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Coloring Outside The Lines
Coloring Outside The Lines by Stephen Wilson Our purple fingered teacher passedOut sheets that smelled of alcohol. Our kindergarten class was toldTo crayon in all train car barsOr else our tigers might escape.The choice of tiger stripes we madeWas any color that we...
Colors passing through us
Colors passing through us by Marge Piercy Purple as tulips in May, mauveinto lush velvet, purpleas the stain blackberries leaveon the lips, on the hands,the purple of ripe grapessunlit and warm as flesh.Every day I will give you a color,like a new flower in a bud...
If only life was a colouring book
If only life was a colouring book by John Edward Smallshaw ..and then we could colour in,madly fall fuller in and becausecolouring can be erasedwe can do it for days and daysand if the years pass me byI'll just colour me one more blue sky. Dot to dot's duller we only...
Colouring Book
Colouring book by Blind Aesthetic life is a colouring bookPeople are the crayonsExperiences are the variousShades of those crayonsLive life to the fullestDo it with your friends and familyFill in that colouring book And don't be afraid To go outside of the lines
Colouring Under The Light
Colouring Under The Light by Mitta I believe that my purpose is to colour you right;be artistic on you all night.Be bright under the dimmed light.Hold and squeeze your crayons tight.Just the two of us; no one else in sight;because my purpose is to colour you right.Me...
Word of The Day Obstinate
Stubbornly refusing to change one’s opinion or chosen course of action, despite attempts to persuade one to do so
The Human Seasons
The Human Seasons By John Keats Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man:He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span:He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honied cud of...
Poetry and Spoken Word: Where Words Come Alive
Poetry and Spoken Word: Where Words Come Alive At Emerald Book Club, poetry is more than written lines on a page — it is voice, rhythm, emotion, and connection. Our Poetry & Spoken Word series creates a space where language is felt as much as it is heard. This...
What is Booktok? For Book Lovers
What is Booktok BookTok is a vibrant subcommunity on TikTok where users (BookTokers) create and share short videos about books, including reviews, recommendations, emotional reactions, and literary memes, sparking trends and significantly boosting book sales,...
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry Poem by Walt Whitman FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also faceto face.Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curiousyou are to me!On the ferry-boats,...
Laziness
Laziness by Robert W Service Let laureates sing with rapturous swingOf the wonder and glory of work;Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeachThe indolent wretches who shirk.No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fightIt's the slackers who go to the wall;So...
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December Days
December Days by Caleb Prentiss Ruthless winter's rude careerComes to close the parting year;Fleecy flakes of snow descend,Boreal winds the welkin rend.Reflect, oh man! and well rememberThat dull old age is dark December;For soon the year of life is gone,When hoary...
Fragment 3 Come, come thou bleak December wind
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Come, come thou bleak December wind,And blow the dry leaves from the tree!Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, DeathAnd take a Life that wearies me.
On December 21 by Amos Russel Wells
Now let the weather do its worst,
With frost and sleet and blowing,
Rage like a beldam wild and curst,
And have its fill of snowing.
Now let the ice in savage vise
Grip meadow, brook, and branches,
Down from the north pour winter forth
In roaring avalanches.
December By Drew Osmond
Never Have I felt a December
So cold, so lonely.
The walk along the lake,
That changed a fate
The stumble in the snow,
I didn’t let go.
Bittersweet December by Christina
So tired of all the memories
It brings me back to you
And I can’t help but wonder
How I’ll go on another year
Fighting all these demons
That remind me you’re not here
December by Joseph Herron
Child of the grand old winter,
December floateth by;
And the ground without is bare and white
As the moon in the cloudless sky.
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