Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.

Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.

On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.

Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily. 

Thank you and have fun!


PS: The word for December is REINDEER.

17 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. WOM Harrison 12/1/22

    the deer reign

    the deer reign
    bells tinkle
    stars glitter
    angels sing

    elves hasten
    Santa gift-wraps
    Ms Santa
    clicks her heels

    all are merry
    after all
    The deer reign over all!

    all rights

  2. New This Year!

    Santa loves his reindeer
    (the song shows this is true!)
    But maybe this year Santa
    should try out something new!

    I’d recommend some corgis
    to pull his sleigh so quick.
    They’re fast and oh-so-loving,
    They just might do the trick!

    I’d loan him my four corgis
    to start him on his way.
    They’ll work hard for kibble
    and lots of North Pole play.

    And when it comes to “tipping”
    the corgis won’t ask much –
    just share a plate of cookies
    and Santa’s gentle touch.

    So Santa – whatcha thinking?
    Does this sound like a plan?
    Just answer before Christmas –
    We’ll help you if we can!

  3. For the Glass Encrusted Reindeer at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and Kohei Nawa

    Was it you?
    It was someone like you.

    Someone’s kind hands found me,
    restored my frame,
    made me shine.

    No more hunger,
    no more mate wars.

    I am even more beautiful.
    I am dazzling.
    What surround me is a fresh stream,
    air full of moisture, shoots of new growth.

    But me? Now? I don’t play
    reindeer games.
    I just dazzle…and keep looking.

    by Linda Trott Dickman
    (image that inspired this poem)

  4. December
    By Linda Boyden©2022

    December morning, crisp and bright,
    Icy cold, pale sunlight.

    December noon, best for play,
    We crunch in snow and slide away!

    December night, sparkling clear,
    Tucked in bed hoping to hear
    the jingle-jangle of eight tiny reindeer,
    and Santa crying, “Ho, ho, ho and merry good cheer!”

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