Holiday

1 and 2 and 3 and 4
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 ---- ---- ---- ---- Please show me wisdom and make me pure So you bring me one portion to relish and adore
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Reality
My beliefs tell me I have free will But reality tells me there’s a path Before and behind As I watch it unfold It winds its way through the universe
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Life
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Christmas Poem
The crackling of the fire, the stockings hung with care. For hopes of good intentions and cheer. Families all together laughing, and happy with care.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
"Santa Claus" is Coming to--. Content Warning.
Oh, it was such a silent night. Except of course when "Santa" started to suck on blood covered Christmas lights. * Teeth rotted.
By K. Kocheryan2 years ago in Poets
Christmas Trees and Why I Love Them
The most wonderful thing Of Christmas trees Is that they take on many forms. One’s Christmas tree Could simply be A small plant
By M. Rigby Barington2 years ago in Poets
Oops.. Merry Christmas!
This Quatern poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of eight syllables. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics. Writer's Digest, Robert Lee Brewer
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
I Can Identify As A Christmas Tree
From the roots to the star. I gaze at afar. As a Christmas tree, is a focal point to see. From every little decoration hung,
By Cathy Deslippe2 years ago in Poets
Bountiful Fare
Feast Your eyes On the scent, Your ears smell sage In the gravy dish, It’s time to confuse your mind With provocative odors,
By Kathy J Anderson2 years ago in Poets
A Season of Hope
In the winter's hush, when the snowflakes fall, A season of love and joy, Christmas calls. A time for family, togetherness, and cheer,
By Wayne Ince2 years ago in Poets
Holidays
Delightful Love Keep in mind Rejoice.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Santa’s Lap. Top Story - December 2023.
Deck the halls with joy and laughter Santa arbitrates a serious matter. Yuletide cheer comes every year. On St Nicks lap, all wishes he hears.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets