Holiday

Create your own Miracle and Happiness
We stand by mistletoe… Should we kiss or go? Should we hold on to tradition, that was created long before? Which keeps Christmas spirit alive and living today..
By AL. K.2 years ago in Poets
A Bookseller's Week Before Christmas
It’s the week of Christmas and they run through the store Searching for baubles and just-one-gift-more. They’re sure we are hiding
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Holiday Train
Hi Holiday Train, I’m here to give you fare. I’m in the mood for a journey and I’ve been told that you can take me anywhere.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Queen Of Winter Against A Grandparent's Journey
Winter lashes out in fury, Snowflakes fall in wild flurry, Below the pale lavender sky, Queen of Winter’s raging cry.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Tis’ the Season
Tis the season. Oh yes here’s the season. We had ten months to prepare for this End of the year season. • Make sure you wrap the gifts
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
My Senses Reel with Spice
I've never written a villanelle before. It might not be something that I rush to do again. However, the smells from my kitchen this afternoon after a Christmas baking marathon were an inspiration as was a perusal of the works of famous Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas and so here, immortalised in stringent poetic form is my sensory experience from preparing to fruition as I created traditional Christmas fayre for this festive period.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The Happiest Christmas
On the cold and silent streets, Christmas snow begins to fall, A queen named Shelly wanders with no destination at all.
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Poets
MERRY CHRISTMAS
M - Merry people singing Christmas carols E - Evergreen trees decorated with baubles and lights R - Reindeer pulling sleighs through the snow
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Father
Ghosts in my head Of a relationship we never had Raised by my dad But you I never set eyes on Long forgotten A dream
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Holiday Gladness
I love to hear the chime in my ear that tells me we have reached the most wonderful time of the year. The air gets cooler and the night comes quick. Snowfall arrives and makes the children have fun quick.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Soul
The profanity of creating duality in humanity A nonexistent existence Forcing torturous courses Mapped haphazardly Wrapping and trapping us in painful happenstance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Little Visitors
There’s a cardinal at the window, she’s tapping on the pane I wonder if it’s mama Come to chat with me, today There’s a chance it could be daddy
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets