hold their drinks and there will be accidents and it will be drunk and ugly, a fright.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
A new year of 'Whobilation'
With much 'Whobilation' And Grinchy hate, hate, hate Turned to love, love, love We bid adieu to 2023 And welcome 2024 with fireworks, creativity and more whobilation
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Father Time
Father Time strokes his beard, and watches the sand in his hourglass fall. Each little grain a moment in time, memories of seconds that belonged to us all.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Nostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What to Say
New Year’s Day, oh my, what’s to say? same thing each year, happy, happy, oh dear, oh dear!! something different, we might,
By Moe Radosevich2 years ago in Poets
Crazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Liminality
Name a New Year's Day that was anything more than prosaic, I ask myself, untethered ~ bloated and waiting to bleed, like a nasty papercut wrapped in a
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
2024
Our dearest twenty twenty four - We've had enough of either/or, Of all the blah and bleak and bland, So please just focus on the and.
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Surviving New Year
Let midnight come and go With no wounds Let the stories stay Silenced for 24 hours And let me instead see The incandescent horizon
By Elsa Michaela | @surfthought2 years ago in Poets