#decoration - Hello Poetry

December is the coolest month Or the coldest month in some countries Bring the toys, bring the candies Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas At night. Stay away from the labyrinth Get a Christmas tree to decorate December is the jolliest month of the year This is the winter month to go from fête to fête Ride, ride the carousels Ring, ring the bells Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate The birth of Jesus Christ Let it snow, let it snow Smile and paint a rainbow Be happy, be enticed Have a very merry Christmas Peace on Earth! Peace alas! Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

0

Dec 30, 2024

Dec 30, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

December, The Coolest Month

December is the coolest month Or the coldest month in some countries Bring the toys, bring the candies Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas At night. Stay away from the labyrinth Get a Christmas tree to decorate December is the jolliest month of the year This is the winter month to go from fête to fête Ride, ride the carousels Ring, ring the bells Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate The birth of Jesus Christ Let it snow, let it snow Smile and paint a rainbow Be happy, be enticed Have a very merry Christmas Peace on Earth! Peace alas! Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

20

Depression is like Spooktober all the time except the funny memes and decoration.

0

Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC

Wateimo

***** *****

Depression is like Spooktober all the time except the funny memes and decoration.

6

Musing, thinking aloud, of Taking a little line for a walk, down my spine, down curves of flesh Over pale creamy rises and falls Interrupted by the gathering storm of you Declaring tattoos for others, not me No story of me in black ink on white, no tale in twisted vine and script, no Desecration of your terrain, Alteration in rhythmic refrain and ouch, red everywhere. I would argue with you but I must please Your gravity has me riveted, taken aback by the venom Vehement and pure, spat in their direction The canvas people walking around Illustrated versions of lifelong perspectives Their jewels of ink shimmering in trapped caresses, Gathered in unison images binding intent to design... My wont, this desire to be amongst them Magick workers unleashing heaven as they pass through their days Eating lunch with their besties in an act of casual sorcery A beauty never intended For me. Sulking, quiet mouthed, you Taking a little hand for a walk, down my spine, down curve of limb Over pale milky hills and valleys You would stop short at the first letter advance Touch me not, touch me not Simmering anger at the craven trespass, inelegant in your eyes, crass Decoration of your domain Knives in your eyes makes me think twice, cut by ice I drop the question, keep the peace, yet I remain An open page to the world’s eyes And wear my secret inkings on the inside.

0

Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC

deidre-lockyer

Secret Inkings

Musing, thinking aloud, of Taking a little line for a walk, down my spine, down curves of flesh Over pale creamy rises and falls Interrupted by the gathering storm of you Declaring tattoos for others, not me No story of me in black ink on white, no tale in twisted vine and script, no Desecration of your terrain, Alteration in rhythmic refrain and ouch, red everywhere. I would argue with you but I must please Your gravity has me riveted, taken aback by the venom Vehement and pure, spat in their direction The canvas people walking around Illustrated versions of lifelong perspectives Their jewels of ink shimmering in trapped caresses, Gathered in unison images binding intent to design... My wont, this desire to be amongst them Magick workers unleashing heaven as they pass through their days Eating lunch with their besties in an act of casual sorcery A beauty never intended For me. Sulking, quiet mouthed, you Taking a little hand for a walk, down my spine, down curve of limb Over pale milky hills and valleys You would stop short at the first letter advance Touch me not, touch me not Simmering anger at the craven trespass, inelegant in your eyes, crass Decoration of your domain Knives in your eyes makes me think twice, cut by ice I drop the question, keep the peace, yet I remain An open page to the world’s eyes And wear my secret inkings on the inside.

