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.
Wounds of a Clown
What will my life be if I look back on when?
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
#sadness
#Christmas
#holiday
#misunderstood
#healing
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Frosty
I remember being 10
and sitting there, restless,
waiting for my dad and the presents.
I remember being 11
and sitting there, quiet,
and knowing that despite the gifts
there would be no father ever again.
PAR
and sitting there, restless,
waiting for my dad and the presents.
I remember being 11
and sitting there, quiet,
and knowing that despite the gifts
there would be no father ever again.
PAR
#childhood
#Christmas
#memories
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Xmas Rhino
my rhino ran away
now he must bounce
between the branches
from the christmas tree
as if he were
a playful spirit
or a ghost that glows
my rhino was red
and had green spots
all over the body
whenever his presence
was felt in the air
the tree bent on its axis
he breathed very slowly
not to be noticed
like a star fruit
among the apples
his spots blinked
and they exuded joy...
PAR
now he must bounce
between the branches
from the christmas tree
as if he were
a playful spirit
or a ghost that glows
my rhino was red
and had green spots
all over the body
whenever his presence
was felt in the air
the tree bent on its axis
he breathed very slowly
not to be noticed
like a star fruit
among the apples
his spots blinked
and they exuded joy...
PAR
#trees
#Christmas
#ghosts
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Wrapped...and...rapt!
With her own knees against her bosom pressed
I saw her feet into heaven arise
Beguiling more of me into her nest
With my hips pounding atop her hot thighs...
And forthwith held some Christmas merriment
The likes of which could never be outdone
As heaven itself supplied the intent
Which made her face glow like the midday sun!
Again her love was paradise regained
As my love transpired into the place
Where it often...had so completely drained
To leave her with more than...
I saw her feet into heaven arise
Beguiling more of me into her nest
With my hips pounding atop her hot thighs...
And forthwith held some Christmas merriment
The likes of which could never be outdone
As heaven itself supplied the intent
Which made her face glow like the midday sun!
Again her love was paradise regained
As my love transpired into the place
Where it often...had so completely drained
To leave her with more than...
#love
#Christmas
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Who Is This Chris?
No idea
Who he is
This man
Named as Chris
Or Mister T
Or Mister Mas
I know he sports a beard
Spends time
Climbing inside chimneys
A little bit weird
And is oft
Dressed in red
Sneaks in your room
Whilst you're asleep
Dreaming in bed
(I wonder if Mister T
Is for (peeping) Tom instead?)
And he laughs alot
Ho ho ho!
And has a 'penchant' for reindeer
Especially in snow
Bloody weirdo!
by Jemia
Who he is
This man
Named as Chris
Or Mister T
Or Mister Mas
I know he sports a beard
Spends time
Climbing inside chimneys
A little bit weird
And is oft
Dressed in red
Sneaks in your room
Whilst you're asleep
Dreaming in bed
(I wonder if Mister T
Is for (peeping) Tom instead?)
And he laughs alot
Ho ho ho!
And has a 'penchant' for reindeer
Especially in snow
Bloody weirdo!
by Jemia
#Christmas
#funny
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A Christmas Story...

#sex
#Christmas
#threesome #dirty
#threesome #dirty
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Secret Santa
The Secret Santa shop came to school
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
That year. My eight year-old hands trembled
As I saw the necklace cradled so softly
In a tiny box of black velvet.
A vee of gold culminated in blinding diamonds
More dizzying than love itself.
I knew it was the perfect gift for you.
As I paid the five dollars, my fingers
Itched to touch the beauty and brilliance
That I had bought for you.
Feverishly I brought it home, caressing
Its invaluable preciousness with silent glee
As I wrapped it as carefully as I could.
On Christmas morning, you...
