Holiday

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Before the first light, the house comes alive, A quiet hum where memories thrive. Shadows stretch as voices rise, Carrying echoes of years gone by.
By piperabout a year ago in Poets
Billy’s Christmas Worry
I closed my eyes in the night so deep Knowing full well, too excited to sleep Sugarplum fairies dance to and fro Shining like tinsel wherever they go
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Memory Song
In Just- Winter when the world was ice- Cream of corn with a little Dark Chocolate Powder Songs of carols and kettles
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
Winter Night
The night is cold with winter’s grey The storm obscures the sky The snow descends and settles on The world as I pass by
By Judah LoVatoabout a year ago in Poets
Dusk of ‘24
This year is reaching its dusk, and I am still breathing. And so I wrap tinsel and survival stories around the Christmas tree, placing baubles and poems of healing on each branch.
By Poppy about a year ago in Poets
Thanksgiving morning
i never cared for holidays much in fact i found them depressing but now how i crave the simple delight of too much turkey and dressing
By Marti Maleyabout a year ago in Poets
Holiday Clerihews
Here is my first shot at composing Clerihews which was a English poetic form that was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Greccio
Naked in the town square What an oddity you were Pietro was red and livid to suffer such an disobedient son But Mama Pia still wanted to bake you cookies
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Winter's First Kiss. AI-Generated.
Here's a 150-word poem exploring the first frost with fresh imagery: Winter's First Breath In the hush before dawn, silence trembles— Suspended between slumber and awakening, The landscape inhales winter's first secret. Crystalline needles stitch silver seams Across reluctant grass, weaving memories Of forgotten moonlight into earth's fabric.
By nuel williamsabout a year ago in Poets
Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow
December nears, the First Frosy warns winter is not far (Homeless families shiver, huddled in tent or car) Sip hot drinks and feast in front of a fire
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Thanksgiving 2024
Sunny and cold on this day past Thanksgiving, and I’ve been pondering the meaning of It All. * My life has changed drastically these last three years,
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
The Key
As time comes and goes People change and grow We all move on and grow up Sometime those the closest to us feel the farthest away
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets