While the worried world of war weeps, People panic and pray for peace. Terrified to face the fear, afraid to fight for freedom. Stranded souls surely suffer, Silent screams stir the somber air. Searching for salvation, Sudden sacrifice, such a sad and somber site. Tattered towns torn asunder, Trembling hands tightly tether. Hope hangs heavily in heavy hearts, Constant cacophony, cruelty in the crowd. Crashing catastrophe, confidence crushed. Harmony harshly hushed.

Beneath the beams of the bright moonlight, brave and bold, he fights the fight. Clashing with claws of creatures concealed, courageously he carves through the cursed field.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.

Small stars in the sky Are still sad smiles Speaking softly in a safe space. Scared to show significant soft spots for fear of sneers So, search silently for the stars in your sky. Small smiles are still significant for small stars. Soon, with specks of kindness, small stars smile.

Broccoli and cheese Dinner rolls Cranberries Casseroles

Lighting up the Christmas tree Stockings on the fireplace Everybody is happy Holding hands and saying grace

Gifts with bows Christmas lights Sweet potatoes Starry nights

Christmas spirit in the air Carolers singing merry tunes Smiling faces everywhere Holidays are coming soon

Christmas songs on the radio Dinner simmering on the stove Snow falling outside the window This is the place that I call home

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(A/N: I know this didn’t really follow the prompt but I really wanted to write a Thanksgiving poem! I hope you all have an amazing holiday and don’t forget to be grateful ❤️ thank you so much for reading and leave feedback if you wish!)

Little lilacs love Calming clouds above Green grass below Shimmering flakes of snow Red Roses reach People passing preach Bushes bound with thorns Women walking warn The gods give us gifts Minds make mischief Folks feel free Talking to the trees

Liar, liar, lives in leisure Cuts all corners carelessly Liar, liar, lacking limits Coolly, cruelly, calm and keen

…attributes, always belying belief in the beauty of consistent consonants and consonance, Creating dramatic, detailed depictions of eerily-earthy enjoyment, Forever floundering fondly from gray-matter given generously, Having had hardly the headspace initially intended for justly jubilant jocularity, Keeps a kinetic kaleidoscope living, Long-last lauded, Metaphorically-metered in the muck and mire, Never knowing the natural openness others opine, Perceiving perpetual progress—quintessentially, quite a quagmire; Relatively relaxed (in relation to standard sonnet or succinct tome), To teach us—uneducated underlings—various vicarious visions, Wheels of wondering, Wasted examinations, X-rays of exquisitely youthful yarns, Yearning for zany zestfullness, Too zealous to admit to admiring alliterative…

An absolute agony Storms in me, Physically pulling prayers My mouth barely remembers how to speak.

The prayers lack power, Pure poison promises I’m losing my mind, I may never bounce back, just break.

I used to think That love could fix Whatever had been broken Until I watched divorce divide the family I held dear.

Songs of sad stories Light our long paths Through thick woods Of self salvaging.

The shadow of our solitary shelter Shifted our unsettled souls Into the spotlight

We must make up for our misdeeds To others, To ourselves.

We judged unjustly, We withheld our worth, refused rest, granted little grace.

We can… Recover our compassion, Renew our neighbors, Uplift our love for life.

Bitter sweet berries Mind in the merry Thinking about what’s going on inside I wanna be alright don’t gotta cry But Sometimes i wanna die It’s eating me inside They’re telling me lies It’s better on the other side