Is it already,
That time of year.
February,
Oh dear.
Kinda crazy,
How fast it passed.
Wonder maybe,
How time amassed.
Wishin’ I had,
More time to think.
Makes me sad,
When gifts stink.
Y’see, but I got,
No gifts to glean.
No hearts to spot,
On day fourteen.





































Madie Marquard • Feb 13, 2026 at 2:04 pm
This is a good poem. Nice Job, Tiris.
Rhiley dombrowski • Feb 13, 2026 at 2:02 pm
I love the poem very nice
Tiris Byrd • May 13, 2026 at 12:08 pm
Thank you, sir reginald