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Matt 4d

The tree stands in the corner, vibrant and full,
its needles still bright, though winter presses close.
There is joy in the room, but it feels stretched thin,
the space between smiles a little wider than it should be.
The fireplace crackles, but its warmth cannot erase
the coldness that lingers in corners of the heart,
memories too heavy to hide beneath the cheer.

You watch as others unwrap their joy,
but the wrapping paper feels thin,
the ribbons untied, the colors muted.
There is laughter, but it tastes of something sour—
the kind of laughter that echoes too loud
because it is hiding something you don’t want to speak.

Christmas is supposed to be light,
but this year it feels like a burden
draped in tinsel, asking you to carry it
as if you don’t already have enough weight
in your hands.

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Matt 4d

The Sounds of Christmas

The first crackle of wrapping paper,
The soft whisper of breath against frosted glass,
A sudden knock—unexpected, warm.
Outside, the streetlight hums a distant song,
A quiet symphony of distant footsteps
and the rhythm of snow, settling in stillness.

The faint jingle of sleigh bells,
carried by the wind, brushing past
the voices of strangers weaving through the night.
Inside, laughter hovers, thick and gentle—
a fire crackles, wood splitting in the hearth,
its hiss a companion to the silence that follows.

Each sound is part of a moment,
one after another, fleeting and eternal.
The world outside swells with life,
but here, in this room, the sounds fold
into a quiet lullaby we only half-hear.

Christmas is such a poetic time.

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Matt 4d

The Snowman

A snowman stood tall in the yard,
His scarf and his hat were both starred,
The children would play,
On that cold, festive day,
As Christmas arrived unbarred

The carolers sang with delight,
Their voices rang out through the night,
With joy in the air,
And warmth everywhere,
It was truly a magical sight.

The trees sparkled under the glow,
The world wrapped in winter’s soft snow,
The kids ran and cheered,
The season appeared,
And the fire in the hearth burned low.

But the sun rose more sharply each day,
The cold slowly started to sway,
He felt in his frame,
A loss he could name,
As the chill slipped away with the gray.

He knew his time was nearly through,
As the world changed from white to blue,
With a soft, final sigh,
He whispered, “Goodbye,”
And accepted the warm winds that grew.

I usually don't rhyme in my poems, but when I do, it is usually to signify bliss, or happiness. This poem is a limerick, which is something I haven't dabbled in much, but I really enjoyed writing it.

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Matt 4d

The Five Stages

Denial
The news breaks
The words come,
but they slide off my skin
like rain on a window.
I keep moving,
setting the table, watering the plants,
as if the world hasn’t fractured
in a way I can’t unsee.

Anger
The air feels sharp,
each breath jagged,
and I want to break something.
The cups in the cupboard tremble,
my fingers curl into fists.
Why this?
Why now?
Why me?

Bargaining
In the quiet, I begin to bargain,
with gods I don’t believe in,
with time that won’t listen.
If I had been better,
smarter, kinder,
maybe it wouldn’t have ended like this.
The universe stays silent

Depression
It swallows me whole,
a deep ocean without light.
I stop reaching for the shore.
The bed becomes my sanctuary,
though it offers no peace.
I float,
adrift,
nothing to anchor me.

Acceptance
There’s no epiphany,
no sudden light breaking through clouds.
Just a morning
where I rise
and the weight feels less like a boulder
and more like a stone
I can carry in my pocket.
It’s no permanent solution
But it’s just enough to last me the day.

The five stages of grief are: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

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Casey Hayward 5d

Katabasis- Guadalupe

Hold on, sweet souls—
the River will carry you,
far beyond the land of men,
to the furthest limits
of the deep-running Ocean.
that all of us will be carried down
to rest for eternity.

You must go down
to the House of Death,
to stand before the awesome one.
But you will not be alone—
no, not alone.

I swear
by the grimmest oath
that binds the happy gods—
I swear it true
a most sacred vow,
by the black waters below:
all of us will be carried down.

In the silent dark before dawn
a furious storm
lit the sky,
and sheets of rain
poured down in seconds.
Cypress's cracked, splintered, bent
upstream the current ran strong.

The river swelled and roared—
a Goddess unchained—
and the life giving water
swallowed everything whole
yet, here they stand before me
perfect phantoms in time:

“ghosts of the dead:
brides and young men,
old ones worn by grief,
and tender girls
with hearts still new to sorrow.”

Tell me, how do I find my way home?

poem, July 13, 2025, Rock and Roll Odyssey

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Nyx Velora 5d

Red Eyes

She’s been caught —
crying through every night,
her heart still weeping
though no tears in sight.

