my mother has a wonderful soul, as all the world can see. but i especially love the times we spend, when its just her and me. when we are alone ..........
twas the night of halloween and all through the streets, children were smiling about all of the yummy treats. the pumpkins were carved and lit up with ..........
when i picture you up there sitting on a cloud,in my heart, i want to scream out loud.with your beautiful eyes staring me down, i think of your death and i ..........
a long time ago, on a ranch on a hill, i found out a secret, that i cherish still. on a cold snowy night,late,christmas eve, i gathered some cookies ..........
twas the night before christmas and all through the hood no one was set tripping so it was all good the stockings were hung on the wall with some ..........
as i look in the mirror as i look in the mirror what do i see, the face of my mother looking back at me. my hairs turning grey, my wrinkles are ..........
hello boys and girls, santa claus here, writing a letter to you on the best time of year. my elves are real busy making lots of cool toys, which i ..........
christmas is the time for giving, giving thoughtful gifts, the kinds that make children smile— the ones on their wish lists. but, dear santa, i ..........
'twas the night before christmas' mom style! twas the night before christmas, when all through the abode, only one creature was stirring, she was ..........
Holiday poems
are filled with treasured memories with
family and
friends.
Funny poetry can be found in
them too, and love stories unfold through holidays where lovers,
family, and friends gather together for the common cause of
enjoying a cultural or religious event.
Love poems often talk about
holidays spent between lovers and holiday poems offer a laugh or
a soft memory of our closest that we love. But the best way to
look at life is with this holiday quote. “Celebrate the
happiness that friends are always giving, make everyday a
holiday and celebrate just living!”
Holidays are to be cherished with family
and friends. Holiday poems are ways to share with those
we care for can appreciate what we have in them as
family and friends during the holidays.
Family poems often are
holiday based themed and
friendship poems can embark on past stories on
holidays spent with each other. The holidays bring
lovers together. Holidays are a time of joy and
togetherness and can be expressed through holiday poems.
Holidays can often be a stressful time as
well. There are holiday poems that vent one’s
frustrations about family and friends or unfortunately
lack there of and many are only greeted by loneliness
during the holidays and memories of lost love ones and
depression seeks in. Holiday poems spread across a
broad range of means and themes and make for a unique
form of poetry.
Holidays - Family and Friends
Everybody has some type of feelings when it comes to the holiday season and feelings are the fuel that leads to good poetry. Holidays mean time spent with family and friends; the most important people in your life. Alternatively, they could be a time when you begin to reflect on why you don't have the family or friends you wish for, to share the holidays with.
Holiday Memories
Do you have happy memories of the holiday and Christmas season or sad memories? Happy poems,
sad poems, Christmas poems,
poems about family and friends, whatever feelings the holidays arise in you, we invite you share your feelings with us through poetry.
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His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