#love
#grief
#mother
#Christmas
#daughter
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Guilty Xmas
There's a rainbow over Tesco's
it's consumerism's curse
The turkey's on day three
and the sprouts have done their worst
Now I love a bit of tinsel
and I'm partial to a drop
but when the planet's had a skinful
she knows when it's time to stop
There'll soon be New Year and then Easter
Halloween and Valentine
celebrating our excesses
with no thought for things divine
If only God would point a finger
at our greedy way of life
when half the world is starving
he'd say share and share alike
it's consumerism's curse
The turkey's on day three
and the sprouts have done their worst
Now I love a bit of tinsel
and I'm partial to a drop
but when the planet's had a skinful
she knows when it's time to stop
There'll soon be New Year and then Easter
Halloween and Valentine
celebrating our excesses
with no thought for things divine
If only God would point a finger
at our greedy way of life
when half the world is starving
he'd say share and share alike
#Christmas
#consumerism
#inequality
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Happy holidays
Merry Christmas to you and yours,
Happy Kwanza, happy Hanukkah, and more.
Is a time to love one another time to adore.
To every single one on every single shore.
Happy holidays from castle del Reedus
Happy Kwanza, happy Hanukkah, and more.
Is a time to love one another time to adore.
To every single one on every single shore.
Happy holidays from castle del Reedus
#happiness
#hope
#Christmas
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Angel
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See this now,
this heaven’d sight --
See the focused light within
the angel’s eyes,
as dark as coal,
enraptured night,
intent and wide and glistening,
See his arrowed flight
and haloed head,
his wings unfurled, incarnadined,
his robes in gilded harnesses,
his white white hand stretched out
above, above
at Christmas time
to bring God’s...
See this now,
this heaven’d sight --
See the focused light within
the angel’s eyes,
as dark as coal,
enraptured night,
intent and wide and glistening,
See his arrowed flight
and haloed head,
his wings unfurled, incarnadined,
his robes in gilded harnesses,
his white white hand stretched out
above, above
at Christmas time
to bring God’s...
#Christmas
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The Virtue Signal
It's the haunting carols I love most
In deck hall echo reverberation
Boosting the confidence of any ghost
Into an exalted propagation...
Where abounding grace feels right at home.
But the echoes tell us grace cannot stay.
It must, by heaven, be allowed to roam
To see grace abounding on Christmas Day
Where all exalted merits take their time
Slowing the roll of the frenzied soul
Counting out wavelengths to grandfather's chime...
When intonation from an...
In deck hall echo reverberation
Boosting the confidence of any ghost
Into an exalted propagation...
Where abounding grace feels right at home.
But the echoes tell us grace cannot stay.
It must, by heaven, be allowed to roam
To see grace abounding on Christmas Day
Where all exalted merits take their time
Slowing the roll of the frenzied soul
Counting out wavelengths to grandfather's chime...
When intonation from an...
#Christmas
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Sodom & Gomorrah 2022
The world halted on its axis turning clockwise
Non-wiser than the moon, the sun, the stars
Underbelly of fools’ gold in clouds of stardust.
Angels sang off key humming broken melodies
Children watched demons dancing on streets
Art of indifference embedded beneath the skin.
We fell on knees, praying to God’s deaf ears
Faith to faithless snaking between jagged teeth
Cries of a newborn cleansing mortal sins.
O’ Star of Bethlehem,
Guide shepherds and sheep, jesters and kings
The road to salvation is long, narrow and ...
Non-wiser than the moon, the sun, the stars
Underbelly of fools’ gold in clouds of stardust.
Angels sang off key humming broken melodies
Children watched demons dancing on streets
Art of indifference embedded beneath the skin.
We fell on knees, praying to God’s deaf ears
Faith to faithless snaking between jagged teeth
Cries of a newborn cleansing mortal sins.
O’ Star of Bethlehem,
Guide shepherds and sheep, jesters and kings
The road to salvation is long, narrow and ...
#LifeStruggles
#Christmas
#religion
#God
#faith
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DU Poetry : Christmas Poems