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Christmas Blessings
Trome
Forum Posts: 54
Fire of Insight
2
Joined 23rd June 2017Forum Posts: 54
Poetry Contest Description
Write me a ORIGINAL CLASSIC CHRISTMAS POEM
Well this month
Is My vacation
I have enough time to read
Some amazing poems
From you guys
God bless you all
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE
write me
A ORIGINAL CLASSIC
CHRISTMAS POEM
ANYTHING GOES
GOOD LUCK
robert43041
Viking
Forum Posts: 918
Viking
Tyrant of Words
43
Joined 30th July 2020 Forum Posts: 918
Dear Santa
In the song, she saw
Mommy kissing Santa
From my position behind the couch
Spying on Santa
I saw mommy approach
With her camera, all smiles
As she took the pictures,
Then she put the camera away
Approached Santa, and dropped her robe.
Yes, all the gifts were laid by the tree.
The last one to get laid was mommy.
A wonderful gift for Santa
Mommy kissing Santa
From my position behind the couch
Spying on Santa
I saw mommy approach
With her camera, all smiles
As she took the pictures,
Then she put the camera away
Approached Santa, and dropped her robe.
Yes, all the gifts were laid by the tree.
The last one to get laid was mommy.
A wonderful gift for Santa
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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robert43041
Viking
Forum Posts: 918
Viking
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 30th July 2020 Forum Posts: 918
Krampus
Krampus was at it again
Looking for bad kids
Making sure that they would not
Get even a small portion of coal
For warmth on these frosty nights.
He thought he had an open field
Until young Angela who was on the side
Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many
Are from birth so nasty and mean?)
Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws
(Ok: terribly long and well-lackered nails).
She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands
And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes.
That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond Hair of LIght,
Like an Archangel in his sight
Thus he did not dare go for a fight,
Instead took fright and flight
And disappeared into the night.
Looking for bad kids
Making sure that they would not
Get even a small portion of coal
For warmth on these frosty nights.
He thought he had an open field
Until young Angela who was on the side
Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many
Are from birth so nasty and mean?)
Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws
(Ok: terribly long and well-lackered nails).
She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands
And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes.
That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond Hair of LIght,
Like an Archangel in his sight
Thus he did not dare go for a fight,
Instead took fright and flight
And disappeared into the night.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Santas' Stout.
Hip- Hip-Hooray!
Santa's on his way. Seated beside him,is Mrs. Claus.
On his sleigh are all the presents he'll deliver around the world-
And also in his hand is his Guinness Stout,- he can't do without.
Mrs. Claus tells Santa that he's breaking the Law.
You can't drink and drive she says.
Its a Sleigh Santa Claus says,it doesn't count.
Of course it counts- you're driving the Sleigh 2 all the houses on the ground.
So,come what may,you can't drink your Stout whilst handling the Sleigh reigns.
OK.Ok- I won't drink while I'm driving the Sleigh says Santa.
Very good. Now, let's be on way,and may we have a safe journey says
Mrs. Claus 2 her husband Santa.
©Wired6.03/12/2021
Santa's on his way. Seated beside him,is Mrs. Claus.
On his sleigh are all the presents he'll deliver around the world-
And also in his hand is his Guinness Stout,- he can't do without.
Mrs. Claus tells Santa that he's breaking the Law.
You can't drink and drive she says.
Its a Sleigh Santa Claus says,it doesn't count.
Of course it counts- you're driving the Sleigh 2 all the houses on the ground.
So,come what may,you can't drink your Stout whilst handling the Sleigh reigns.
OK.Ok- I won't drink while I'm driving the Sleigh says Santa.
Very good. Now, let's be on way,and may we have a safe journey says
Mrs. Claus 2 her husband Santa.
©Wired6.03/12/2021
Written by Wired6
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Trome
Forum Posts: 54
Fire of Insight
2
Joined 23rd June 2017Forum Posts: 54
Good stuff here guys
Getting the popcorn ready
For poetry Reading and Netflix
Getting the popcorn ready
For poetry Reading and Netflix
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Dine_With_69
Forum Posts: 12
Lost Thinker
2
Joined 6th July 2021Forum Posts: 12
Tis The Season
There's only one place I'd like for you to go
That's standing beneath a hanging mistletoe
Wrapped in a red bow over a green lace negligee
You're the only gift I wanna open on Christmas day
Then take you away to parlay in front of the fire place
This naughty little drummer boy'll bring a smile to your face
As I erase your bah humbug spirit and fill you up with glee
You'll satiate my craving for some milk and cookies
There's no place else I'd rather be than to be in your presence
Your beauty's astonishing; you should be on the cover of Essence
An effervescent aura will be emitting like a sweet fragrance
While the Temptations are crooning, we'll sensually dance
Our romance will be silhouetted by the crackling flames
If walls could talk, they'll tell of our kinky reindeer games
There'll be no shame as our fame goes down in history
The story'll be that we started our Kwanzaa in pure ecstasy
That's standing beneath a hanging mistletoe
Wrapped in a red bow over a green lace negligee
You're the only gift I wanna open on Christmas day
Then take you away to parlay in front of the fire place
This naughty little drummer boy'll bring a smile to your face
As I erase your bah humbug spirit and fill you up with glee
You'll satiate my craving for some milk and cookies
There's no place else I'd rather be than to be in your presence
Your beauty's astonishing; you should be on the cover of Essence
An effervescent aura will be emitting like a sweet fragrance
While the Temptations are crooning, we'll sensually dance
Our romance will be silhouetted by the crackling flames
If walls could talk, they'll tell of our kinky reindeer games
There'll be no shame as our fame goes down in history
The story'll be that we started our Kwanzaa in pure ecstasy
Written by Dine_With_69
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
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Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Joined 13th May 2018Forum Posts: 363
'Twas the Night Before Christmas in a Cheap Hotel
with apologies to C. Moore
’Twas the night before Christmas and I couldn’t sleep—
My per diem demanded this hotel be cheap!
The whore in the next room sure put on a show
With her moaning and humping, entertaining her “beau.”
I turned on the tube just to drown out the sound
and “A Wonderful Life” was all that I found.
So I watched Jimmy Stewart to a soundtrack of lust
While that hooker kept grunting and yelling, nonplussed!
The sounds that she made were unlike anything
That I ever imagined that coitus could bring—
I beard banging and singing and moaning galore
I was duly impressed by that tart’s répertoire!
Soon the movie was over, but not so her noise
From deep down in her lungs, her faux sexual joys!
She had mastered the art of performance in bed
And then silence! I assumed she was giving him head…
Sure enough, soon the noise returned, louder and lewd
But, this time, she wasn’t the one getting screwed!
I heard whipping, and thrashing, and masculine weeps
She was more than a whore, and now playing for keeps!
Her voice was now calmer, aggressive, and strong—
She wasn’t a hooker, I’d got it all wrong!
She, a Pro-Dominatrix, then tortured her “john”
I listened, transfixed, it was quite a turn-on!
Ignoring his pleas, she went straight to her work
By bruising his manhood with jerk after jerk.
Then, shoving her strap-on deep inside his ass
She made him her bitch as his prostate got thrashed!
I sprang to my feet, pressed my ear to the wall
He was crying! I think she was busting his balls!
I gasped as she savagely tortured his sex
And I shouted the question, “Do you accept checks?”
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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MillieRBurns
Joined 14th Dec 2021
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Strange Creature
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Hello, I want to read Christmas poems and those poems are so good. I will also try to write. And I want to read more poems on Christmas. I love to read poems. It is one of my favorite hobbies. When I woke in the morning, first I read poems while drinking coffee. I am a school student and before I used to take help from an online essay writer to complete my assignments and I found those writers with the help of https://essay-reviewer.com/customwritings-com-review/ link. But when I started reading poems, now I can write essays on my own. This is also one of those reasons, I read poems online.
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
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Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Joined 13th May 2018Forum Posts: 363
The Christmas Dragon
a story, in verse
We went for a stroll in the fresh fallen snow
Christmas Eve was a few days away
The full moon was aglow as we crossed a meadow
And greeted some friends in their sleigh
My new girlfriend and I quickly waved them goodbye
We were both keen to spend time alone
We were preoccupied to make love on the sly
In the loft of a barn near her home
As I drew near that farm, with my girl on my arm
We both became giddy with lust
The moon shone like a charm on the roof of that barn
As if covered by magical dust
The sight of her there in the calm chilly air
Her yearning, I clearly could sense
With the night, bright and fair, as we climbed to our lair
Our new love affair, nigh to commence
As we stripped off our clothes, she struck a hot pose—
Made my blood boil with passion and zeal
With her beauty exposed, soon my manhood arose
Eliciting giggles and squeals
She knelt at my feet in our passion and heat
And firmly grasped hold of her prize
But, ere she could treat me to pleasure so sweet
Hell’s fire rained down from the sky!
The roar was intense and the heat made us wince
As the Christmas Dragon awoke!
“I command you dispense with this moral offense”
So loud was his voice, as he spoke
My stunned eyes revealed that this terror was real
Disbelief is no balm for the damned
And our fates were sealed, to become his next meal
At least, that was what he had planned
I froze in my fear, quite unable to speak
Paralyzed and unable to flee
But my love’s mind stayed clear and she sensed I was weak
And escaped by betrayal of me!
My girl answered quick while still clutching my dick:
“Hey dragon, I’m sucking his cock!
