Posts with the tag “poem”

Reflections at Night (Poem)
by Wordworkers on December 12th, 2023
Lights twinkle, lights sparkle, lights glimmer in nightAs bitter cold wind swirls around the treetops.The streets are all empty, with no cars in sight,And bright glows the neon in dark, lonely shops.I sit in my rocker and stare at the darkTo ponder anew at my place in this life.I used to be worried, and so lost my spark,And turned on my self, and inflicted with strife.But then, like the dawning of...  Read More
Copy, Paste - Poem
by Aaron Achartz on December 19th, 2022
You must sing your own song and rejoice. I can’t just copy, paste, I must sing with my own voice...  Read More
Creates the Artist - Poem
by Aaron Achartz on December 14th, 2022
Creates the artist and next to them Fate, wicked, stands...  Read More
Hope - Poem
by Aaron Achartz on December 12th, 2022
It glimmers, distant, a far off lantern/Beyond the furthest mountain,/Nearly lost amongst the stars.  Read More
Inviting Acrostic Poem
by Aaron Achartz on December 5th, 2022
Into the world we are sent...  Read More
Haiku Triptych
by Aaron Achartz on November 28th, 2022
Barren pines keep watch  Read More
LOVE (Susan Ault)
by Aaron Achartz on December 21st, 2021
[The following is a poem from Journeys: An Anthology of Adult Student Writing 2012 produced by The Minnesota Literacy Council.  Susan Ault shared this book and uses it in her work with adult English language learners through the Hopkins Schools.  Her students also contribute to the annual editions of this anthology.]LOVELove is a grateful thing.Love is with a pure heart.Love is with a charity hear...  Read More
Advent Acrostic Poem (WordWorkers)
by Aaron Achartz on December 18th, 2021
As snow falls andDays grow short,Valleys and mountainsEcho the first calls ofNoelTo the world.Here we awaitOur infant Lord,Peaceful and long-Expected redeemer.After our first candle is litNew hopes of the season come:That we might know peaceIn turbulent times and that we mightCapture some of the faith that has wavered.In hoping for safety and health we pray“Please, LordAnticipateThe needs we see a...  Read More
A Christmas Prayer (Susan Ault)
by Aaron Achartz on December 16th, 2021
[This poem is from To Open Your Mind (2006), a collection of writings by adult learners in Minnesota published by the Minnesota Literacy Council and was provided by Susan Ault.] Every day is the same, just like the others,Missin’ my family, especially my mother.She and my brother did show up at the last court date,But wrongly informed ‘bout the room, and it was already too late.Judge told me and “...  Read More
Advent (Mim Kagol)
by Aaron Achartz on December 2nd, 2021
Go to the window and see.At five o’clock in early Decemberday fades fast across the neighborhoodand night, heavy and inevitable,spreads its weight.The weary light tremblesover yards and driveways,is pushed aside, andtwilight settles in.Now established, the night growsinto a backdrop for holiday cheer:strings of glowing gumdrops, foolishand joyful, that loop in trees and lightthe eaves and roofline...  Read More
Advent Sonnet (Rolf Olson)
by Aaron Achartz on December 23rd, 2020
In this season of frigid days with darkAnd colder nights, the family gathers near,Rekindling older holidays to sparkMemories of ones we've always held dear.Around the house and the kitchen tableOur hearts, both young and old, feel freer, lighterThan when we're left alone.  By this we're ableTo find our Christmas dreams burn much brighter.Sometimes the ones around the table are thereIn only thought...  Read More
A Melty Fortress (Rolf Olson)
by Aaron Achartz on December 16th, 2020
A snowy fortress stood on the edge of townAcross the street from Richard’s house aroundFour blocks from home, in the drifted westWhere winds would give winter clothes a test.We built the sturdy fort, my brother PaulAnd many friends, with hidden keep, and allThe hardened walls we knew would never failSince they were iced by water from many a pailWe’d lugged across the street from Richard’s home.One...  Read More
Cookies (Rolf Olson)
by Aaron Achartz on December 9th, 2020
Coming through the back door, the smellOf fresh molasses cookies cast its spellOn my brother and me home from school.Mom had dozens in the kitchen to cool.We knew the ones done to a perfect turnWere for guests and neighbors, not ours to earn,Ask for, or sneak when we came through the door,But even the burned ones had us asking for more.They say hope springs eternal in the human breast;I think that...  Read More
Snowflake Poem (Rolf Olson)
by Aaron Achartz on December 2nd, 2020
snow graphic by Oana Mihaela Trif from  Read More