A sip - a sip or two Cinnamon sticks and cloves in few floating stars and citrus moons honey sweet in tablespoons - A deep plum shade warmed orange-flame
By kazmyn 2 years ago in Poets
From home to home, my wishes fly, From heart to heart, they reach the sky. On this Thanksgiving, I send to you, Warm greetings and blessings, pure and true.
By Avila Osinta 2 years ago in Poets
A thin veneer is all we see When we’re here A thin slab of marble here A dash of paint there All to hide the stench Of the rotting corpse
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
We gather today, to give thanks and praise to all as one family.
By R. N. M. Haubrock2 years ago in Poets
he did the, “mess around,” Oh boy did he get that right Teeter-tottering just at the brink Can this last dance tear Through the mind-numbing holiday Air that left me In a black hole?
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Grateful People ask me the same question, About Thanksgiving and my reflections. Of times past, and present, and those yet to come,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
A day for gratitude. A day of family. * A day to be thankful. Thanksgiving.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I see her face everywhere I feel her heart beating in mine Feelings only growing stronger Never fleeting Empty streets of my soul
When families gather together Lovely intentions abound, But between all the hugs and the platters Minefields and daggers are found.
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Poets
On Thanksgiving Eve, beneath the twilight sky, Love blossoms like autumn leaves, a gentle sigh. The kitchen hums with warmth, a savory dance,
By Serena Smikle2 years ago in Poets
If only I had known that this would have been our last Thanksgiving dinner. I would have spent more time sitting beside you at the dining room table instead of running back and forth to the kitchen to prepare the turkey, heat the garlicky mashed potatoes, and mouth-watering gravy.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Invaders starved, many had died, Natives gifted them aid. Pilgrims after, with greed conspired, Their gracious help betrayed.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
