Here's a nice poem I wrote about winter! Is anyone else so excited for the holidays that they're already wearing santa hats daily? Or is that just me?

Winter

snowflakes and flurries

white cotton imitations

piled high

beneath a bedecked fir

firelight gleams

off the shining star

and reflecting

in the many orbs

hung with silver string

hot, spiced cider

sweet gingerbread

and striped candy canes

marshmallows in a steaming mug

children laughing

packing snow into stacked spheres

with rosy cheeks and dancing eyes

we sit, together

blanket held close

to ward off the chill

but tuck close to winter

shops all aglow

a candle-lit village

adorned

with tinsel wreaths

and jingle bells

to welcome winter

home.

Out stretches the glistening

Ballroom floor

Running on and forwards

For what seems like

An eternal, tortured existence

High climb the walls, towering

Cold and grey

In their splendor,

Sparkling; though devoid of life.

Stretching gardens, silent;

A disguised birdcage 

Of thornéd roses, gilded

Caltraps inlaid, encrusted with gems.

Here rise the powerful,

The strong and the beauties,

Unloved and long-wrongéd,

Where the weak are trampled, unknown;

Where those on the inside yearn

To escape, those outside

Dream to enter and

Tear each other apart for the right

To do so.

This is the truth of the palace.

~~~~~

I don't know why everything I write takes such a dark turn now, I was just trying to get that cold, sprawling palace feel (T-T)

I guess I'll try again tomorrow. 

This is a poem I wrote a couple weeks ago based on what I got when I was just tapping the middle box on my phone's keyboard over and over. I basically just inserted punctuation and deleted the stutters, and it ended up being sort of profound! Sorry in advance for any weird formatting.

Thank Love

A poem based on iOS text prediction software

“The Campaign, I can get a hold on the Campaign for you

and let you see that you have a chance.

I will send it in the mail to know what you need for the Campaign

thank you for your email 

and thank me 

thank everyone 

for all that you have to do 

I hope you’re having fun and I love how

I love to see your love 

I hope you’re doing ok 

I hope you’re having fun 

I love how you’re doing 

thank me 

thank love 

love, how are you doing today?

thank me for your help 

thank me for your love 

I hope you’re having fun, love 

how are your dear love?

how you doing?

this is a good time.

thank love for you, for your love and joy and love.”

“you know how I could get a new job for a month 

and I can do that with my family

in my joy

for you to get your email out and then you have a chance 

and you see that you’re having fun 

and I hope you get to a great time 

thank love, thank you for all that 

I hope you’re doing ok 

I love how I can get a chance 

(and get some sleep)

and I’m going out of town 

(and I’m not doing ok

I’m going out of my joy)

I hope you get to see your face 

thank love for the hope 

you have a good time at the end 

(I’m sorry for you)

I love how I can do that 

you have a good day love 

(how I can get a good day)

I hope you’re having fun and with your family.

I hope you’re having a good time.”

The sea is like an endless desert, 

brimming with molten emerald 

and powdered pearl

The sea rages on forever, 

like the forsaken souls trapped beneath 

her storm-stricken troubled waters

She sings her haunting song, 

full of bitter lament; tears dripping, 

salting herself for what could have been

She softens jagged seaglass, 

rounder; soothing seething anger 

and easing broken edges

Her waves caress you softly; her beautiful colours 

shining, welcoming sailors home and 

saving those thought lost to society 

For she welcomes all; 

the sirens, the selkis, 

the mer-people, all manner of marine-life;

And now she reaches forth to you, 

her ever-glorious loveliness calling; 

Will you take her hand, return to your roots of the sea? 

Or will you tear away, sentencing yourself 

to alone agonize 

for all eternity?

A Poem Made Up On The Spot

by Honeybee 

A cold frosted window

the water of a running river

running towards home

following the path

made by the stars

The stars that I see in your eyes

when you look in the sky

those stars

The ones that make you forget

the pain and past because instead

the infinite sky is a blanket

and it wraps you in

and you look back out the

frosted window

see the water of the running river

and pull on your boots

and run, like the water

I look out the 

frosted window

and see you. 

sometime in the evening.

drunk on cheap chocolate & cider i 

tip my head back. and let the tears slide down the

back of my throat, cold & salty

as i stare into the eyes of the slightly messed up & lonely

girl in the mirror. lash line a mess, 

pink-rimmed and dripping sparkly white

eyeshadow-mixed rivulets.

1, 2, 3, take a breath

at least i'm kinda pretty this way.   

critique appreciated! I'm not sure I like the way I split up the lines but here I am 

"Hmm," I thought,

"if he's her friend

he must be worth

getting to know."

P. S. He wasn't.