32

I feel, invisible Was I born for decoration? You say I'm important But your actions contradict Your words - no Your lies That you want me here Because all you have done is destroy the trust, that, To be honest Never existed in the first place. You say I never listen But when last did you look at me Really look - Through my angry disguise And realise, you are the disappointment I tell you what you have done And you tell me what I have done, wrong I was trying to change; Why should I change For somebody who will never change, ever Because you are right, I am wrong, And stupid for ever trying To convince you. All you have done Is made it worse In turn My anger has erupted Is my genuine happiness supposed to be a side effect of yours? Because I think I have become immune And you have been feeding me this medicine for too long If I put you first You downgrade my actions and turn them into dust, somehow If you put me first I must have asked. Can you admit Acknowledge That what I want is not What you want Can you respect that Or do you enjoy complaining Over And over Again About things that You don't try to prevent But now I don't care Because you didn't - don't care That I cared That I tried. You resent my actions And complain Denigrating who I am But that is your opinion And your opinion does not Dictate my life when you never even listen to mine If you do not want me here Why did you bring me Just so you can show me off for One hour One hour of fake And downgrade me For the next five Stop trying to change me Because you made me who I am Whether you like me or not Even if you are never really here. You are going to say the same For me I am trying to change But you are not Because you are using me as An excuse To justify yourself And your actions I am not vouching for your acceptance - Frankly, I resent who you Are turning me into: The opposite of who you Want me to become. I walk like I talk like I look like A decoration I say why I shout why I stop myself - Now I'm in trouble/ At least, I'm no longer Invisible But what do you expect When you treat me like an obligation What do you expect From an ugly decoration? Never mind After reading this you'll just get angry And punish me for having feelings And shout at me for having feelings And say I'm wrong, discard my feelings, Replace them with yours And I'll say I'm stupid For believing you would listen For once. Did you notice, I always stop talking Because I will end up saying how I really feel And waste my breath So I wrote it instead; Paper listens to me in a way You never have.

0

Aug 27, 2017

Aug 27, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC

faridah

Disappointment

I feel, invisible Was I born for decoration? You say I'm important But your actions contradict Your words - no Your lies That you want me here Because all you have done is destroy the trust, that, To be honest Never existed in the first place. You say I never listen But when last did you look at me Really look - Through my angry disguise And realise, you are the disappointment I tell you what you have done And you tell me what I have done, wrong I was trying to change; Why should I change For somebody who will never change, ever Because you are right, I am wrong, And stupid for ever trying To convince you. All you have done Is made it worse In turn My anger has erupted Is my genuine happiness supposed to be a side effect of yours? Because I think I have become immune And you have been feeding me this medicine for too long If I put you first You downgrade my actions and turn them into dust, somehow If you put me first I must have asked. Can you admit Acknowledge That what I want is not What you want Can you respect that Or do you enjoy complaining Over And over Again About things that You don't try to prevent But now I don't care Because you didn't - don't care That I cared That I tried. You resent my actions And complain Denigrating who I am But that is your opinion And your opinion does not Dictate my life when you never even listen to mine If you do not want me here Why did you bring me Just so you can show me off for One hour One hour of fake And downgrade me For the next five Stop trying to change me Because you made me who I am Whether you like me or not Even if you are never really here. You are going to say the same For me I am trying to change But you are not Because you are using me as An excuse To justify yourself And your actions I am not vouching for your acceptance - Frankly, I resent who you Are turning me into: The opposite of who you Want me to become. I walk like I talk like I look like A decoration I say why I shout why I stop myself - Now I'm in trouble/ At least, I'm no longer Invisible But what do you expect When you treat me like an obligation What do you expect From an ugly decoration? Never mind After reading this you'll just get angry And punish me for having feelings And shout at me for having feelings And say I'm wrong, discard my feelings, Replace them with yours And I'll say I'm stupid For believing you would listen For once. Did you notice, I always stop talking Because I will end up saying how I really feel And waste my breath So I wrote it instead; Paper listens to me in a way You never have.

115

Hello Friends & this letter is directly From Santa Chirayu.. Today a Santa is departed from India to travel across the world & to surprise you with a wonderful gifts & to give a memories that's live yours life with full of happiness forever...... So are you guys ready to night to make it best for the time & take it worth till the next season... do u hear the sound of jinglebells ? oops he is arriving soon just wait & watch, Ha-ha.....

0

Dec 24, 2015

Dec 24, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC

chirayuwriter

Merry Christmas

Hello Friends & this letter is directly From Santa Chirayu.. Today a Santa is departed from India to travel across the world & to surprise you with a wonderful gifts & to give a memories that's live yours life with full of happiness forever...... So are you guys ready to night to make it best for the time & take it worth till the next season... do u hear the sound of jinglebells ? oops he is arriving soon just wait & watch, Ha-ha.....

3

Life is an adventure of inspiration; a light decoration.

0

Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC