Home Quintain (English) Poems

The gifts are wrapped and ‘neath the tree
in brightly colored bags and bows.
I now sit back, my mind set free
to contemplate these thoughts I chose
and...

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His voice is soft as air,
The reflection of his mirror fair,
If he is a nest to rest
This home is the best....

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"If I were your love: You would be my everything; my soul and
my heart;  my today and my tomorrows; and my forever."

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I barely knew the grandma on my father’s side,
but Grandma Owens I knew fairly well.
She was my mother’s mother; she took great pride
in cooking us...

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From a tangled home life, a rocky start.
I ran  breathless, and met sunshining days,
friends who will live forever in my heart,
moments to treasure in...

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I find the Christmas season can be very sad,
because it reminds me of all I have lost;
my sister, grandma, grandpa, mom and dad,
my husband...

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With their last goodbyes, they walked away
                  ...

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Praise be to the tranquil home
Where care and amity abide
Like a well-worn book or favorite poem
In whose members we confide
And whose values are our guide

Ill-fated...

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Look around you; the world is changing fast,
and frustrations are morphing into hate.
Coronavirus has left folks downcast,
they're told to hide behind a mask or wait
it...

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This Yuletide, a pine (freshly-cut) we’re going to trim.
We’ll make it bright with lights and with our gaiety
and hang some tinsel sparkling from each limb
of...

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I wake to crystals upon the white-dusted fields;
Billowing fog creeps around a logged-cabin.
The blazing fire of the smoky chimney yields
The frigid dews that drips from...

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In winter’s peaceful reverie, enchanting snowfall reigns
with dizzy, wistful flurries that flow so lightly down
they settle softly o’er the treetops and the winding lanes
while children...

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Christmas is almost here,                                          ...

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I know your thoughts, they sting
 with the darkness they bring
 when the world is overwhelming
too much to bear
 questioning if anyone is there.

The day,...

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In the middle of the night lies my fear
I see new heaven calling for my dear
A river of water flows from the origin of tears
The...

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