Christmastime

~ ~M ~ 41 Comments

Christmastime

Strings of white lights
Strung all around
Soft petaled snowflakes
Falling to the ground
Joyous carolers
Spreading musical cheer
Everyone reminiscing
About another great year
Wide-eyed children
Gathered round each tree
Meeting with Santa
And sitting on his knee
Secret mistletoe kisses
In candlelit rooms
Red poinsettias
Never failing to bloom
Warm eggnog cocktails
And bobble-filled wreaths
Celebrating a season
Full of many beliefs
Garland draped windows
With snowy white scenes
These are the memories
From our childhood dreams

© 2022 Michelle Cook

*I’ve decided to start doing more drawings to go with my poems.  I don’t draw nearly enough and I feel like my skills need improving.  So… I am going to do a weekly drawing and write a poem to go with each one.  I guess by deciding this, I’m sort of starting my New Years resolutions early,  What do y’all think?  Any other ideas for how I can improve my drawing skills while still keeping up with my poetry? ~M

Life’s doorways

~ ~M ~ 17 Comments

There’s a doorway to destruction;
it seems to find me every day;
I take different paths to avoid it
and look for the merrier way.

There’s also a doorway to delight;
it finds me less than other doors;
oh, but when it does find me,
I’m sent up a hundred floors!

There’s a doorway to regret
and another that opens to grief;
thankfully, neither stays open long,
so that’s quite a relief.

There’s also a doorway to peace
and another that leads to fun;
both are best enjoyed
walking through with a bit of sun.

My favorite door of all
is the one that leads to love,
but I have to be open to finding it,
sometimes needing a little shove.

There’s a doorway to adventure,
one that I look for every day,
and when I eventually find it,
It’s like being on holiday.

Some doors are pretty,
and others I’m afraid to touch,
but those that are welcoming
always mean so much.

I’m excited yet cautious
to see where most of them go;
I know if I’m too afraid to open one,
I’ll never really know.

The right door for me
might be the wrong door for you;
I guess none of us will ever know
until we’ve opened quite a few.

I’m grateful for so many choices
and the opportunities to succeed;
I hope you find your door today,
the one you really need.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/doorway-beach-opening-entrance-981803/

Silent killer

~ ~M ~ 35 Comments

Silent killer,
invisible threat,
wrapped around my heart
like an all-consuming net.
Tugging, squeezing,
barely able to breathe,
this is the reason
why I endlessly grieve.
The elephant in the room
gets heavier on my heart,
feels like my insides
are being ripped apart.
Loss is a thing
I cannot seem to bear;
still, the weight of it
follows me everywhere.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/waterdrop-grief-trauerkarte-4447343/

I can’t live without you…

~ ~M ~ 26 Comments

If only everyone were like you,
but then you wouldn’t be so special to me.
It’s your uniqueness that makes me adore you,
and you’re all that I can see.
There isn’t another I’d rather spend my time with;
nobody else will ever do.
You’re the one I want to share my whole life with;
I just can’t live without you.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/love-word-heart-text-seem-red-771009/