With red weeping eyes,
she stares in the mirror.
Her hands are trembling,
cold as winter.

What keeps her up in the dark?
What sets this silent flood in spark?
She wonders about things that might have been,
and all the aching what ifs within.

She wishes to hold herself tight,
to feel — even briefly — that things are right,
whispers to gods to grant her sleep,
just one quiet night without the weep.

Kneeling down, her body sags,
beneath the weight of unseen bags.
The floor and walls a cold alabaster,
she folds in half before Our Father.

Will the heavens hear her plea?
Or let her sink into the deep sea?
Will the ground bury her under,
or the waves drag her down in thunder?

She looks again — red eyes stare back,
mirrored in the glass, cracked.
Red as the blood she saw just prior,
as she dragged the thin metal deeper.

- N.V. 🥀

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Samuel Everson 5d

Fairy Fountain

I wake up to nothing
       but chirping birds
            and the drip of coffee
                   pouring down,
            and wonder how I feel
       about it all—
             and find it refreshing
       to know I see it
            like a fairy fountain,
       standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
    and even walk on air
         if that’s what I choose.

Not sure if I’m a morning person, but I enjoy poetry, and that’s enough to get up. Written in July 2025

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Ari 6d

15 Minute Poem

My eyes sink
Dreaming of you
If I blink
I may miss you more

It’s your soul
I hold so close
And your love
Raise a toast

My eyes are like sunset
Sinking while I sleep
Yours are like sunrise
Full of energy

My light dims
While yours awakens
My might sins
Your sins were taken

We’re so up-and-down
I’m full of frowns
Your smile lightens
Mine turns around

You brighten my evenings
You heal my grieving
I have a lot of skeletons
They hold meanings

I’ll never be like you
You’re perfect by define
I’ll live in solitude
You’ll never live as mine

The way I’d design it
You’ll make my coffee daily
But I’ll resign it
And give up on the maybe

Your face will exit my brain
Two weeks notice, I’ll never be the same
I’ll hold my head and pray
That my world won’t turn as grey

As it was without you.

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Norbert Tasev 6d

THE SILENCE OF THE BLESSING EVENTS

There, in the chapel rising on the small hill, where perhaps two people could barely fit, when you were brought in a carriage pulled by two apple-colored Pegasus horses; where a few diligent, busy women's hands gathered a feverish forest of flower bouquets, a rainbow flood of tired daisies strangled in wreaths - yes! There the blissful, redeeming yeses should have been said, which could only really mean something to us, since they reserved the Everything with a holy oath.

Then there should have been will, devotion, a beautifying dream - which at the same time eagerly nourishes, consumes, but nourishes - with which two beating hearts in love can finally belong to each other. You should have escaped a little while, when you did not let your snow-white voluminous veil fall to dust, with your moon-silver tiara, and a loyal protection, a protective harmony accompanying you throughout your life, which says in your superstitious doe eyes: "I have chosen you as my companion!"

- You should have arranged - only with a common will - the secret desires of immortal Fates, so that even the one-Beloved could be absolutely sure of his/her business, and doubt, suspicion, deceived temptation could not even fearlessly break the predestined bond of togetherness.

We would have clung to the plane with gazelle-like leaps, so that then on a half-uninhabited subtropical, paradise island, on a snow-white sand bed, in front of the sun's disc that wanted to set, we would have sworn in our hearts that we were beating: True, Good, Noble, so that the ragged life would take note two human, earthly stars, whatever happens, poverty or wealth, two immortal Universe-souls, now united until the end of time.

– The true word that resides in the deepest part of the heart should have been spoken as if it were the last one to be spoken here on earth: ,,If you really love, then neither Porsche, Ferrari, nor a fancy bag costing half a million, nor a castle on duck legs matters, because you feel that it is better to belong to someone than to just be floundering here and there like a luxury item for the seventh time in a lifetime.

Your children, later your grandchildren, will throw our loving instinct-egoisms at your eyes in vain; you can cry through a shower of abundant fountain pearls for an eternity, because you were a compromiser, a bargain-maker and maybe even a little coward, because you gave in to the predictable alluring power of prosperity and wealth. – Long, difficult At the end of our journeys, perhaps we will meet again, and then I will make your once golden, loving heart confess to you!

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J M Sweeting 6d

Blue Rain

simple drops of the sky
like a clear, rich melody
a grouping of crystal nebulas
with the coolness of the sea

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