Holiday

🎃 ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ 🎃. Top Story - September 2024.
If you ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ ㅤㅤㅤon ꉓꍏꀎ꒒ꀸꋪꂦꈤ ꌗ꓄ꋪꍟꍟ꓄ you’re sure to get a fright That’s why some kids will stay ㅤㅤㅤfar, far away
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒11 months ago in Poets
A Merry Expensive Christmas. Top Story - December 2025.
'Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the mall, Every wallet was screaming, "Please, nothing at all!" The price tags were hung on the merchandise with care,
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Not Christmas Tree
The world is busy buying, and decorating Christmas trees. But what about the real trees? Are you giving enough thought and due respect to them?
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
The Music Conjures My Favorite Spirits
Unknowingly, I started that time ol’ machine like a quarter dropped into a jukebox A melody plays softly, setting the scene
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Chapalah
Charales wash up on the shore, eyeless and pale. Their burial regalia is an ocher foam dried to crust. We count the epiphytes that cling to Chapala’s power lines as we make our journey around the Lake. The dead are beyond number.
By Sean Balogh11 months ago in Poets
He Knows If You've Been Good Or Bad
His face changes, just slightly as you crawl onto his lap Tell me, "have you been naughty" as he begins to laugh And you smile up and lie
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
You'd Better Watch Out
*** RMS tried to warn you but you didn't take heed That Santa's story was skewed and he's sooner see you bleed So, every year he returns
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘!. Content Warning.
𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘! We’ve all heard of Santa, that “jolly old elf” Who navigates the globe in a sleigh by himself Led by a team of nine flying reindeer
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒11 months ago in Poets
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World She woke late, her body heavy with illness, the kind that even makes breathing feel like labor. The holiday had passed quietly, but its ache arrived late, creeping into her morning like a shadow.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...?
The turkey dinner ready meals were microwaving away. The chestnuts...weren’t roasting. We don’t have chestnuts. My elf jumper was itchy cause of mum using that cheap washing powder.
By Christopher Hales11 months ago in Poets
Design! For the Christmas Tree
Design?! With glee, wonder. I, what to put with it? The light, the tree. I if fun, then fine... Still, might-bes. My brother turns it around too, is not design, is feeling. A tree. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets