Introduction This is an ekphrastic terzanelle inspired by an image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: The music is "Child Of The Moon" by The Rolling Stones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
mild winter fever time in love dusk frosty days cold heart valentine (London, 18th December 2025)
By Lyrical Logic11 months ago in Poets
away in a manger with neither crib nor a bed the newly born Jesus will rest his sweet head away in that manger you’ll hear not a sound
By Connie11 months ago in Poets
You made a list and Checked it twice Sure, you've got Flour, sugar, and spice But when did you last Check the expiry dates?
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
December heralds the end of yet another year but never fear December welcomes in Summer Well, at least, here Down Under!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶11 months ago in Poets
Hope will not fade, until the last flame flickers and dies Until the last star is gone, leaving only empty skies Hope will not die, as long as there is light
By Natasja Rose11 months ago in Poets
Warm blankets Cozy nights Fire blazing Boiling water Hot chocolate On a cold winters night Its us against the cold The fire keeps us warm
By Thomas Terry11 months ago in Poets
Thirty-one days in December. Is there something that I should remember? Earlier sunsets after a day of rain need not make us want to complain.
By Andrea Corwin 11 months ago in Poets
i found an old box of moms christmas decor in the back of my walkout closet i sat in the living room watching tv when i finally decided to rummage through it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Day Silence Learned My Name Subheading: A poem about loneliness that finally spoke back. By [Ali Rehman] Silence was never empty.
By Ali Rehman11 months ago in Poets
Denise is joining an acrostic request by Susan Every day is Christmas in December an Caroling is a part of what makes it feel like that today
By Denise E Lindquist11 months ago in Poets
He does not come with banners— no brass, no cavalry of angels clattering down marble steps. He arrives like a rumor whispered
By SUEDE the poet11 months ago in Poets
