24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
New year’s eve doesn’t hold the magic it used to.
It’s just another year gone, then another year born.
I write down New Year’s resolutions in my journal and I look forward to that.
But nothing more.
And it’s okay.
Every holiday doesn’t need a party or spending lots of money.
You just need peace to go on.
I yearn for peace.
the darkest angel
proclaims the suns returning
God’s deliverance.
Text Prompt
Write poem about any holiday in December/early January.
Contributed by Nancy Ann Smith.
there is comfort in safety in ______
coming home to find things exactly as you left them
falling into patterns, habits that
guide routines and
make you feel at home
________ is home
________ is peace, contentment
________ is looking at myself in the mirror as I walk by and not realizing this is what I look like
________ is baking a cake to share it with my flatmates
________is coming home to a made bed and an empty house
falling onto clean sheets and waiting for sleep to come
but the danger of ________ is stagnancy
the danger of ________ is slowly beginning to boil alive withput realising
there is a difference between ________ and good,
between comfort and beneficiality
between safety and suffering for the sake of stability
________ can be sleeping only three hours between work shifts and
drinking an entire thermos of coffee at work to stay awake
________ can be doing overtime every day but hiding it from your boss to make sure you don’t get in trouble
________ can be taking over your colleagues work because how else
are you ever gonna finish
________ can be slowly losing joy and not even realizing.
________ can suck without you realizing, but because it is ________,
you never deign to question it.
you keep asking for things to go back to ________ without realizing you’re actually asking for things to get better.
if you keep asking for ________, you’ll never realize you’re already there,
walking in circles,
waiting for a standard of the past
to become reality again.
there is a new measuring stick
use it, and stop waiting for things to go back to ________.
“Dear Friend”
Dear friend,
You’ve always been here for me.
Through the little, big, and “earth shattering” changes.
And while I’m eternally grateful,
A simple thank you just won’t do.
So instead, I’ll share with the world
That you’re my best friend
And I’m so happy you’re in my life!
Thank you SOOOOOOOO much for all you do.
Is the cup half empty or half full?
They cancelled the outdoor party. The reservoir is less than hearty.
We have a game to play. My lawn’s burned out and looks like hay.
It’s an outdoor concert. The fires are raging. You’re now on the spot. Do you want the rain or not?
p.s. Please turn the faucet off while brushing your teeth. ( The preceding has been a public service poem)
Ah now, that same old song and dance
wrapping yourself up in the mess of choices and emotions
You can feel them struggling can’t you
Blurring together until nothing is left
until your heart is empty
and your stomach is tied up in so many knots you can’t tell if it’s from the food
or the hitch in your voice during last week’s phone call
A few deep breaths may help
detangle
sort them into neat boxes
that can be pulled from at a moment’s notice
until next time
While it may not be official
it’s the sweetest holiday to me
the final week of classes
before winter break
The clackity-clack of the keys
as students pound out
their final thoughts
documenting sources MLA
One by one
they shuffle to the printer
as it moans under the workload
hundreds of mediocre pages
The celebratory mini-stapler
my name and office number
inked on its side
clip-pips another masterpiece
Nicely done, I say
with a handshake, hug, high-five
Have a wonderful break
You deserve it!
What surprises me most
is how some hang back
unable to end it all
by walking out the door
They linger, chat about what’s next
simply want to hold timeless
the comfort of the familiar
the known
Get on with your life, I say
Shooing them out the door
The greatest celebration
isn’t that they’re gone
but knowing they have
moved on
[Prompt 10: Write poem about any holiday in December/early January.]
— Using the image —
{TRIGGER WARNING: Resources below}
The Angel’s blue glow,
surrounds everything I know
And instills a feeling in my chest —
Sweet promises of safety
and rest.
And within the blue glow,
There’s a fire that I know;
Your soul is at its best.
The glow of Acceptance
brings peace to this empty Nest.
Out is the world
With sun and plants and strays and rain
Out is alive
With little bugs and weeds and flowers
Out is new everyday
With the same scenery different somehow
Out is colorful
With splashes of rainbow here and there
Out is fun
With new people and their old lives
Out is a dream
With me here in this small space
Out is where I wish to be
Breathing fresh air is such a fantasy!