It sure is delish! Come, I’ll share! Take a lick!
When you’re done, if you like, bite it off!”
“Don’t let your haste make you miss any taste:
His testicles are quite the treat!
It would be a disgrace if his balls go to waste!
I promise—the sweetest of meats”
I felt crushed and betrayed by that beautiful maid
Who moments before I had loved
It was all a charade, as she coolly displayed,
As she threw me under the bus!
I was seized by his claw, drawn to gaping maw,
Rancid breath made me vomit and piss
The last thing I saw was that girl, with chutzpah,
Escaping while blowing a kiss!
With my legs spread apart, and my junk à la carte,
That dragon bit off all my sex!
How I hated that tart with the whole of my heart
As the dragon chowed down on my legs
Now a doomed bloody mess with no hope of egress
I rallied for one final feat
With much glee I confessed my girl friend’s home address
and I added, “Bon Appétit!”
We went for a stroll in the fresh fallen snow
Christmas Eve was a few days away
The full moon was aglow as we crossed a meadow
And greeted some friends in their sleigh
My new girlfriend and I quickly waved them goodbye
We were both keen to spend time alone
We were preoccupied to make love on the sly
In the loft of a barn near her home
As I drew near that farm, with my girl on my arm
We both became giddy with lust
The moon shone like a charm on the roof of that barn
As if covered by magical dust
The sight of her there in the calm chilly air
Her yearning, I clearly could sense
With the night, bright and fair, as we climbed to our lair
Our new love affair, nigh to commence
As we stripped off our clothes, she struck a hot pose—
Made my blood boil with passion and zeal
With her beauty exposed, soon my manhood arose
Eliciting giggles and squeals
She knelt at my feet in our passion and heat
And firmly grasped hold of her prize
But, ere she could treat me to pleasure so sweet
Hell’s fire rained down from the sky!
The roar was intense and the heat made us wince
As the Christmas Dragon awoke!
“I command you dispense with this moral offense”
So loud was his voice, as he spoke
My stunned eyes revealed that this terror was real
Disbelief is no balm for the damned
And our fates were sealed, to become his next meal
At least, that was what he had planned
I froze in my fear, quite unable to speak
Paralyzed and unable to flee
But my love’s mind stayed clear and she sensed I was weak
And escaped by betrayal of me!
My girl answered quick while still clutching my dick:
“Hey dragon, I’m sucking his cock!
It sure is delish! Come, I’ll share! Take a lick!
When you’re done, if you like, bite it off!”
“Don’t let your haste make you miss any taste:
His testicles are quite the treat!
It would be a disgrace if his balls go to waste!
I promise—the sweetest of meats”
I felt crushed and betrayed by that beautiful maid
Who moments before I had loved
It was all a charade, as she coolly displayed,
As she threw me under the bus!
I was seized by his claw, drawn to gaping maw,
Rancid breath made me vomit and piss
The last thing I saw was that girl, with chutzpah,
Escaping while blowing a kiss!
With my legs spread apart, and my junk à la carte,
That dragon bit off all my sex!
How I hated that tart with the whole of my heart
As the dragon chowed down on my legs
Now a doomed bloody mess with no hope of egress
I rallied for one final feat
With much glee I confessed my girl friend’s home address
and I added, “Bon Appétit!”
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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KittyFromHell
Forum Posts: 654
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 31st May 2013 Forum Posts: 654
Christmas Woes (2021)
Crestfallen faces don their daily front,
A strained smile accompanied by rehearsed lines
As if recorded in case of small talk.
Dollar store missions become windows for idle pondering
That turns into questioning their very existence,
Brought on by the smallest things:
A can of cranberry sauce or an extra extension cord that's naught to be found, so simple yet so central.
Or
Reaching for a loved ones favorite candy
Just to realize it was only a reflex,
And waves of grief rise up to consume.
There's tired eyes and burdened hearts this Christmas,
Disheartened by empty shelves, trials, and tribulations
That shake their lives down to the core of everything they exist for.
At still, some believe Christmas is only for children,
When these days a little miracle and magic
Is what our souls are starving for.
A strained smile accompanied by rehearsed lines
As if recorded in case of small talk.
Dollar store missions become windows for idle pondering
That turns into questioning their very existence,
Brought on by the smallest things:
A can of cranberry sauce or an extra extension cord that's naught to be found, so simple yet so central.
Or
Reaching for a loved ones favorite candy
Just to realize it was only a reflex,
And waves of grief rise up to consume.
There's tired eyes and burdened hearts this Christmas,
Disheartened by empty shelves, trials, and tribulations
That shake their lives down to the core of everything they exist for.
At still, some believe Christmas is only for children,
When these days a little miracle and magic
Is what our souls are starving for.
Written by KittyFromHell
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