Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#Christmas
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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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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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
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Yoolis
My annual
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Thomas Hardy
I know, despite the comfort of
the hallowed tale,
there were no angels then
who came aloft
upon that ancient Christmas eve
to regions rounding Bethlehem,
and from on high
proclaimed "fear not",
to humbled men,
and spoke of swaddled wonderment
new...
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,
"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Thomas Hardy
I know, despite the comfort of
the hallowed tale,
there were no angels then
who came aloft
upon that ancient Christmas eve
to regions rounding Bethlehem,
and from on high
proclaimed "fear not",
to humbled men,
and spoke of swaddled wonderment
new...
#Christmas
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Take a Moment
Those that suffer have the kindest hearts.Its our job as 'word people' to ease their suffering just a little.
Today, wherever you are and whatever you're doing just stop and look out the window and think.....
There are others far worse of and they deserve to be thought of on Christmas Day.......
Just for a moment.
Today, wherever you are and whatever you're doing just stop and look out the window and think.....
There are others far worse of and they deserve to be thought of on Christmas Day.......
Just for a moment.
#Christmas
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Festive Solitude
The holidays were quiet
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
#Christmas
#holiday
#loneliness
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Festive Solitude
The holidays were quiet
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
#Christmas
#holiday
#loneliness
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3 Comments
Festive Solitude
The holidays were quiet
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
how it all changed
through the years
empty seats at the dinner table
less laughter
So much emphasis
on one day
And this year
as schedules
and timing dictated
I spent it alone
and survived
But I would be lying
if I said I didn't miss the company
Or those smells of the feast
I never thought as I got older
that connection would be farther away
but it is
and I hope that when it finally happens
it will be about...
#Christmas
#holiday
#loneliness
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3 Comments
Christmas Fetish - Part 3 of 3

#sex
#erotic
#BDSM #Christmas
#BDSM #Christmas
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Christmas Fetish - Part 3 of 3

#sex
#erotic
#BDSM #Christmas
#BDSM #Christmas
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Christmas Fetish - Part 3 of 3

#sex
#erotic
#BDSM #Christmas
#BDSM #Christmas
493 reads
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Christmas Fetish - Part 3 of 3

#sex
#erotic
#BDSM #Christmas
#BDSM #Christmas
493 reads
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DU Poetry : Christmas Published by Members Recently Online Poems