Christmas Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#Christmas
slipalong
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 5:10pm
19th Dec 2023 5:10pm
Willow angel
Willow angel
#Christmas
#religion
174 reads
5 Comments
Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 10:27am
19th Dec 2023 10:27am
Blessed heights
Anticipating Merry, blessed heights.
Meaningful angelic,crimson delights.
Peaceful red and green,peppermint mirth. Excited evergreen,festive rooftops.
Snowy festive season. Symbolic spiritual gift-wrapped. Triumphant in the giving. Happy in the taking as well.
Taking giving,wintry incarnate.
Jolly Juletide, wonderful 25th.
Holy is the birthday,of one born in a manger.
Holy is the reason,for wonderful world-wide cheer.
The holiday brings forth, nostalgia and child-like feelings.
Hopefully every home, permeates with love...
Meaningful angelic,crimson delights.
Peaceful red and green,peppermint mirth. Excited evergreen,festive rooftops.
Snowy festive season. Symbolic spiritual gift-wrapped. Triumphant in the giving. Happy in the taking as well.
Taking giving,wintry incarnate.
Jolly Juletide, wonderful 25th.
Holy is the birthday,of one born in a manger.
Holy is the reason,for wonderful world-wide cheer.
The holiday brings forth, nostalgia and child-like feelings.
Hopefully every home, permeates with love...
#Christmas
#spiritual
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1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 11:13am
18th Dec 2023 11:13am
Better Tomorrows
Once there was a holiday story,
of silver metallic moonlight,
that contained embryonic beams
of better tomorrows.
A story of sequined arch angel wings, cradling my wounded thoughts
and haunted sorrows.
Healing shine for my tattered soul's terrain.
The magic light of Christmas, for many,
grows old.
But not for me.
Despite competing trees
festooned in shimmery gold.
Excitement tinged,
swirling winter winds.
Proke nostalgia for long forgotten kin.
No one sets out to be forgotten.
Be remembered for the lives...
of silver metallic moonlight,
that contained embryonic beams
of better tomorrows.
A story of sequined arch angel wings, cradling my wounded thoughts
and haunted sorrows.
Healing shine for my tattered soul's terrain.
The magic light of Christmas, for many,
grows old.
But not for me.
Despite competing trees
festooned in shimmery gold.
Excitement tinged,
swirling winter winds.
Proke nostalgia for long forgotten kin.
No one sets out to be forgotten.
Be remembered for the lives...
#kindness
#loneliness
#Christmas #healing
#Christmas #healing
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12 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
16th Dec 2023 2:02pm
A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
127 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
14th Dec 2023 2:59pm
14th Dec 2023 2:59pm
Merry Christmas Everyone
It is Christmas
baubles on the trees
Merry Christmas songs
all over the shops
he sits at the curb
hands held out
he needs to go home
but he doesn't have fare
he wants to see his son
that his wife kept away
Merry Christmas
I gave him a dollar
the last piece in my purse
Merry Christmas
baubles on the trees
Merry Christmas songs
all over the shops
he sits at the curb
hands held out
he needs to go home
but he doesn't have fare
he wants to see his son
that his wife kept away
Merry Christmas
I gave him a dollar
the last piece in my purse
Merry Christmas
#Christmas
233 reads
16 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 11:50pm
8th Dec 2023 11:50pm
Merry Christmas, Mom - Part XI
When I say that you were a wonderful mother and person, I'm being sincere.
The memory of the last Christmas that we shared is something I hold dear.
We spent many Christmases together but we won't be able to do it again.
We'll spend Christmases together in Heaven in the future but I don't know when.
Back in 2012, I gave you and Dad two presents each on Christmas Eve.
You passed away less than three months later and it was hard to believe.
I didn't realize just how sick that you were.
Your death was painful and hard to endure.
If I'd known that the...
The memory of the last Christmas that we shared is something I hold dear.
We spent many Christmases together but we won't be able to do it again.
We'll spend Christmases together in Heaven in the future but I don't know when.
Back in 2012, I gave you and Dad two presents each on Christmas Eve.
You passed away less than three months later and it was hard to believe.
I didn't realize just how sick that you were.
Your death was painful and hard to endure.
If I'd known that the...
#mother
#death
#Christmas #holiday
#Christmas #holiday
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 7:26pm
8th Dec 2023 7:26pm
Europs cold heart
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a...
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
6th Dec 2023 1:19am
6th Dec 2023 1:19am
Ho Ho Ho?
