Holiday

TO BE THANKFUL
TO BE THANKFUL ... ^^ The family gathered around the table And bowed their heads in prayer. The aroma of our favorite foods
By Margaret Brennan2 months ago in Poets
Now Entering
Now comes thee to the most hallowed of spaces The magic hour that does stretch on for more Than thirty days, a month of terrors and laughs
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
October's Grove. Top Story - September 2026.
Wandering through a vast blooming meadow Heat permeates my mind and dampens my skin When the sun starts to wane on the flowers of summer When light falls through branches in A lacy pattern of shadows I press on through the treeline, to find my long-lost kin
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Beyond the October Gate
October lies beyond the final road, behind an iron gate beneath the rain. A bell hangs black above the entrance there, and once you cross, you cannot cross again.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
MY SHIP FLOATS ON WAVES
MY SHIP FLOATS ON WAVES My ship floats on waves With her sails opened wide, She dances with sunlight And follows the tide.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
MY BODY SWIMS LIKE A FISH
MY BODY SWIMS LIKE A FISH My body swims like a fish When I enter the sea, The water comes gently And carries all me. My arms become silver My feet become fins, The ocean grows quiet As my journey begins.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
HOW DEEP IS THE SEA
HOW DEEP IS THE SEA How deep is the sea? I asked from the shore, It whispered, come closer, There’s always much more. Beneath all the silver Beneath all the blue, Are gardens of coral That sunlight shines through.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
HOW SALTY IS THE SEA
HOW SALTY IS THE SEA How salty is the sea? I tasted one drop, It danced on my tongue And refused there to stop. It tasted of journeys Of ships sailing through, Of mornings in silver And evenings in blue.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD
FLY AWAY, LITTLE BIRD I found you in the winter, Your feathers wet with rain, Your tiny wings were trembling, Your eyes were filled with pain.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
THE CAMPER VAN
THE CAMPER VAN I bought a little camper van, I drove it everywhere, I used it like a passion van, I really did not care.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
In The Valleys
In The Valleys In the valleys, Welsh farmers grow, seeds in the earth, in neat little rows. Sheep on the mountains, white as the snow, follow the pathways only they know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
I Loved A Welsh Man
I Loved A Welsh Man I loved a Welsh man, his heart was so free, his voice held the valleys, his eyes held the sea. He spoke of the mountains, the rain and the snow, and farms in the valleys where Welsh farmers grow.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets