Best Wonderland Poems

~  My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that day about what is truly important, what I'm most thankful for.  ~ 



The snowflakes cling so softly to my...

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Spring heralds the dawning of brilliant bluebells carpeting the woods 
Silently they slept until the warm sun rouses them from slumber 
Gently they open their eyes, stretch and bask in nature’s glory 

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Early rain falls gently

like his fingers running softly

 through her tousled hair

The wind breathes lightly

like his lips treading velvets

on her cheek,along her neck

and across her peach-creamed skin so fair

She dances,she sings

by the cabin down the valley

She feeds little birds

and keeps on humming merrily

 Pansies sway...

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The fruit smoothie spun on the smoothie machine,
as I looked out the window at large snowflakes falling to the ground
I watched, as I was led into a peaceful trance
No thoughts to weigh me down, a light moment lifting my heart
Later, I went outside where the...

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Once there was a fairy by name Linda “fondly Alice”
Falls down a rabbit hole into a fantasy world pretty nice!
Literary nonsense genre
Influential fantasy genre
Bloody the fairy of my fantasy world “Alice”?...

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Snow flurries are swirling faster and faster,
soon a blanket of white covers the ground,
Robin redbreast pecks at the cotoneaster -
where bright red berries still can be found.
Filigree snowflakes fall without any sound

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The west winds of springtime
Brought forth April showers
That rained on the pavements
Of Southwick for hours.

It was standing room only
And full to the brim
As people sought shelter 
At the old Tabard Inn.
           
A man with a...

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Freshly fallen snow... a carpet of white
Blinding pure covering... satin on fields 
Under crystal stars bright in clear moonlight
Blowing snow gathers into drifts and yields
Scattering of dreams that faithfully wields
Layers of hope which conformity shields

Majestic wonderland... a winter scene
Captures a powerful wondrous glory
Mother Nature's creation...

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Let me take you on an adventure,
Through insanities doors, to the land of dementia.
I guarantee you will be spellbound,
While holding on for dear life, riding hell’s bloodhound.
To seek the excruciating pleasures of pain
Where your piercing screams will be my gain

Let me take you through the...

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The season decorated in dazzling white
Her Pale moon drifting high into the night
Sailing over powdered dreams 
Of fields ,forests and frozen streams 


Shooting frozen puffs of breath and steam
Gliding along a fantasy world of winter scenes
Scintillating snow whispering” here comes the queen”
Mother nature stalks her...

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Soft she slips into the wood,
Garlanding brush and branches,
Spreading out her lovely cloak,
To cover posts and fences.

Now she drifts into the yard,
Making all things bright,
Swathing each and every thing,
In a mantle of pure white.

The roses in my garden,
Will sleep through Winter's night,
Beneath their mantle made...

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I woke up early one cold winter's morn;   *
A ray of light had roused me from my sleep,
And gazing at the rose-pink blush of dawn
My eyes excitedly began to sweep
Across the frosted landscape to the deep
Soft bed of snow on fields and hillside...

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It seems, in truth, that I'm such a glutton,
          For a pulsing, lighted or sliding button.

Christmas, for me? An arriving shipment,
          Boxes packed full with musical equipment!

Nothing...

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I see the flakes come tumbling from pale sky.
Grey barren earth below has been effaced.
The loveliness nobody can deny.
With dazzling snow this wonderland is graced.

In morning’s sheen, the frosted limbs of trees
are glittering, and all the land’s pristine.
I run outside and feel chill winter’s breeze
and...

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I wander in the wonderland of words
where sounds can rhapsodize an inner flight
and seek to sing like skylark midst the birds.

To feel a lyric line is ringing right
that rose unknowingly from secret source
can send my senses soaring with delight.

What guides the reasoned rhyme’s creative course?
the...

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