Baubles Poems - Poems about Baubles

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

... I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, ......Read the rest...

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... Written: December 28, 2023 Beneath the shades of velvet shadows swarms of amber luminance of daylight and elusive flits of faerie embers. Veiled in jeweled which rhymed with  Calyx e......Read the rest...

... Through the frosty forest we roam With our keen-edged tools in hand We seek the fairest Christmas tree That shall adorn our land We spy a pine with verdant boughs And spires of tender green ......Read the rest...

... In a place where the fog pillows a dreamscape of the hidden en trance wallows its hallows. To swallow re view of, the mind and the billows, a wind of a kind. Of surfkis......Read the rest...

...You should be here All cosy and warm in my arms Ready for Santa, magic and reindeer The tree would be up The presents all bought You would have a special Christmas plate and cup We would si......Read the rest...

...'Twas the night before Christmas and outside was blizzardly Mrs Claus was busy hanging baubles on the Christmas tree Santa felt cold and shivery and was succumbing to the flu And told Mrs Claus "I......Read the rest...

...Years are piled in slouching display. Dust bobbles on a sunlit window, yet the small ragtag shop is dingy, without and within. Its second hand put downs, left to clutter; emblematic of one life......Read the rest...

...I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year, Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer, In the living room, presents beneath its boughs, A holiday aura, a delightful vow. My da......Read the rest...

...The old wooden gate is inviting. A testament to the careful hands of a previous owner. It squeals a greeting as the celtic filigree moss yields to my presence. I discard my footwear, seeing the nee......Read the rest...

...November light and colors stream in through the window and I notice it, like in the eye of a storm, a whirlwind that has included pain and creativity but always distraction – of strivings and g......Read the rest...

...Be the light. We are the light. We are the light By Michelle Morris 17/11/2020 In their eyes you may be incomplete as they seek out the shiny baubles and squeak of shallow vessels and find......Read the rest...

...After the greedily laden cirrus' lighten their loads, a dog day returns to our suburban sanctuary. As the mercury ascends like a climber captured in a glass tube, the heath's heady aromas revoke o......Read the rest...

...We all collect something it is natural to collect the greater one's purse the more varied and abundant his verse. So~ even divine poets literally not immune a puddle, a shallow indenta......Read the rest...