I always write a poem for my friend and I'm stuck...PLEASE help?

Question

My friend's birthday is a week before Christmas and in her bard I always write a poem that start with "Twas the week before Christmas and...."

I can't think of ANYTHING! I am completely stuck....could you lend me some help PLEASE?

Thankz and Happy Holidays!

Answer 1

Twas the week before Christmas and i am here in a funk;
I want to write something but don't want it to be junk.
To me you are everything always in my heart, so it is there that i would try and start.
Please know i am with you forever and a day, to cry, to love to tenderly play.
Please remember i always will trust in the bond that no one else shares.
Please remember that i love you and care.
I loved to do something you would cherish forever, something wild, crazy or clever.
But all i can think of is to right you this poem even though i am not quite sure of where it is going.
Happy holidays to you for you are my friend the best i have had or will ever till the end.

Answer 2

"In Her Bard" was initially confusing, but in the strict sense it may still be? CASTE of....... is a critical term describing Bard

A bard was one of a caste of poets and scholars of medieval and early modern Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Cornwall.

I feel like you stating "I always", suggests this isn't the first composition you've gifted her with. While you offer no detail about past "gifts"...Style, etc., it might be difficult to offer strict verbage, etc.

Hopefully you have copies, and will garner from them some long standing style, theme, period, in those, and re-create the same without being redundant?

The beginning certainly is OK, although not at all medieval.

Do you use Rhyme?

"Twas the week before Christmas, and at least; I felt strife.

I wanted to gift you, to impact your life."

Etc.

Certainly a challenge for us without some pertinent details.

Steven Wolf
My Two Cents

Answer 3

Oh. I am so glad this was in the section. Good for you so here it is: I picture him as if his smile were alive, more than a thumbnail would show; for poetry and it's unlimited drive can cross vast distances, you know. A storyteller from a land where stories are bound and beaten; a bard and a gentleman as well, who could, by the Beast, be eaten. If he can not reach out from his land to give us the might of his voice, how can we learn to stop all the hate simply by making the right choice? Himedal, your Deathless Star shines brightly still, though you are far.

Answer 4

Try rhymezone if u have an idea but cant think of rhymes. it helps if ur stuck. or maybe use the internet to find one. good luck. ;)

Answer 5

Tis' the season to be jolly.
Someone's birthday is gonna be falling.
Falalalala....