Xmas Poems

Xmas poems bring the best collection of short and long xmas poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great xmas rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these xmas poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on xmas are here for you.

December 25th 0ce

December 25th 0ce short poem

Behold the Christ child is born this day, just as the prophets of old did say. In a manger on the cozy hay did his infant Lordship choose to stay. No cradle by a thousand kings paid for, would befit

Poems containing references to : Xmas

Please Give Them A Home

Please Give Them A Home short poem

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

Goodnight??

Goodnight?? short poem

Does anyone else lie awake at night, Silently putting the world to rights, Wondering if they should get out of bed, