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There are memories worth the time
and mine are very few,
the memories I recall smiling
when i was with you.

Snowy winter's hidden kisses,
first time lovers' hits and misses.
Grandma's gone baby, now's our chance,
Can we kiss? Make it last, hear the song,
let us dance.

I know it was hard
when i had to say good bye,
But even that day i smiled,
wanna know why?

Because you kissed me,
you held me, and you said
"No matter what -
Jae, my heart is yours,
near or far, here or not".

You promised you would wait,
but you didn't, and i understand.
Promises are easy to make
when you're face to face,
hand in hand.

The years passed,
and at last, i made you mine,
but the dream was cut short
and i was running out of time.

Christmas was coming
and the legend was true,
that i would only spend one Christmas,
wrapped in love with you.

I would give the world and all that i have,
to live that Christmas once again -
when i was your world, you were my dreams,
and nothing else mattered back then.
~jae.lopez
Stark 6d
huddled beneath the *****, dark alleys of the past
there's a girl
rubbing her hands together
for a semblance of warmth

the cold bites deep
through bare clothing
chilling her to the bone

as the frost flurries through
and bright Christmas trees
set her eyes alight

she shakily pulls a small
matchbook
from her pocket

with a breath,
she mutters a prayer
and strikes the match
to watch it burn
one last time

the flame wavers
but continues to burn
'till there is no fuel left

just as the light dies
she, too, dies

and the ghosts come
to take her hand
to a safer place
where it's Christmas yearlong
and warm embraces await

for the little match girl has left
for somewhere, something beyond our reach
little match girl
I must confess
she was alluring
I was curious and excited
like a child
on Christmas morning
I think
what saves today’s commercial xmas hype
from being absolutely nauseous
is the wide-eyed joy of children
when they open their gifts
and find their dreams come true

a faint echo
of the joy in the eyes of the Kings
when after their long travails
they discovered the baby of their dreams
had miraculously become reality
KKM Jan 23
something about checkered ties & purple hearts clenches a part of my hand that keeps me from writing to you and i cant even blame the snow for falling on a saturday bc God knows something needs to come down on us and it cant be our blue realizations or late movie night plans 76 days post April fools where once again the scar on your right hand will remind me of vicious wolves who only know fear and full moons, something we never talk about bc Halloween comes in a different month than Christmas & apparently that's an issue about advent calendars, not mood swings so constant you'll burn your pinky on a tray of bruschetta toast 4 times & react differently each time the heat wants to darken your skin unkindly
Ian Robinson Jan 23
Hazy candy store blues
     with candid lazy attitudes
        and sickly sweet stumps stalked high
Is where I first fell in love

        a truffle for my mother
     a treat for my crazy brother
            Icing on the roof as we sat aloof
sweet scents of clove
and
        a wood burning stove
churning in a choice strokes
            as we built Gingerbread houses
trying something new give me tips and ideas for more free-verse rhyming
Kirke Wise Jan 18
There was a Winter’s chill
But we still had fun
Sledding down the hill
In the clear Winter sun

It was a cold day of play
Mittens stuck to the sleds
A frantic snowball fray
With woolen caps on our heads

And we all slipped and slid
Never really knowing
How great it was being a kid
In our yard, as it was snowing

But then as we grew older
Winter never seemed the same
Each year grew a little colder
Reliving our childhood game

By Kirke Wise

The first publication of this poem was in the Winter 2019 edition of The Watershed Journal
Just a little poem to help me capture and remember some of those winter moments in the back yard so long ago.
Juhlhaus Jan 17
On a misty city morning
Still resolved to early rising
I came upon a heap of corpses

They were child sacrifices
Made to satisfy the fancy
Of Christian Capitalist and Pagan
And a jolly old fat man
Who lives at the North Pole

They might have been

Growing tall
In a field or on a hill
Drinking sunlight
Breathing love songs
In answer to caress of wind

But the silent pines
Didn't seem to mind
Their broken bodies one last gift
Filling my chest with fragrant air
And longings
For fields and hills
On a misty city morning
Lights sparkle all around
Presents sit, waiting
Paper covered in sap
i cried today
then i told myself to **** it up
and sing jingle bell rock
its not even christmas
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