Holiday

Wrapped in Love. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge. Top Story - December 2024.
The snow falls gently tonight, soft as the melodies of Dolly and Johnny, their voices weaving through the room as they always did—
By Hannah Hessabout a year ago in Poets
just yesterday you were little. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge. Top Story - December 2024.
i lost faith in fairy tales and placed it in family and predictable rituals of silver-tongued finesse to sweet-secret that rum swizzle punch recipe outta uncle larry via encoded terminology within range of underage ears.
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Hot Cocoa
The snow is falling fluffy outside landing delicately on the windowsill. No one should disturb the blanket save a lone rabbit wandering home.
By Bugsy Wattsabout a year ago in Poets
Sestina of Small Wonders
Things so rarely go to plan. The string of colored light loses to a loose bulb, the roast burns black, gifts falter against the strength of my want. I think the last time
By Suze Kayabout a year ago in Poets
Winter's Bittersweet Charm
A stillness filling the air makes it difficult to drudge out into daily activities we regularly endure. But I think this stillness reminds us, to slow down, to just be. It bring rest and openness to the forefront of our mind, and though it causes chaos in our mundane routines, I'd argue that it wakes us up. Shakes us down to the core. Of course there is no way to be sure. There is only that which resonates and that which we choose to believe.
By Sady Bayne about a year ago in Poets
Ways We Serve At Christmas Time
Serve some meals at a soup kitchen; Sing carols at a nursing home, Adopt someone who is struggling; Pay someone's utility bill.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Holiday Hues
The scent of pine, a whisper low, Of stories told in firelight's glow. A crackling hearth, a cozy chair, The weight of comfort hanging in the air. Outside, the world in slumber lies, Beneath a blanket of soft, starlit skies. Snowflakes dance, a silent grace, As winter weaves its magic lace.
By - Ashleyabout a year ago in Poets
Through her eyes. Top Story - December 2024.
Is the moon friend to the stars or is she forced to save face tethered together for centuries to the night sky tolerating each other's company
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
December Nights
There is something a little brighter about December nights. Maybe it's the way the moon reflects of the sparkling blanket of snow?
By Sady Bayne about a year ago in Poets
Around the Fireplace
Family, all settled around the fire where Grandma used to darn the stockings while Grandpa played his guitar. Ignited with a match, the fire burns, casting a gentle glow on the faces of all who gather there
By Killianabout a year ago in Poets
Thread Spool Ornaments. Top Story - December 2024.
author photo Past its prime, she tossed the old fake tree in the dumpster. It was dark already at three o'clock in the afternoon; night arrives early in the Arctic.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Christmas, 1983, London. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge. Top Story - December 2024.
The doors are paper, the image small, “Be patient, or he won’t come at all,” A robin, pert and brightly bold, “Bide your time, let the joy unfold.”
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets