Watching the snowflake falling
Like a soft hopeful dream
As your Christmas smile beamed
Bringing a Christmas spirit calling
Like a relaxing unforgettable daydream
Your happiness is like a refreshing never ending stream
Let all the house’s Christmas spirit gelling
Christmas is sweet like chocolate cream
The Christmas spirit is gleaming.
In a peaceful town where snowflakes dance,
The essence of Christmas brightens the chance,
Through glowing windows with tales yet to reveal,
Caring hearts come together as winter winds steal.
Shimmering lights adorn the pine trees high,
The aroma of cookies drifts softly by,
Singers gather, their laughter fills the air,
As the magic of Christmas draws loved ones to share.
Stockings are placed by the hearth with delight,
Whispers of hopes float sweetly through the night,
A sleigh bell echoes in the stillness profound,
While stars overhead shimmer, scattered around.
With every gift wrapped, a promise unfolds,
Of love and kindness, and joy that enfolds,
In every heart, this season so bright,
Brings togetherness and warmth, a pure delight.
So let’s toast to the moments that hold,
To the memories cherished, like treasures of old,
May peace fill our homes and love light the way,
Wishing each one a Merry Christmas Day!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet about the town
But in our house the sherries and warm cider were going down;
As the evening wore on we witnessed Dad dance
The younger guests stole away for quiet romance;
The whiskies and brandies now available to pour
The children begging Dad to drink no more.
With Santa on his way the kiddies were now sleeping
Mam in the kitchen listening to carols and weeping;
Dad in the garden assembling the new swings
Getting nowhere fast, being one of those annual things;
Finding it difficult by torchlight and with foreign instructions
Well of course we all know there were bound to be ructions;
Frustrated by foreign language and diagrammatic art
The biggest problem of all was that he was very, very drunk;
Defeated and downhearted he clambered upstairs
Never again, he solemnly declares;
The moral of this story is obvious and true
Christmas in Llanelli might not be for you.
It twinkles, it shimmers, it sparkles
As we sit back and watch
Our gorgeous Christmas tree
It shines bright in the darkness
As we sit back and watch
Our red and gold Christmas tree
It brings happiness to our hearts
As we hang up
Our special Cristmas baubles on our pine Christmas tree
The parents secretly smile to themselves
As the children play around
Our magicaly diverse Christmas tree
We chitter in delight
As we tear open wrapping paper
From Christmas presents underneath our family Chrismas tree
Do not cut me, cried the tree, I give you free air.
Under my leaves you rest.
I give you fruits.
If you make me live these will carry on.
I’ve enter many competitions
I won 4 out of 11 (not on Poetry Zone)
But that was the past, and I’m trying many more this weekend.
First I’m entering 6 online skill tests
then 2 luck contests
Then I’m doing a competition with a friend.
And this is why people say
“Don’t be nervous, be confident.”
And when someone says that to me, it helps me believe,
I may be bad, but I can be better
And it also really helps.
So, no matter what, just believe.
BOYS think that they’re in control
but us girls have a right
Some boys can be stronger than girls
but today some boys in my class hurt me
GIRLS are preppy
girls are emo
but girls are NOT to be controlled
we are NOT puppets
so stay away because
we will rip your heads off
now leave us ALONE
In the quiet of the night, I sit and pore,
Over pages filled with knowledge, seeking more.
Days of study, nights of restless sleep,
Moments of doubt, and promises to keep.
Words and numbers dance before my eyes,
Equations swirl like stars across the skies.
The weight of expectation, heavy on my chest,
A journey of learning, a relentless quest.
But in this hour, as the dawn draws near,
I feel a whisper of hope, dispelling fear.
For every question tackled, every hurdle crossed,
Is a testament to perseverance, no matter the cost.
With each stroke of the pen, each answer penned,
I reclaim my strength, refusing to bend.
For knowledge gained is more than mere marks,
It’s a testament to resilience, a journey embarked.
The clock’s hands circle, slow and fast,
Moments merge, the future, past,
Each question faced with courage bold,
The pen, a sword, the heart, its gold.
Books and notes, a sleepless night,
The candle’s glow, the dawn’s first light,
Pages turned with fervent care,
Knowledge gained through heart and prayer.
And as the exam concludes, and time stands still,
I find solace in the knowledge, and a quiet thrill.
For success is not defined by grades alone,
But by the courage to face challenges, fully grown.
So here’s to the journey, the struggles faced,
To the wisdom gained and the goals embraced.
For in the pursuit of knowledge, we find our way,
A testament to perseverance, day by day.