My ThanksgivingPoem By:: Takia Hamilton November 30,2005 Thanksgiving is only three days away I'm going out of town on this very special day. I will visit the other side of family and eat. Dressing and really good turkey meat. I will have a good time and Eat, Eat, ..........
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY 'OH NO!' TO SNOW As a child I'd shout with glee as the whiteness shrouded trees, but the shoveling was my father's lot, not mine. Down the hills I'd sled with joy, Yes, the snow was just my toy, and if school was closed then that'd suit me fine. I could never ..........
'Twas the Night Before Christmas' Mom Style! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the abode, Only one creature was stirring, she was cleaning the commode. The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds, While visions of X-box 360 and IPODS flipped through their ..........
Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the flat not a creature was stirring except for the cats They ran and they played and they jumped 'round with glee They played with the ornaments 'til they came off the tree All bright and shiny the ornaments were, now all the ornaments were ..........
Hello boys and girls, Santa Claus here, Writing a letter to you on the best time of year. My elves are real busy making lots of cool toys, which I will only deliver to good girls and boys. If you want me to bring these great gifts to you, there are a few simple things I need you to ..........
In this room where shadows live and ghosts that failed learn time forgives. A memory in which to live has come alive again to give. For the ghosts of Christmas eve have learned that time can release the fears of what's believed. For somewhere in this night of nights there is a candle burning ..........
'Twas the night after Christmas I remember it well, Presents all over, My house looked like Hell! The stockings once hung by the chimney with care, Were now all empty And thrown here and there! The children were wrestled And tucked in their beds, Each one high on sugar, Too much ..........
twas the night before christmas and all through the hood no one was set tripping so it was all good the stockings were hung on the wall with some nails dads back on heroin cause mom hit the trails the kids were asleep all warm in their beds with visions of murder invading their heads the ..........
Why is it that every year When Santa fills his sleigh With lots of toys for girls and boys He always forgets one thing? Batteries. Dolls that walk bears that talk I even got a cuckoo clock These things are no good to me ..........
One frightful night Oh, so many years before, Came the likes of the dead wrapping up on my door. They banged and shrilled calling for Trick or Treats. Then bantering further about smelling their feet! I hid under covers hoping never to be found. When all of sudden I heard ..........
Use Poetry to share your feelings about the Holidays!
Holiday poems
are filled with treasured memories with
family and
friends.
Funny poetry can be found in
them too, and love stories unfold through holidays where lovers,
family, and friends gather together for the common cause of
enjoying a cultural or religious event.
Love poems often talk about
holidays spent between lovers and holiday poems offer a laugh or
a soft memory of our closest that we love. But the best way to
look at life is with this holiday quote. “Celebrate the
happiness that friends are always giving, make everyday a
holiday and celebrate just living!”
Holidays are to be cherished with family
and friends. Holiday poems are ways to share with those
we care for can appreciate what we have in them as
family and friends during the holidays.
Family poems often are
holiday based themed and
friendship poems can embark on past stories on
holidays spent with each other. The holidays bring
lovers together. Holidays are a time of joy and
togetherness and can be expressed through holiday poems.
Holidays can often be a stressful time as
well. There are holiday poems that vent one’s
frustrations about family and friends or unfortunately
lack there of and many are only greeted by loneliness
during the holidays and memories of lost love ones and
depression seeks in. Holiday poems spread across a
broad range of means and themes and make for a unique
form of poetry.
Holidays - Family and Friends
Everybody has some type of feelings when it comes to the holiday season and feelings are the fuel that leads to good poetry. Holidays mean time spent with family and friends; the most important people in your life. Alternatively, they could be a time when you begin to reflect on why you don't have the family or friends you wish for, to share the holidays with.
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His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
