Christmas Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#Christmas
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 10:20pm
4th Dec 2024 10:20pm
Hard Shadow Noon...
and meridian sun...
are you starting spring too soon
before the winter's begun?
But of course the frost at night
treats the garden like a blight
so I expect a solstice near
the end of this cold hearted year
presaging a future scourge
where more hate and war emerge
because Caucasians had to vote
for a scumbag to get our goat
with their fits of rage caprice...
which mock these nights
of manger peace.
are you starting spring too soon
before the winter's begun?
But of course the frost at night
treats the garden like a blight
so I expect a solstice near
the end of this cold hearted year
presaging a future scourge
where more hate and war emerge
because Caucasians had to vote
for a scumbag to get our goat
with their fits of rage caprice...
which mock these nights
of manger peace.
#Christmas
#NewYear
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PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
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9 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 10:38am
1st Dec 2024 10:38am
Salvation
Source of salvation
depository of sins
no cake cutting
in church promise of reaping
if we sow recovery seed
R K Singh
depository of sins
no cake cutting
in church promise of reaping
if we sow recovery seed
R K Singh
#apocalypse
#Christmas
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 00:34am
1st Dec 2024 00:34am
Three Sizes too Small
All MAGA votes are votes for a troll
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
and the hate and fear in their control
plus all the guns they love
beneath the stars above...
the Grinch that stole their Christmas soul.
#Christmas
#kindness
#learning
#morality
#peace
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8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 4:24am
29th Nov 2024 4:24am
Santa Didn’t Read the Letters
Twas Christmas Eve, the house was still,
Jane and Tim plotted their vengeance with skill.
For Santa had failed, and the kids were upset,
Their dreams turned to ashes they’d never forget.
Jane had asked for a pony, sleek and refined,
But got socks with glitter, was Santa out of his mind?
Tim begged for a bike, a two-wheeled dream,
Instead, he unwrapped some socks and nose cream.
“What is this nonsense?” Jane cried in despair.
“Does Santa think this will show he cares?”
“He’s lazy or blind,” Tim said with a sneer,
“We’ll make...
Jane and Tim plotted their vengeance with skill.
For Santa had failed, and the kids were upset,
Their dreams turned to ashes they’d never forget.
Jane had asked for a pony, sleek and refined,
But got socks with glitter, was Santa out of his mind?
Tim begged for a bike, a two-wheeled dream,
Instead, he unwrapped some socks and nose cream.
“What is this nonsense?” Jane cried in despair.
“Does Santa think this will show he cares?”
“He’s lazy or blind,” Tim said with a sneer,
“We’ll make...
#Christmas
#funny
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:47pm
27th Nov 2024 8:47pm
Mrs.Claus Is Upset With Santa, Since He Only Comes Once a Year
Just hear those lay bells jingling
Ring-ting-tingling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a lay together with you
Outside the hoes are callin
They’ll be no blue ballin, "Yoo hoo"
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a lay ride together with you
Get it up, get it up, get it up
Let's go, let's look at the show
We're riding in a wastedland of snow
Got it up, got it up, got it up
It's grand, hold it in your hand
We're riding along with a song
Of a wintry...
Ring-ting-tingling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a lay together with you
Outside the hoes are callin
They’ll be no blue ballin, "Yoo hoo"
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a lay ride together with you
Get it up, get it up, get it up
Let's go, let's look at the show
We're riding in a wastedland of snow
Got it up, got it up, got it up
It's grand, hold it in your hand
We're riding along with a song
Of a wintry...
#Christmas
#funny
#lyrics
#parody
#sex
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9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
24th Nov 2024 12:46pm
Mingle Hells
Jingle bells, the night prevails,
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.
Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.
Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.
Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.
#alcohol
#Christmas
#hell
#holiday
#lies
75 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 5:22am
24th Nov 2024 5:22am
Speckle and Heckle
In the dead of night when the world is still,
Two elves awaken with a mischievous thrill.
