Poetry Competition Ends 31st December 2024 2:59pm
I know what you did last Christmas
After the Banquet
Christmas Day
Post-prandial droop
Listening to Ed Sheeran
For whatever reason
Bloated and satisfied
Below, family and friends
While I sit upstairs
Good to rest
Good to unspool
Good to be
Post-prandial droop
Listening to Ed Sheeran
For whatever reason
Bloated and satisfied
Below, family and friends
While I sit upstairs
Good to rest
Good to unspool
Good to be
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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Wanna know what I did last Christmas, huh, Grace? Well... last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day....
It was Boxing day! 😁
(This is obviously NOT a competition entry, just something light hearted from Billy)
It was Boxing day! 😁
(This is obviously NOT a competition entry, just something light hearted from Billy)
Billy_Snagg said:You know what I did last Christmas, huh, Grace? Well... last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day....
It was Boxing day! 😁
(This is obviously NOT a competition entry, just something light hearted from Billy)
oh dear I thought it was chocolate filled red heart candy so I gave it away. I am borderline diabetic...so
hey no chatting in comp thread...capisce...
It was Boxing day! 😁
(This is obviously NOT a competition entry, just something light hearted from Billy)
oh dear I thought it was chocolate filled red heart candy so I gave it away. I am borderline diabetic...so hey no chatting in comp thread...capisce...
"Snow prints"
Prints where frosty winds blow
It hunts me here, beneath the glow
A fragile moon, a cruel gaze
Piercing through the winter’s haze
I whisper prayers God will not hear
Yet feel its breath draw ever near
The window shivers and quakes
A sound the ice itself forsakes
The glass distorts its shifting face
A swirling mass, devoid of grace
Hatred claws, its envy burns
A thing that creation has spurned
Its growl cuts deep, a hollow moan
A voice like marrow stripped from bone
Inhuman mimicry calling my name
What is this thing's endgame?
I clutch the light, a candle frail
Its shadow dances, thin and pale
Outside it waits, a beastly grin
The storm a shroud for what’s within
The snow may fall, the carols sing
But in the dark, it spreads its wings
A winter curse, a hungry blight
Forever feasting on this night
Prints where frosty winds blow
It hunts me here, beneath the glow
A fragile moon, a cruel gaze
Piercing through the winter’s haze
I whisper prayers God will not hear
Yet feel its breath draw ever near
The window shivers and quakes
A sound the ice itself forsakes
The glass distorts its shifting face
A swirling mass, devoid of grace
Hatred claws, its envy burns
A thing that creation has spurned
Its growl cuts deep, a hollow moan
A voice like marrow stripped from bone
Inhuman mimicry calling my name
What is this thing's endgame?
I clutch the light, a candle frail
Its shadow dances, thin and pale
Outside it waits, a beastly grin
The storm a shroud for what’s within
The snow may fall, the carols sing
But in the dark, it spreads its wings
A winter curse, a hungry blight
Forever feasting on this night
