Christmas Poems
#Christmas
Christmas poems, poetry offering a variety of perspectives on the Xmas period. Christmas themes of families coming together, Christian beliefs, giving and helping those less fortunate, nostalgia and celebration. Also poems about family tensions, overindulgence and consumerism, and poems incorporating Christmas themes including snow, decorations and festive food and drink.
Happy Holidays !!!
It's even on the shortest day
that we might see some sun
confirming with a lazy ray
another orbit done.
But that is when the season starts
where things get really tough,
especially for lonely hearts
when love is off the cuff...
and so to decor we resort
with beaux-arts and some cheer
to see unhappiness abort
before the newest year!
We fill the dying days of old
with brand new love and light
so no lone psyche gets too cold...
on an extended night:)
that we might see some sun
confirming with a lazy ray
another orbit done.
But that is when the season starts
where things get really tough,
especially for lonely hearts
when love is off the cuff...
and so to decor we resort
with beaux-arts and some cheer
to see unhappiness abort
before the newest year!
We fill the dying days of old
with brand new love and light
so no lone psyche gets too cold...
on an extended night:)
#Christmas
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Candy Cane Kisses
The candy cane
and that hook
you thought it was quite inventive
how he used it on you
dragging it along the skin
pushing it a little bit in
tasting a little sample
of mint and you
And it certainly worked
to impress,
only amplifying
how you felt
in that short Christmas dress
Of course, it was only the start.
and that hook
you thought it was quite inventive
how he used it on you
dragging it along the skin
pushing it a little bit in
tasting a little sample
of mint and you
And it certainly worked
to impress,
only amplifying
how you felt
in that short Christmas dress
Of course, it was only the start.
#Christmas
#erotic
#sex
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Nativity
Both wet and dry, a two-tone asphalt gray
and all the dead leaves were a two-tone brown,
which punctuated the year's shortest day
like a widow marked by a mourning gown
as she faced another prolonging night
of waning as hazily as the moon
through an overcast of old dreams in flight
as melancholy as a weak monsoon.
But inside was a vivid Yule scene
of Noel tableaux orbiting a tree
of polychromic constellated green,
offset against nature's despondency,
encapsulating what some love would do...
to rectify a...
and all the dead leaves were a two-tone brown,
which punctuated the year's shortest day
like a widow marked by a mourning gown
as she faced another prolonging night
of waning as hazily as the moon
through an overcast of old dreams in flight
as melancholy as a weak monsoon.
But inside was a vivid Yule scene
of Noel tableaux orbiting a tree
of polychromic constellated green,
offset against nature's despondency,
encapsulating what some love would do...
to rectify a...
#Christmas
#NewYear
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Merry KKKristmAss Eve
In the still of the night, on KristmAss Eve
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
#Christmas
#dark
#fate #hypocrisy
#fate #hypocrisy
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Curl, Heave, and I’ves Plum Puddin’ Disaster
Sung to ‘Have a Holly Jolly Christmas’ by Burle Ives
Have a hardly jolly Christmas
It's the wurst time of the year
When you’re old and sore
Drip cough and snore
Half a craps your fear
Ho Ho
You want to go
Butt ooh can hardly pee
Presents waiting there for you
Underneath the T
Have a hardly jelly Christmas
It's the waist time of the year
Yule want to go
Butt U cant snow
Your best is half a smear
Oh Oh
The missing po
Hung where you can't see
Some body dangles there for you ...
Have a hardly jolly Christmas
It's the wurst time of the year
When you’re old and sore
Drip cough and snore
Half a craps your fear
Ho Ho
You want to go
Butt ooh can hardly pee
Presents waiting there for you
Underneath the T
Have a hardly jelly Christmas
It's the waist time of the year
Yule want to go
Butt U cant snow
Your best is half a smear
Oh Oh
The missing po
Hung where you can't see
Some body dangles there for you ...
