#ornament
I turned an ice-cream scooper
Into an ornament.
With a piece of plastic that had I found
From my Gramma’s house;
And the medicine basket.
I glued
That lead
Ye Olde Ice-Cream Scooper
That my mom, now, owns
Into
A basket with a hook.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
Whirling in your charm
I crave for owning tiara
ornamented with your love.
No matter what you are ,
but a king throning on my heart.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
I still remeber
that elegant curve,
On that beautiful frame.
I still remember,
How it made me feel.
shivers down the spine.
I still remember,
That elegant smile,
On that beautiful face.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Our English Rose
by Michael R. Burch
for Christine Ena Burch
The rose is—
the ornament of the earth,
the glory of nature,
the archetype of the flowers,
the blush of the meadows,
a lightning flash of beauty.
NOTE: This is my translation of a Sappho epigram. It was originally titled "Sappho's Rose" before I chose to dedicate it to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, who was born and raised in England. Keywords/Tags: Rose, ornament, glory, nature, archetype, flowers, blush, meadows, flash, beauty, lightning
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
it's no wonder
you can't fall asleep,
when your tears
are ornamenting
your silky sheets
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Glittery and gold,
big and bold,
hallow and round,
Shake it and no sound.
Shining and hanging
for all to see.
Glowing and twirling
its glitters so free.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Fragile.
So very delicate.
Like the Angel placed at the top of the tree.
She watches over everyone, and makes sure they are okay.
She makes sure everyone is happy and safe.
There is no one to watch over her.
She is too fragile.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
i am wearing my favorite christmas hairband
a snowman surrounded by red and blue bows sprinkled with snow
my father wears his favorite cubs hat,
i rest my head on my father’s Slanted shoulder
my eyes rest on my hand sitting lightly on his wrist
my father’s gaze is directed towards his gift.
maybe that’s it.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
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- you-
draped
**me all over
your greenery and
left me in the background
as scenery, treated like an
inanimate object, but some
decorations have
feelings**
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC