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renseksderf Nov 2024
Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.
Elioinai Jan 2021
the fire of life
crackles ever fiercely
But hope snuggles in next to me
as I finally let my walls burn
hope is the only barrier I need
between me and life's flames
She's warm and smells like Christmas
John McCafferty Jun 2020
Tides continue to turn
Though Rome has changed
The sun still circles as people pray

Prompted to pace
Echoes of rage
Darkness seeps in the shadows
of her longest day
Still we afraid

Little bubbles rise from the fireside
Frustrations heard on the mount
Count in reverse internally and observe the confusion or clout
Why do you serve one of the two when collision rules for the powerful
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Cné Oct 2017
Shall I speak of autumn leaves while summer doldrums reign?
Wistfully, I wait for frost to paint my window pane.

Dare I yet imagine smoke from chimneys wafting forth?
Can you taste the chilling breeze that lingers from the north?

There is no time like autumn, when relief from summer's sway
Gives rise to fireside interludes and sweet rolls in the hay.
It’s in the 90s here in Texas. Where is the cooler temps!
Rohinee Sharma Aug 2016
That crackling conversation by the fireside
on a hopeless winters night
led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes
and there you were weaving dreamy spells
to effortlessly entrap my heart

i had no hope
you knew.

Though many moons have passed, I still see
those roses pressed between the pages of a book
reminding me of  the thorns we pricked , when we were young
it was also the time you said you would never let me go…
and you never did.

Today,  the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air
drawing me out to hear the guitar
strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset
ever so slowly at each cord…

So you hold my hand
and enchant me in nostalgia once again
as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play

and we do... we always do.
this is all about falling in love with that one and only -and sticking through thick and thin.
Sombro Aug 2015
Match the sleep up to the fire,
Words alight in bareface glow.
Take your knees and hold them tight,
Tonight's the night that Dragons fight.

By the river lives are woven;
Fabric soft and hugs the skin.
As the shadows dance about,
Throw their arms and scream and shout.

Froth at the shore - take care!
Who'll hold you back from the tale?
Don't lose any grief.
Each story's a thief.
Each story's a thief.
Makenzie Marie Jul 2015
Last night was a perfect night,
watching shooting stars across the sky
the crackling firewood
and the glimmer in our eyes;
smores, and stories
of troubled times
and how we're grateful we made it out alive.
Scripture study fireside,
testimonies, and lots of tears cried,
lead to long group hugs to dry our eyes.

This is what real Friendship feels like:
this is remembering why I needed to stay alive,
this is why I'm grateful for God's presence in my life.

And I think I'm learning,
"borrowed time"
means staying up until the sunrise
and still calling it Saturday night.

Why else would He have created Summertime?
Grateful to He who planned out my life for giving me such amazing friends and influences in my life to remind me why I fight
John Kerplunk Dec 2014
Break out of your mind now
and don't you ever cry
There's no need to feel down
I'll be right by your side

and even if it seems to you
That everyone tends to leave
Disregard those in the past
You mean much more to me
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