Skeleton I'm a skeleton Whose bones are white and lean I choked on a bowl of gelatin Last Halloween. This little incident Took my life away. Now I'm no longer hesitant There was just no reason to stay. They buried me deep beneath a stone For an eternal sleep. Now this old bag ..........
A Halloween Poem Hallowed be thy frightful night Of jack-o-lanterns burning bright Through darkened skies and foggy streets Where hungry mouths do beg for treats A night when witches mount their mops As werewolves howl and lick their chops And shadows lurking in the trees Pounce ..........
Twas the night of Halloween and all through the streets, children were smiling about all of the yummy treats. The pumpkins were carved and lit up with great care, in hopes to give each passerby a great scare. The grown ups were nestled all snug on the couch, waiting to fill each child's ..........
I put on my mask, and spooky clothes, Then walked away, where nobody knows. I walked to a house, that was quite scary looking, A witch opened the door, I smelt something cooking. She gave me some candy, and offered me more, If I'd trust in her, and walk through her door. I refused her ..........
There's a knock, knock, knock on the big front door. It's a very scary night. With the very first sound of the very first knock, Our little dog vanished from sight. She's barking from under our sofa now, This watch dog,that would be brave. And just looking,her whole body shaking, I ..........
BUMP! BUMP! What was that? SQUEAK.. SQUEAK' Did you hear that? We're not alone are we? Ghouls and goblins are all out tonight, to say hello, to say goodnight. They wish us well they wish we might, have a very, very scary night. They'll jump out and say BOO!, and cause a fright. You'll never ..........
A Big Black Cat A Witch's Hat Spiders crawling up your back A Vampires cape A Bats wings gliding through the air The pumpkins give a mysterious stare The moon shining brightly The witch on a broom flies across a clear dark moon Halloween fright stirs up the night And fills Trick or ..........
I love my father very much Even though he is not here When he writes to me he tells me he loves me and misses me very much I feel sad when my friends have a dad, that is there for them and is able to see them whenever he wants But I know my dad loves me, and that's all that counts. I ..........
Dad, I could think of a million words to say, On this special, bright Father's Day. A letter to you from your youngest daughter, And a million and one words expressing what's inside her. Through and through, I've thought things over, To write a super long, long letter. But once I ..........
Many argue over the meaning of Memorial Day Some say to honor veterans who died Some say to honor veterans who survived Some say to honor all dearly departed But all three themes Connect to war and/or death Rarely do people say to celebrate the Beginning of summer or to remember The ..........
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.
Holiday Memories
Do you have happy memories of the holiday and Christmas season or sad memories? Happy poems,
sad poems, Christmas poems,
poems about family and friends, whatever feelings the holidays arise in you, we invite you share your feelings with us through poetry.
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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.
