December Poems | Examples of December Poetry

Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded Saffa gaffers did thrill Willow wielding wizards of Oz Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas Festooned spill just like Seville . Must remember..the ember burning Yearning of Temba Bavuma Kept his sense of humour Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy Many a nasty rumour I implore you to ignore the tumour That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim Pompous pig or obnoxious prig Having a...

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Deceit is a silent killer Yet so many wear it well They master the art of pretending And call the mask a shield. Like her She crowned me with tender lies Draped in robes of sweet illusion And I, the fool, saw no disguise. I was blind To the poison in her touch Too drunk on the way she smiled Too far gone to feel the...

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sky glows cloudy bright edges of clouds melt away elegant exit teach those clouds lesson Helios god of the sun everlasting warmth shine your brilliance upon us that we might see night has stayed too long playing hard to get overcast like wet cotton put my prayer to shame or get better gods Uranus might help me out turn this day around ...

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December I’m ready for cooler weather. Can’t wait to see the snowfall in December. With pretty lights flashing from the Christmas tree. Looking at the presents you could only wonder what it could be. We all should drink some warm apple cider. Sitting on the ledge next to the fire. I remember driving at night...

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(Verse 1) I remember the chill in the air, When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care. Your words cut deep, left me bare, But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine. You walked away, said you needed space, That freedom would bring you back to grace. But in your eyes, I saw a trace Of something we couldn’t leave behind. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I’d...

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Like some dark frail bird she quivered and fluttered there at my door one dark cold Advent night, swearing to return come the new year with a photo of Brandenburg Gate. Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes, then nothing between us but electrified space – her light tread descending the steps – my heart drawn downward by the diminishing sound. Sometimes still my heart is snared between winter a swirling hem and Brandenburg...

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To my complacent Ms. Crane I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to...

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December 10th, 1830 Born Dec. 10th, 1830. Beautiful poetry. E.E.D. Lived in solitary. Known for so many poems. From Amherst, Massachusetts. Her life is isolated. Had one brother and one sister. Greatest poet ever lived. Emily Dickenson. Passed away on May 15th, 1886. (age 55) One faded picture. Over 1,000 poems. Vigorous writer in the...

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"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures. Many pictures of cute animals, some of majestic land or sea views. Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy. We circle the dates we need to remember, never wanting to forget our appointments or events. I like to...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore ! stars...

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We are walking on the fine lines That connects to the other side Its exterior is very thin and you need A giant telescope to document all...

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We are walking on the fine lines That connects to the other side Its exterior is very thin and you need A giant telescope to document all...

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Just because someone isn’t wearing a bandage or shows no outward sign of illness doesn’t mean that they are not. Quote by poet. Sam lived two doors down and kept to himself, some thought him strange, I found out he'd been in the marines and was suffering from PTSD, he always acknowledged me with a nod and a...

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IT WAS DECEMBER 23RD 2003 LIVING IN FORT MYERS FLORIDA MY POEM WAS AWARDED PRESTIGIOUS EDITORS CHOICE AWARD BECAUSE IT DISPLAYS A UNIQUE PERSPECTIVE AND ORIGINAL CREATIVITY WHATS AMAZING IS THIS WAS 3 MONTHS AFTER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THIS POEM CONTINUED TO RECIEVE THIS AWARD AFTER RELOCATING NORTH DUE TO FOUR HURRICANES CHARLIE LISA...

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Archaic silence reasons with my soul Not the latest model, and not really a classic Just a girl who trembles with expectation When the sun regards my flowers with a smile, Sending her delicate shafts of hope Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings While the rain seeks to nurture the petals Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light Breaking through...

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