In this moment i feel fine. Not trapped like falls foliage under neath winters white blanket. Neither do i feel free Like the fowl that flew south. I feel somewhere in the awkward middle ground between Flight and containment. But what a beautiful feeling. I may not be airbourne, Honking with the lively flock of beasts Seeking asylum from winters Chillful howls. But at least im above ground. And thats encouraging.
Just jotting a little poem. Alot of people go through **** this time of year. Some have the best times of their lives. Just happy to be riding the in between. Merry xmas every body.
Ornaments and lights decorate trees Traditions that we've made this to be Presents are generous, but to be alive
Is the gift that continues to give Because your presence Is a present
Focus energy not on tensions Or frustrations, but realizing Appreciations for each lesson Blessing, and silver lining
For Christmas cheer, is to be kind To unite love like peace signs And as we celebrate his birthday To keep the good faith in mind.
I wrote this poem in honor of Christmas, last year. It's my first Christmas poem that I can remember dedicating to the holiday. I had also written a song about Christmas, but I'm pretty sure this was my first poem about it. I hope you find something to like. ^^
The sky looks marvelously serene Like a bejeweled birthday gift Laced with bright ribbons Of a sparkling sunlit peace Perhaps it's an evidence of Our invisible yet invincible strength and synergy To continue living or existing In a clear direction which Renders us worthy of A gracious life as well as Shelters our faith in ourselves Even when the vicious wintry haze Makes us shiver and quiver With ceaseless doubts and mysteries Let us all bask in the pleasing warmth Of this heavenly gift Let's celebrate together Our mindful victory against Our very own weaknesses Today
it was the night before christmas, alone in my room i found myself longing to remain in this tomb blankets and pillows tossed about without care knowing with sunrise, the joyous will stare tossing and turning, alone in my bed visions of the merry danced in my head it's not that i'm sad, at best perhaps apathy a longing to be something but this walking tragedy
so i march and i move, straight path to the corner a wind up toy run dry, much to my horror part of me still longs for my lost childlike wonder part of me is hit with this realization of sonder
there are people like you, there are people like me there are people all over like us that we just cannot see they stay up til dawn, perfecting their masks checking their list twice, completing the tasks practice makes perfect, they study their smile knowing they must try harder, must not appear vile
for it's not that i don't wish to celebrate this joy just that peeling myself from bed feels like a ploy but still i press on as the night draws to a close knowing that when the sun comes, i must ignore the lows
and for anyone out there who can relate to this tale, i wish you slumber, a momentary relief from your ail you are not out of mind, even if you are out of sight happy christmas to all, and to the lonely - goodnight.
Nakalimot ka siguro na masungit sa iyo ang tadhana Nang ikaw ay nagmahal sa isang tao at nagpahalaga Maikling ngiti lang ang kanya ngang hatid Ngunit habang buhay nasa iyong panlasa ang pait Tuwing iidlip siya ay na riyan Tuwing paggising siya ang hanap Maging sa panaginip ikaw ginagambala ng iyong maling desisyon Hanggang sa langit ang paghingi mo ng solusyon Ikaw lamang naman ay nakinig sa tibok ng damdamin Wala ka naman talagang sala sa harap ng iyong salamin Siya ay dala ng nanlamig na hangin Sa iyong paghinga iyo siyang nakuha Kalaunan tanging hindi umayon ay tadhana