Least Read Christmas Poems
#Christmas
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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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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Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 12:54pm
2nd Mar 2024 12:54pm
Colors of
Rangoli.
Rangoli.
#Christmas
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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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Mrd
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 10:46pm
22nd Apr 2024 10:46pm
the ants are back_18/30
after a winter
of snooze
they busily send out
sorties to scout out
the land
of my kitchen
They congregate
in the pan
stacked upon another
the food hidden
from the one
revealed to the other
thanks to the ants
and me
I do not want
to kill these little bastards
so I sweep them off
as best I can
letting them fall
through the air
like bungee-jumpers
without the bungees
I feel a slight
twinge of guilt:
can we not co-exist?
Do...
of snooze
they busily send out
sorties to scout out
the land
of my kitchen
They congregate
in the pan
stacked upon another
the food hidden
from the one
revealed to the other
thanks to the ants
and me
I do not want
to kill these little bastards
so I sweep them off
as best I can
letting them fall
through the air
like bungee-jumpers
without the bungees
I feel a slight
twinge of guilt:
can we not co-exist?
Do...
#Christmas
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Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 7:20pm
4th Mar 2024 7:20pm
Latino.
Submissive
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
To girls.
Teenage girl
Mutant.
From the same ting
Of tint.
Later I
Asked
My wife
Was the
☕🍼☕🍼
Good.
She geeked
Green.
And the
bitternut
In theaters🍿.
#Easter
#Halloween
#Christmas
#MothersDay
#NewYear
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Baldwin
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 4:41pm
3rd Dec 2023 4:41pm
Hope
Shall I go out again
on Christmas eve
to stand upon the nearby hill
and pray to hear what once occurred
near Bethlehem
occur once more:
a host of heaven’s messengers
in purposed travel from afar
intent to breach the barrier
between the starry realm above
and all the bonds of earth
sing chorused wonders to the world
of God’s redemptive love?
I’ve trod this way before
when I was young
(and several times since then)
and fervently looked up,
so locked in hope
to see a gloried...
on Christmas eve
to stand upon the nearby hill
and pray to hear what once occurred
near Bethlehem
occur once more:
a host of heaven’s messengers
in purposed travel from afar
intent to breach the barrier
between the starry realm above
and all the bonds of earth
sing chorused wonders to the world
of God’s redemptive love?
I’ve trod this way before
when I was young
(and several times since then)
and fervently looked up,
so locked in hope
to see a gloried...
#Christmas
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AltairEndian
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 6:47pm
26th Dec 2023 6:47pm
The deaths of Christmas
A child is born in Bethlehem without a sound
The wrath of God lies dead upon the ground
The power of forgiveness comes into the world
And breaks into small pieces all the bonds of old
And all the powers of hell must flee from the childs’ sight
Their powers of doom destroyed in this one night
The thunder and destruction upon unbelievers
Lies dead and gone because of our redeemer
For this his power, and his sacrifice
A song of love is rising towards the skies
Erased is love only for chosen few
A child is born, all the world to...
The wrath of God lies dead upon the ground
The power of forgiveness comes into the world
And breaks into small pieces all the bonds of old
And all the powers of hell must flee from the childs’ sight
Their powers of doom destroyed in this one night
The thunder and destruction upon unbelievers
Lies dead and gone because of our redeemer
For this his power, and his sacrifice
A song of love is rising towards the skies
Erased is love only for chosen few
A child is born, all the world to...
#Christmas
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VeronikaB
Poem Published
20th Dec 2023 10:02pm
20th Dec 2023 10:02pm
·The Shepherds' Field ..
Candles nestle ˳·˖
into the nooks and hollows ੈ✦
of the vaulted limestone walls ੈ✧̣̇
flames flicker 𓆩 ੈ
filling the rocky womb ੈ ࿔
of Mother Earth with a warm glow ✶
aromas of freshly baked bread and roast lamb ࿐࿔
waft through the underground caverns ࿔ ✶
following the scent-trail ੈ✦
birthday guests ੈ✧̣̇
gather from far and near ੈ˖✶
to celebrate Jesus' special day...
into the nooks and hollows ੈ✦
of the vaulted limestone walls ੈ✧̣̇
flames flicker 𓆩 ੈ
filling the rocky womb ੈ ࿔
of Mother Earth with a warm glow ✶
aromas of freshly baked bread and roast lamb ࿐࿔
waft through the underground caverns ࿔ ✶
following the scent-trail ੈ✦
birthday guests ੈ✧̣̇
gather from far and near ੈ˖✶
to celebrate Jesus' special day...
#happiness
#childhood
#Christmas #magic
#Christmas #magic
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 9:34pm
25th Dec 2023 9:34pm
ghosts of christmas present!
quirky days.
two weeks ago,
i was at a xmas ball,
where i met Santa, and Elvis.
today i met someone called Sean,
it was his birthday,
and no kidding,
he had a Jesus like beard
he was 26 yrs old today.
i mentioned that my initials were once JC,
and that my mothers name was Mary,
but my father was neither a carpenter,
or a Roman sol;dier!
small world really.........
by Jemia
two weeks ago,
i was at a xmas ball,
where i met Santa, and Elvis.
today i met someone called Sean,
it was his birthday,
and no kidding,
he had a Jesus like beard
he was 26 yrs old today.
i mentioned that my initials were once JC,
and that my mothers name was Mary,
but my father was neither a carpenter,
or a Roman sol;dier!
small world really.........
by Jemia
#Christmas
#satirical
#funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 2:16am
19th Nov 2023 2:16am
The Snowflake Ball
I was walking
Upon soft marshmallow snow
The sky for now, was clear
Awash with a myriad stars
And distant galaxies
I reached out my hands
To capture
The now falling snowflakes
As i tried to lick them from my hands
Before they melted
The gathering moon
Became my beacon
As i traversed the frozen land
Until i came across
A big wooden door
It slowly creaked open
As i entered a large hall
I was soon joined
By "a swaggering, of hempen homespuns"
As we attended
"a Winter Wonderland...
Upon soft marshmallow snow
The sky for now, was clear
Awash with a myriad stars
And distant galaxies
I reached out my hands
To capture
The now falling snowflakes
As i tried to lick them from my hands
Before they melted
The gathering moon
Became my beacon
As i traversed the frozen land
Until i came across
A big wooden door
It slowly creaked open
As i entered a large hall
I was soon joined
By "a swaggering, of hempen homespuns"
As we attended
"a Winter Wonderland...
#nature
#snow
#Christmas
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PAR
Poem Published
18th Dec 2023 5:00pm
18th Dec 2023 5:00pm
Xmas
STAR
top
tree
three baubles
bauble tree bauble
bauble garland garland bauble
tree tree tree bauble garland tree tree tree
lights bauble tree garland tree bauble lights
stem
stem
POT POT POT POT
POT POT POT
POT POT
maybe gifts maybe love maybe peace maybe
top
tree
three baubles
bauble tree bauble
bauble garland garland bauble
tree tree tree bauble garland tree tree tree
lights bauble tree garland tree bauble lights
stem
stem
POT POT POT POT
POT POT POT
POT POT
maybe gifts maybe love maybe peace maybe
#hope
#identity
#Christmas
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