Speckle and Heckle, those pint-sized pests,
Plot pranks galore at their craft, they’re the best.
With giggles and whispers, they hatch their schemes,
Turning sweet slumber into chaotic dreams.
Speckle sneaks in with a pot of strong glue,
Sticking children’s faces to pillows askew.
Heckle, not one to be outdone,
Switches the lights so they spark when they’re spun.
They paint the dog’s tail in peppermint stripes,
Then they steal the...
Two elves awaken with a mischievous thrill.
Speckle and Heckle, those pint-sized pests,
Plot pranks galore at their craft, they’re the best.
With giggles and whispers, they hatch their schemes,
Turning sweet slumber into chaotic dreams.
Speckle sneaks in with a pot of strong glue,
Sticking children’s faces to pillows askew.
Heckle, not one to be outdone,
Switches the lights so they spark when they’re spun.
They paint the dog’s tail in peppermint stripes,
Then they steal the...
#Christmas
#fairies
#funny #rhyming
#funny #rhyming
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:04pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:04pm
Santa’s Christmas Candy House
Spare me your gingerbread, brittle and stale,
And candy canes chipped from a old factory sale.
Santa’s no child; he’s been around the block,
And needs a stiff drink to steady the clock.
The kids all screech, their letters all groan:
“I want a phone, a dog, a drone!”
He reads their demands, his patience thin,
And dreams of a house with brandy within.
Whiskey? Too sharp. Eggnog? Too thick.
Wine? Too dull to do the trick.
But a Brandy House, bold and fine,
Is just the thing when you doing overtime.
The reindeer steer...
And candy canes chipped from a old factory sale.
Santa’s no child; he’s been around the block,
And needs a stiff drink to steady the clock.
The kids all screech, their letters all groan:
“I want a phone, a dog, a drone!”
He reads their demands, his patience thin,
And dreams of a house with brandy within.
Whiskey? Too sharp. Eggnog? Too thick.
Wine? Too dull to do the trick.
But a Brandy House, bold and fine,
Is just the thing when you doing overtime.
The reindeer steer...
#Christmas
#funny
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 9:02am
23rd Nov 2024 9:02am
*Rudolph's Red Nose Truth*
Rudolph the reindeer, legend so bright,
But his nose wasn’t glowing from holiday light.
No, the truth’s a bit darker, with a magical twist,
It’s the Colombian fairies you’d never have missed.
They gave him the powder, they said it was pure,
“Only the strong can handle this cure!”
For Rudolph, no wings, no flying skills given,
He’d always been grounded, his dreams unforgiven.
“Just one little deal,” said the fairies with glee,
“And soon you’ll be soaring, as high as can be!”
With a snort and a sniff, his nose took to glow,...
But his nose wasn’t glowing from holiday light.
No, the truth’s a bit darker, with a magical twist,
It’s the Colombian fairies you’d never have missed.
They gave him the powder, they said it was pure,
“Only the strong can handle this cure!”
For Rudolph, no wings, no flying skills given,
He’d always been grounded, his dreams unforgiven.
“Just one little deal,” said the fairies with glee,
“And soon you’ll be soaring, as high as can be!”
With a snort and a sniff, his nose took to glow,...
#Christmas
#drugs
#funny
106 reads
1 Comment
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 1:45pm
20th Nov 2024 1:45pm
I See That Someone Likes His Christmas Gift
Natalia stood next to Derek.
She disrobed and flashed near the tree.
She glanced with a smile.
She disrobed and flashed near the tree.
She glanced with a smile.
#Christmas
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
#trees
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 3:00pm
15th Nov 2024 3:00pm
Dylan Sent Eric A Card
Dylan sent Eric a card.
It's her naked next to the tree.
"Merry Christmas" are the words.
It's her naked next to the tree.
"Merry Christmas" are the words.
#art
#Christmas
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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DU Poetry : Christmas Seeking Honest Critique Poems
