December By Drew Osmond

December By Drew Osmond

by | Dec 1, 2025 | December Poems, Love Poems, Sad Poems

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.

The daring walk,
Onto thin ice
Are you watching?
My attempts to see a rise in you.
So delicate was that goodbye
Darkness, up the long road
Upon the destination, no one knew

I ran home,
To see you waiting there.
You waited for me,
For hours I guessed.
This time a true
Goodbye

We made a plan,
So sketchy at first.
Maybe Just nervous?
Never knowing, what could unfold
We changed our plans.
Much more bold.

I rambled on,
For hours it seemed.
Until we arrived,
To a bran new scene

Both so nervous,
But we knew what we wanted.
I motioned you closer,
No cold shoulder.
Comfortably sat,
Until the movie was over

We met some friends, later that night
Continued to smile,
Be polite.
Just dreaming of holding you tight
I think I might…

A gentle kiss upon your lips
I did not miss.

Out in the cold, yet,
All I felt was warmth
The warmness of you and I,
Another night
Goodbye

Sit next to me in the morning,
The bell is ringing…
I’m ignoring
So captivated by your smile.
Again I depart.
Goodbye.

The night before Christmas eve,
We stayed awake for hours
Until our wish
Had finally come true

Its been a year
Since that December
And yet I miss you,
Just as much as I remember

That December so warm,
Now it plagues me with cold
No longer we are.
Growing old
Goodbye

December,
December!
How I hate you now
Drown my mind
In your white lies.

No longer,
Can I see your eyes
I have grown old of these,
goodbyes…

December
The month that will,
Confuse me forever
Lost in the blizzard
Of my mind
We always say that, “truth is hard to find”
Goodbye

DECEMBER
goodbye…

Bittersweet December by Christina

Bittersweet December by Christina

by | Dec 1, 2025 | December Poems, Poems, Sad Poems

Bittersweet December by
Christina O 

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 

It’s a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can’t change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 

I go back to that day 
And picture the last time 
It breaks me down
And I fall to my knees
Asking why?
Why? 

It’s a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can’t change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 

One year passes, now almost two
And I’m scared to face it
But somehow you know 
And the day though dark 
Was suddenly turned brighter

A beautiful little face
Born on this day 

It’s a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can’t change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 

It’s a bittersweet December 
And though it haunts me all the time
I can finally breath again
With the miracle you’ve blessed

In this bittersweet December

December by Joseph Herron

December by Joseph Herron

by | Dec 1, 2025 | Poems, December Poems, Winter Poems

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.

The wind blows cold and dreary,
Across the whitened plain;
And we see the oaks with their branches bare,
Through the frost on the window pane.

But within where the yule-log’s burning,
Each heart is happy and gay;
For the loving Prince of earth and Heaven,
Was born on Christmas day.

Then hail! grand old December,
We welcome you once more!
For the memory sweet of a night you bring,
That came in the days of yore.

December by Harvey Carson Grumbine

December by Harvey Carson Grumbine

by | Dec 1, 2025 | December Poems, Poems, Winter Poems

December by Harvey Carson Grumbine

High like skeletons grim
The trees hold up their arms;
The last leaf’s hurried from its limb
By the tempest’s wild alarms;
The river ripples gray and cold,
And autumn’s o’er like a story told.

Deep in the lonely wood
The leaves lie thickly strown;
The timorous rabbit finds him food,
The snow-bird seeks his own;
The cricket long has ceased his song,
For the breath of winter’s cold and strong.

Close to the level plain
The snow clings like a sheet;
The chimney moans as if in pain,
Lashed by the hissing sleet;
And all good men are glad to be
Where the Yule-log sparkles merrily.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Robert Frost, Poems, Poetry, Winter Poems

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Poem by Robert Frost

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

‘Kind Hearts are the Gardens’ 

‘Kind Hearts are the Gardens’ 

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Kindness Poems, Poems, Poetry

Kind Hearts are the Gardens 

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 

Kind hearts are the gardens,

Kind thoughts are the roots,

Kind words are the flowers,

Kind deeds are the fruits.

Take care of your garden,

And keep out the weeds,

Fill it with sunshine;

Kind words and kind deeds.

Kindness Matters

Kindness Matters

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Kindness Poems, Poems, Poetry

Kindness Matters by Bedzines

Now before I begin this poem, allow me to preface it with a warning and play devil’s advocate for a moment. I know many who are kind of heart can have many second thoughts about being so ” out there ” with acts of kindness. Many might say it makes one too vulnerable to predators who will only see weakness and take advantage of such acts. That these acts of kindness are a horizontal rather than a vertical progression that can actually be an impediment to success and rise in the world we live in today. That they may actually be reason enough for others to belittle and cause pain.

IF SO.. Then WHY DO WE KEEP DOING THEM ?
Could it be because there is a sense of magic attached to the act of making one smile ; a sense of adventure that makes the heart pump faster of where this act may take one; an adrenalin rush that one can feel surging through their veins when one realizes that one has actually made a difference in someone else’s life..

Perhaps, THAT’S WHY WE DO IT!! Well, I for one, would not exchange those moments for ANYTHING else in this world; not for any pot of gold; not for any higher position, BECAUSE there is no greater feeling of fulfillment or grace then to be there for someone else in their time of need.. and with that said, I will begin my poem.

One act of kindness is all it takes.. To make the moon smile back..

One act of kindness is all it takes.. To feel the sun’s embrace..
One act of kindness is all it takes.. To turn a spark into a flame..

One act of kindness is all it takes.. To create a water fall..
One act of kindness is all it takes.. for a rainbow to show it’s colors..

One kind word is all it takes.. To put the world at peace..

One kind word is all it takes.. For bees to make their honey..

One kind word is all it takes.. To drown out all that thunder..

One kind word is all it takes.. To make the flowers blossom ..

One kind word is all it takes.. To shape one’s world to be..

If only one would take the time.. To be there for another.. Perhaps the world would.. Be more primed to dance and sing together..

And learn to understand.. Where another lives.. Perhaps they would be more inclined.. To live and let things be..

Perhaps the world would try to see.. The value of being ME !!

Kindness by Sylvia Plath

Kindness by Sylvia Plath

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Kindness Poems, Poems, Poetry

Kindness by Sylvia Plath

Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit’s cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.

Kindness by Edgar Albert Guest

Kindness by Edgar Albert Guest

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Kindness Poems, Life Poems, Poems

Kindness

One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
The deed forgotten reappears.

One kindly word
The souls of many here has stirred.
Man goes his way
And tells with every passing day,
Until life’s end:
“Once unto me he played the friend.”

We cannot say
What lips are praising us to-day.
We cannot tell
Whose prayers ask God to guard us well.
But kindness lives
Beyond the memory of him who gives.

Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

by | Nov 28, 2025 | Love Poems, Poems, Poetry

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death’s extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,-
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,-
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

Wilfred Owen

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