Sometimes I post when I'm happy Sometimes I post when I’m sad Sometimes I post the most positive things when I’m feeling bad
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Remember the winter wonderland magic? Barely- remember what it felt like? Everywhere you go smelling like gingerbread, cinnamon, hot cocoa, and pine or all of the above?
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Poets
I have celebrated Thanksgivings from the past, With those who brought me here, me being the last. Roasted herbed turkey, Garlic mashed potatoes,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Slather the turkey with butter smooth and creamy For a moist breast and a skin that’s crisp and gleamy Bread and biscuits love butter too
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
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
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
