A whimsical tale; holiday tale,
A sanctitude holiday nearing me with azaleas,
Those happy days clouded in my heart.
Rejoicing over past memories
And future is on the stand.
Holidays unveil the rusty rhapsody;
Kept with myself-
In roaring silence and as wide asunder.
I am tired of feeling lonely and alone,
I want all pieces quilt around me.
I want my family is that too much to ask?
I really don’t think it’s an impossible task.
My heart is no longer a happy one.
No more fun, no more laughter,
Until we meet on moor top to speak volumes.
And its last day as holiday, a fragile remorse
With penance for lost moments without delight;
As the cold gives its way,
The warmer days peeks in.
A contest entry
- Help Me Find My Holiday Spirit by A63-Angel.
550 points, ended November 19, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please review and give your opinion to me so I can nurture my scribbling. Please
Comments
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This is a great entry for the contest!! Good luck. I enjoyed it very much. You have a really unique style of writing. keep that ink flowing!!
peace and light,
Kendal
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stunning! you described how I have been feeling so beautifully. nicely done and thank you for entering.
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