A year went by 2023 was a mixed blight of harsh and happy reality in the dim light of a gloomy bright loss of hope.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Reflecting on rewarding resolutions for the New Year. Essentially doable goals for me to grow. Sugar no more in my morning joe was for 2023, finally did disappear.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Christmas Evening: Come we are at last to the end of Christmas Day Food mostly eaten, family & friends gone away Gifts stacked in corners of each and every room
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
In winter's embrace, 'neath the mistletoe's spell, I stumbled upon a love story to tell. With twinkling lights and a whispering breeze,
By Tehillah Alozie2 years ago in Poets
Santa has completed his work for the year He wants you all to know that he will always be near And that he holds all you good children, dear
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
In Nazareth's embrace, two thousand years ago, A tale unfolds in whispers, of Mary and her beau. In a modest dwelling, a young girl named Mary,
By Sher2 years ago in Poets
home awaits us by the embrace of everwarm candlelight carols -------------------------- Thank you for reading! Wishing you a holiday season be filled with joy, warmth, and peace in the circle of those you love!
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
Twas the night before Christmas that's when I saw Santa. The human was stirring not even animal. I saw him putting presents under the tree.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Back from Midnight Mass, blessings reflected, O Holy Night sung. Dishes are washed, Presents all wrapped; The stockings are hung.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
