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Details | Rhyme |

Winter to Spring

   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.

Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me.
As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction.

But why?

It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain.

It takes a sudden fall next to me. 

But why? 

It symbolizes the thought of being alone.

It tells me that someone is always by my side. 

As I write, 
The leaf flies away.

As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.

Nature communicates with us in many ways.

Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

The Fruitcake

He was nuttier than a fruitcake, 
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least, I thought he was.

After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new, just a fish or two.
A crackpot, a crank, a nutcase, they said.
But him and his beautiful wife, they wed.

They were married, on April fools day.
The first of April, and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder, and the lightning.
Man, it was frightening.
The thunder, and the lightning.

But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in, and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.

Nothing like the cake.Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake.

Fruitcake-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Clerihew |


the words that come out, sting like a bee. the thoughts in my head, they're all about me. i'm on top of the world, better than you. you're a piece of shit, i wiped off my shoe. twenty minutes fly by and what do i find? a whole lot of people speaking their mind. i could ruin a lifetime of friendships in just one night. endless horror and dread or simple delight? no way i knew i'd **** up this bad. look at all that went to shit, all i could have had.

Copyright © bridget bennett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


Come list my dear to Christmas, tis the sound
of childrens voices ringing soft and dear
it brings to mind that hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear

oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winters Christmas eve
and all I ever had, the gift of you
was all I ever needed to believe

that peace on earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways
for don't they seem the picture of their song?

   And as their sounds warm to the heart of me  
   I pray this is the way their world will be.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Christmas love

 I want you to love me for Christmas

Give me your heart
Your love and affection I long to grasp
This cold winter weather
Freezes my heart
You are the one,
The only one
Who has the warmth I need
I want you to love me for Christmas 
Give me your heart
It is honestly all I need
The only gift I would endure 
Strike of confidence fills me
But only around you
You have the beauty of snow,
White and sparkling 
I will give any and everything 
My life, and heart
Just so I can receive the greatest gift
That gift, will most definitely be you
Please take a chance on me
I have opened my heart 
And will keep it just the same
Until you will come to understand that,
I want you to love me for Christmas 

Copyright © Rylea Judas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Takeing it all

                                WHO IS TO BLAME

                Life never the same, hope almost gone, whose to save me
                Trying to reach no hand stretched, I gave up, simply I was weak in a hole  I call home
                Although I never stood up, I stood in and all hope lost
                Fading slowly, memories running in my heart although the mind wonders off

                Trying to cover my shame I never knew what I was doing
                All was lost to the memory it might come back, it wont I learnt and so I did
               Well God never gave up on me is the hope I never revealed
                For long was the hope gone, abundance in grace shall I receive?

                 For what was not told was revealed and to what was told faded
                 Life was a lesson that all hoped to learn and just couldn’t deal with reality
                 Chances come and all are blind to see that all is there to it is faith
                 Three things in life when gone never come back and that Is the secret

                 Time, words, opportunity, all is the secret to what can make one or brake one
                 I was never told the secret to living life but all I found was dry, wounded hearts
                  Life spend with regrets is life lived not recognized by the mistakes made
                 Time wasted might not be regained but all I do is time what I do

                 Same as last they never did learn the weapon of life that could make them
                Hope was not lost but forgotten and unleashed to when great trials came 
                Do time in plea with God and all shall be discovered to make trials forgotten.       KAREN.F               

Copyright © karen mathe fumani | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Jesus our only hope

Where is the shelter for thy drowning heart
Refuge from the stromy winds
That strive to havoc thy life and depart

Where is rest from the unceasing pain
When all thy strength has ceased 
And all thine efforts ends up in vain

When darkness surrounds thee
And there is no way ahead to see
When thy hopes are wrecked 
Leaving thy souls out of deck

Where do thyself go??
Lo,there stands a man with arms open wide 
"all ye people with burden and heavy laden come unto me I will give you rest" says he
Where there is peace on his side 

O what comforting father is he 
A light in the darkness
For thine eye to see

Place thy life on thee 
For he is God, 
For thou'st want him to be

Copyright © Simon Roshan | Year Posted 2016