Best Wreath Poems

Each year before Christmases of the past
   Past visitors came to trim my holiday tree
Tree with ornaments homemade to last
   Lasting,...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and...

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Prick me with your vivid green awareness
Let the white pins that needle me
Diminish into their foggy sham

The bridal wreath that scented our commitment
Now doused in...

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Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the...

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daylight hours 
Ozzie and Ben at the picnic table
milkweeds dance across the board
chess match underway all day, every day

many stories shared, some repeated; neither cared...

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Tinsel sparkling on trees that toys lie beneath,
Holly with berries and the hanging of the wreath.
Everything is red and ever-green.

Hearth and home are comforting;
Evening is...

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Never had a Christmas tree
  or some mistletoe
No wreath of holly on my door
  just a mezuzah there, you know

No stockings stuffed with...

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Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a...

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As if the sunlight breaks the day
And dawn arrives with a whispered breath
Ascending like a clarinet        ...

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Be the clown,go on, turn the world upside down.
Be the one, who never thinks deeply or on humanity frowns.

Be above it all, hide your heart...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an...

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In oak-heath forest you might be
one wonderful spring day.
Go search for heath beneath a tree.
Perhaps small faeries you will see
and other wee folk there at...

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geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell 

white frost at daybreak 
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog

an ice blizzard...

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Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name.
weeds and cobwebs 
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the...

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For Mothers Who Have Passed 

For mothers who've been passed some years,
you may have gone but love remains.
At fewer times do we shed tears
for mothers...

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