Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#Christmas
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 1:24am
23rd Dec 2023 1:24am
he looks for something to give her amidst the crowd
christmas isn’t a great time
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
#city
#Christmas
147 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 1:24am
23rd Dec 2023 1:24am
he looks for something to give her amidst the crowd
christmas isn’t a great time
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
#city
#Christmas
147 reads
6 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
Feeding the Birds on Christmas Day
Behold the feast on Christmas day.
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
#birds
#nature
#Christmas
209 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
Feeding the Birds on Christmas Day
Behold the feast on Christmas day.
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
#birds
#nature
#Christmas
209 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
26th Dec 2023 11:38pm
Feeding the Birds on Christmas Day
Behold the feast on Christmas day.
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
An eclectic mix of feathered friends flock from their mysteriously unknown far aways.
Or those close by, drop in with their beaty hopeful watchful eyes.
An enigmatic warble as winter's hungry pang amplifies.
A fully stocked feeder and seed generously scattered in the patch of dank mulch beneath the tree.
The dark eyed junco arrives in threes, to merrily peck the decadent seed.
Coined as snowbirds. Tweets of contentment and excitement, thankful for the human that dispersed the Christmas festivities.
I peacefully smiled a...
#birds
#nature
#Christmas
209 reads
9 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
The Blues
More than a few people suffer the blues during the holidays
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
#depression
#suicide
#Christmas #holiday
#Christmas #holiday
509 reads
4 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
The Blues
More than a few people suffer the blues during the holidays
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
#depression
#suicide
#Christmas #holiday
#Christmas #holiday
509 reads
4 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
The Blues
More than a few people suffer the blues during the holidays
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
#depression
#suicide
#Christmas #holiday
#Christmas #holiday
509 reads
4 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
24th Dec 2019 10:00pm
The Blues
More than a few people suffer the blues during the holidays
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
While we enjoy our families, somebody's not feeling as gay
They're unhappy and trying to find a way out of their funk
Doing anything to numb their pain such as getting high or drunk
They've sunk to lows, where they've been before, but know not how to get out
Feeling punch drunk from life's lumps dumped during heavyweight bouts
Mind full of doubts about the route in which they're traveling
Some contemplating pursuing dead ends to relieve their suffering
#depression
#suicide
#Christmas #holiday
#Christmas #holiday
509 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 5:44pm
24th Dec 2023 5:44pm
Holy
Visual Christmas
#Christmas
389 reads
16 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 5:43pm
26th Nov 2021 5:43pm
Hot Wassail On the Fire
(to the tune of "The House of the Rising Sun")
At Christmas time I'll buy some wine
To mull with fruit and spice—
With some cinnamon and cardamom
And grains-of-paradise
Some nutmeg seed, that's ground
To sprinkle in my cup
We'll drink it down 'till joy be found
Spirit warm us up!
Now, would you agree brown sugar's key
For holiday's delight?
Now, Eggnog is fine; but, give me wine
To toast His Holy Night
Some fresh Pineapple Juice
To make it sweeter still!
And Brandy, too; but, Rye will...
At Christmas time I'll buy some wine
To mull with fruit and spice—
With some cinnamon and cardamom
And grains-of-paradise
Some nutmeg seed, that's ground
To sprinkle in my cup
We'll drink it down 'till joy be found
Spirit warm us up!
Now, would you agree brown sugar's key
For holiday's delight?
Now, Eggnog is fine; but, give me wine
To toast His Holy Night
Some fresh Pineapple Juice
To make it sweeter still!
And Brandy, too; but, Rye will...
#Christmas
#music
#alcohol
#lyrics
#rhyming
394 reads
1 Comment
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 5:43pm
26th Nov 2021 5:43pm
Hot Wassail On the Fire
(to the tune of "The House of the Rising Sun")
At Christmas time I'll buy some wine
To mull with fruit and spice—
With some cinnamon and cardamom
And grains-of-paradise
Some nutmeg seed, that's ground
To sprinkle in my cup
We'll drink it down 'till joy be found
Spirit warm us up!
Now, would you agree brown sugar's key
For holiday's delight?
Now, Eggnog is fine; but, give me wine
To toast His Holy Night
Some fresh Pineapple Juice
To make it sweeter still!
And Brandy, too; but, Rye will...
At Christmas time I'll buy some wine
To mull with fruit and spice—
With some cinnamon and cardamom
And grains-of-paradise
Some nutmeg seed, that's ground
To sprinkle in my cup
We'll drink it down 'till joy be found
Spirit warm us up!
Now, would you agree brown sugar's key
For holiday's delight?
Now, Eggnog is fine; but, give me wine
To toast His Holy Night
Some fresh Pineapple Juice
To make it sweeter still!
And Brandy, too; but, Rye will...
#Christmas
#music
#alcohol
#lyrics
#rhyming
394 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems
