You made a list and Checked it twice Sure, you've got Flour, sugar, and spice But when did you last Check the expiry dates?
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
December heralds the end of yet another year but never fear December welcomes in Summer Well, at least, here Down Under!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 months ago in Poets
Hope will not fade, until the last flame flickers and dies Until the last star is gone, leaving only empty skies Hope will not die, as long as there is light
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Poets
Warm blankets Cozy nights Fire blazing Boiling water Hot chocolate On a cold winters night Its us against the cold The fire keeps us warm
By Thomas Terry2 months ago in Poets
Thirty-one days in December. Is there something that I should remember? Earlier sunsets after a day of rain need not make us want to complain.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
The Day Silence Learned My Name Subheading: A poem about loneliness that finally spoke back. By [Ali Rehman] Silence was never empty.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
Denise is joining an acrostic request by Susan Every day is Christmas in December an Caroling is a part of what makes it feel like that today
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
He does not come with banners— no brass, no cavalry of angels clattering down marble steps. He arrives like a rumor whispered
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
May you be mindful of why we celebrate mankind's special event Enjoy your family and friends, truly take-in each smile, laugh, hug
By Shirley Belk2 months ago in Poets
Introduction I found this in a Facebook article which explains the real legend, but I am just going to use it as a short Ghazal.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets
She held the promise of heaven in the curve of her trembling hands, a miracle wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid upon the straw-soft land.
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