The original St Nicholas
Although this may sound ridiculous
Was born 280ad, 1743 years ago
A monk, or bishop from Turkey, ho ho ho
Thus proving that Santa
Was unstuffed in Turkey
Santas history
Is a little querky
Santas first reindeer, appeared in a poem in 1821
Two years later, it had risen to eight, just for fun
116 years later
Along pops Rudolph in 1939
Thus turning the ridiculous
Into the sublime
In Scandanavia
Santa still wears green
Symbolic of trees, and nature
And the changing seasons seen
Why we...
Although this may sound ridiculous
Was born 280ad, 1743 years ago
A monk, or bishop from Turkey, ho ho ho
Thus proving that Santa
Was unstuffed in Turkey
Santas history
Is a little querky
Santas first reindeer, appeared in a poem in 1821
Two years later, it had risen to eight, just for fun
116 years later
Along pops Rudolph in 1939
Thus turning the ridiculous
Into the sublime
In Scandanavia
Santa still wears green
Symbolic of trees, and nature
And the changing seasons seen
Why we...
#Christmas
#funny
#historical
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0 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 11:07am
30th Nov 2023 11:07am
The Kindness of Christmas Holds a Special Place in the Heart
Carol was thinking about a little green nymph, he came out from the Christmas tree beside her and surprised her with a wonderful gift.
She unwrapped the gift only to find inside was an empty Galaxy sweet wrapper, marginally disappointed she said to the little green nymph, ‘Uhh. No, just wait a minute.’
The little green nymph in reply stated, ‘ If you don’t like your f**king present, you can go back to the land of Christmas miracles instead of me and see how many empty sweet wrappers we have to deal with there.’
Carol looked pretty vacant before laughing and...
She unwrapped the gift only to find inside was an empty Galaxy sweet wrapper, marginally disappointed she said to the little green nymph, ‘Uhh. No, just wait a minute.’
The little green nymph in reply stated, ‘ If you don’t like your f**king present, you can go back to the land of Christmas miracles instead of me and see how many empty sweet wrappers we have to deal with there.’
Carol looked pretty vacant before laughing and...
#Christmas
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 2:40am
30th Nov 2023 2:40am
A Reindeers Reign
It is well known
That male reindeer
Do not have the horn
At Christmas
So it seems ironic
After a large gin, and tonic
That female reindeei do do
Which is easy to tell
Not just by their smell
But also the size of their poo poo
In 1821 the first reindeer were 'born'
And two year later another seven
116 years later still
Young Rudolph showed up
And it all gets a little coo coo
Now Santa was nice
Giving them good advice
That perhaps they should change their names
To perhaps, missus Foo Foo
So who in the...
That male reindeer
Do not have the horn
At Christmas
So it seems ironic
After a large gin, and tonic
That female reindeei do do
Which is easy to tell
Not just by their smell
But also the size of their poo poo
In 1821 the first reindeer were 'born'
And two year later another seven
116 years later still
Young Rudolph showed up
And it all gets a little coo coo
Now Santa was nice
Giving them good advice
That perhaps they should change their names
To perhaps, missus Foo Foo
So who in the...
#identity
#Christmas
#funny #surreal
#funny #surreal
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0 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 1:35pm
27th Nov 2023 1:35pm
Run, Run, Rudolph..
So Rudolph ran through Christmas snow
nostril's flared, foam flecked, nose aglow,
frantic clangs from his cracked brass bells
spooked by oaths, blows, jeers, kicks and yells,
of indignant brat's harsh bellows.
" Don't want dolls, trains, but, gun ammo!
an' guns, Glock'n Colt, duh!, Dumbo! "
The deranged mob chased him pell-mell
so, Rudolph ran...
"It's kill or be killed, you Dodo! "...
nostril's flared, foam flecked, nose aglow,
frantic clangs from his cracked brass bells
spooked by oaths, blows, jeers, kicks and yells,
of indignant brat's harsh bellows.
" Don't want dolls, trains, but, gun ammo!
an' guns, Glock'n Colt, duh!, Dumbo! "
The deranged mob chased him pell-mell
so, Rudolph ran...
"It's kill or be killed, you Dodo! "...
#dark
#Christmas
#horror
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0 Comments
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 2:52am
25th Nov 2023 2:52am
Christmas Tradition
Last year I made the mistake of saying,
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
#family
#Christmas
#holiday
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
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