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.
Lack1ng
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 8:56am
26th Mar 2023 8:56am
The Trip
On my sixteenth Christmas,
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
My family decided, last-minute, to take a vacation.
Holidays at the airport are quite grim,
On the way in, smog sticks in your lungs like a bad cough.
The interior is plagued with people,
Who all need to be at the same place, five minutes faster than you.
Excitement didn’t set in until the plane door closed.
Only a few seconds after finally feeling relief.
Was it worth it?
Yes. The 13 hours of travel was worth a 2 minute experience.
Our plane descended on Paris,
I sat in the aisle, craning...
#inspirational
#Christmas
#fate
#travel
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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5 Comments
Sybil_StarWitch
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
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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PAR
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 12:32pm
31st Dec 2022 12:32pm
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
253 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 2:09am
29th Dec 2022 2:09am
Jolly Along!
With her own knees against her bosom pressed
I saw her feet into heaven arise
Beguiling more of me into her nest
And my hips pounding atop her thighs
Which 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!
And thus her love was paradise regained
As my love transpired into the place
Where it often had so completely drained
To leave her with...
I saw her feet into heaven arise
Beguiling more of me into her nest
And my hips pounding atop her thighs
Which 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!
And thus her love was paradise regained
As my love transpired into the place
Where it often had so completely drained
To leave her with...
#love
#Christmas
278 reads
11 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 4:35pm
27th Dec 2022 4:35pm
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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xinaskirt
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 00:00am
27th Dec 2022 00:00am
A Christmas Story...
#sex
#Christmas
#threesome #dirty
#threesome #dirty
793 reads
25 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
26th Dec 2022 12:18pm
26th Dec 2022 12:18pm
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
241 reads
1 Comment
LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 10:56pm
25th Dec 2022 10:56pm
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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Baldwin
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
25th Dec 2022 2:05pm
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
#PopCulture
280 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 8:59am
25th Dec 2022 8:59am
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
370 reads
3 Comments
Vee
Rina
Rina
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 7:06am
25th Dec 2022 7:06am
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
304 reads
6 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 1:52am
25th Dec 2022 1:52am
The Canary
When my uncle bought me a gift, it was something I had to bury.
When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.
He put in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
Feeding and watering it was what the idiot failed to remember.
Cussing and yelling was what my neighbors heard.
When I receive a present, I don't want a dead bird.
When I yelled and cussed, my uncle said that I wasn't showing gratitude.
But when I receive a dead bird for a present, it tends to put me in a bad mood.
My uncle is so dumb that I'm ashamed to admit that...
When I opened his Christmas present, I received a dead canary.
He put in a cage and wrapped it on the first day of December.
Feeding and watering it was what the idiot failed to remember.
Cussing and yelling was what my neighbors heard.
When I receive a present, I don't want a dead bird.
When I yelled and cussed, my uncle said that I wasn't showing gratitude.
But when I receive a dead bird for a present, it tends to put me in a bad mood.
My uncle is so dumb that I'm ashamed to admit that...
#birds
#Christmas
#fiction
#funny
#rhyming
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