Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#Christmas
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
Secret Santa
The Secret Santa shop came to school
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
#love
#grief
#mother
#Christmas
#daughter
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
Secret Santa
The Secret Santa shop came to school
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
#love
#grief
#mother
#Christmas
#daughter
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4 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
Secret Santa
The Secret Santa shop came to school
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
#love
#grief
#mother
#Christmas
#daughter
313 reads
4 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
26th Dec 2022 4:05pm
Secret Santa
The Secret Santa shop came to school
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
#love
#grief
#mother
#Christmas
#daughter
313 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
Cookies for Breakfast
Insomnia steals her focus
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
#mother
#Christmas
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
184 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
Cookies for Breakfast
Insomnia steals her focus
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
#mother
#Christmas
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
184 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
Cookies for Breakfast
Insomnia steals her focus
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
#mother
#Christmas
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
184 reads
12 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
23rd Dec 2022 9:00pm
Cookies for Breakfast
Insomnia steals her focus
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
the whole of December ~
three long weeks this time.
Tired, she makes her way
to our trailer’s tiny kitchen,
baking her almond spritz cookies
and carefully twisting leftover dough
into puffy candy cane shapes.
I steal my gift from her that year
and learn how to make the best of things.
#mother
#Christmas
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
184 reads
12 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
145 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
145 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
145 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Dec 2017 12:03pm
20th Dec 2017 12:03pm
Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
Pastel sunset shines through clouds
Pale blue sky etched with crimson
Sun sinks in fiery burst
Darkness lays across the land
Wind blows across corn fields
Train whistle blows a plaintive note
Stars sparkle on like Christmas tree lights
We lay in December chill
In dome tent
On air mattress cushion
Rain flap unneeded
Gossamer net mesh ceiling
Translucent to moonbeams
As we lie bundled beneath a wool blanket
Amongst waving tassels of corn ...
Pastel sunset shines through clouds
Pale blue sky etched with crimson
Sun sinks in fiery burst
Darkness lays across the land
Wind blows across corn fields
Train whistle blows a plaintive note
Stars sparkle on like Christmas tree lights
We lay in December chill
In dome tent
On air mattress cushion
Rain flap unneeded
Gossamer net mesh ceiling
Translucent to moonbeams
As we lie bundled beneath a wool blanket
Amongst waving tassels of corn ...
#Christmas
776 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems
