December

by aaron 1 remo   Nov 19, 2005


Golden morning light breaks through my window.
giving my room a peacefully inviting, warming glow.
The trees are white spiders frozen in the air.
it's warm in my room but freezing out there.
i lay in the comfort of my big warm bed.
but there's a thought that won't keep running in my head.
sure it's great! nice and warm for me.
i live in a life full of privilege and luxury.
Jack frost visits everyone the same.
no matter of class status or even name.
think of those who spend every day,
living their lives in an open doorway.
now when it's cold and when you're in your bed,
perhaps you'll have the same thoughts running through your head.

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  • 15 years ago

    by mosha

    Totally love it

  • 17 years ago

    by sanjia

    Your an excellent writer!! very good!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Lovely Bones

    That is absolutely beautiful. I especially love the twist at the end, for it was really unexpected until you keep going furthur down. Great job on this one my friend. So relevant to society and everyday life. I especially love this line "Jack frost visits everyone the same.
    no matter of class status or even name"

    I LOVE that! It holds a real lesson that everyone on this earth should know. A real thought provoker. It's wierd, because I feel like that on winter mornings, and I take it for granted, even though I know it shouldn't. This poem gave me a different perspective, LOVE IT!!! Can't really say much more then that ;P

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Another great poem! good imagery and descriptions, and a good message! :) the only problem i find with it, is that you use the word warm a lot, maybe you could use different words and i think it would flow better then! great poem! xox

  • 17 years ago

    by Natalie

    This was awesome! Loved the last line. Really cool! Tehe, And the way you opened up the poem was good aswell. && Thanks for your comments =D 5/5

    `taleee xx

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