#Christmas
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One silent night
One silent night
A world full of light
Warmth is shared
Everyone is full of care
Less blame
As they light the flame
The embers burn
We earn
To gift and give some a lift
That hold signs on the road
That are quietly alone
Chilled to the bone
One silent night
The world is full of light
I hold on tight
To that small flame
That holds less blame
A world full of light
Warmth is shared
Everyone is full of care
Less blame
As they light the flame
The embers burn
We earn
To gift and give some a lift
That hold signs on the road
That are quietly alone
Chilled to the bone
One silent night
The world is full of light
I hold on tight
To that small flame
That holds less blame
#Christmas
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Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
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The Yule Cat
You must know of the Yule Cat
That feline mighty and long
No one knew from where he came
Or to where he had gone
He'd stare at you with intent
Of his burning desire
It was hardly for anyone
To gaze into that fire
His whiskers stiff as needles
A hump on his black back
And the claws on his furry paw
Would surely take you aback
He leaps he claws and hisses
He swings his mighty tail
Sometimes out on the ness
At others in the dale
He'd roam hungry and vicious
On frozen Christmas ground ...
That feline mighty and long
No one knew from where he came
Or to where he had gone
He'd stare at you with intent
Of his burning desire
It was hardly for anyone
To gaze into that fire
His whiskers stiff as needles
A hump on his black back
And the claws on his furry paw
Would surely take you aback
He leaps he claws and hisses
He swings his mighty tail
Sometimes out on the ness
At others in the dale
He'd roam hungry and vicious
On frozen Christmas ground ...
#Christmas
#dark
#tradition
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Santa Came To My House
Santa came to my house.
He gave a puppy and naked Jenny.
He unwrapped her for me.
He gave a puppy and naked Jenny.
He unwrapped her for me.
#Christmas
#dialogue
#fiction
#home
#sex
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Yuletide Sadness
Every year the winds get colder
Their screams cut like knives
Shadows follow my winter walks
Bitter voices carol the night
Dreams of days when the fire would warm me
You were there inside the flame
But you are gone and the years grow bitter
My soul is withered and wrapped with pain
Drifting in my fever there's sadness
Calling me to come back home
Ghosts that dance inside my head
Forever chill that haunts my bones
Dreams of nights where the world seemed alive
That there was time to catch my fall
But I am left with that...
Their screams cut like knives
Shadows follow my winter walks
Bitter voices carol the night
Dreams of days when the fire would warm me
You were there inside the flame
But you are gone and the years grow bitter
My soul is withered and wrapped with pain
Drifting in my fever there's sadness
Calling me to come back home
Ghosts that dance inside my head
Forever chill that haunts my bones
Dreams of nights where the world seemed alive
That there was time to catch my fall
But I am left with that...
#Christmas
#dark
#holiday
#rhyming
#sadness
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Days
The spirit of each Day
wakes one Morning
having slept the best part of a Year.
And the Morning is the same for each of them -
so much to do, having done so little,
and all in a few hours.
But for Christmas it’s different.
For Christmas it comes hard.
The other days are merely birthdays or anniversaries,
a holiday here and there.
There may be more important times of the year
but for Christmas we are always counting down.
But Christmas finds it easy because Christmas doesn’t care.
And all the other Days...
wakes one Morning
having slept the best part of a Year.
And the Morning is the same for each of them -
so much to do, having done so little,
and all in a few hours.
But for Christmas it’s different.
For Christmas it comes hard.
The other days are merely birthdays or anniversaries,
a holiday here and there.
There may be more important times of the year
but for Christmas we are always counting down.
But Christmas finds it easy because Christmas doesn’t care.
And all the other Days...
#Christmas
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The Snowman’s Revenge
a Christmas ghost story
Not one person knew who made the snowman,
they said in the end it was “kids”,
that venerable answer to
such articles of mystery.
A year had passed since Peter’s dad
had shot himself where now the snowman stood,
on losing his job in the pits,
to bitter end cursing his faithless wife.
The carrot nose and coal buttons,
the dotted smile, eyes, top hat, and scarf;
it looked like some kind wizard stopped
and filled the drive with cheer for passers by.
With child’s logic, though, Peter...
Not one person knew who made the snowman,
they said in the end it was “kids”,
that venerable answer to
such articles of mystery.
A year had passed since Peter’s dad
had shot himself where now the snowman stood,
on losing his job in the pits,
to bitter end cursing his faithless wife.
The carrot nose and coal buttons,
the dotted smile, eyes, top hat, and scarf;
it looked like some kind wizard stopped
and filled the drive with cheer for passers by.
With child’s logic, though, Peter...
#Christmas
#ghosts
#murder #revenge
#murder #revenge
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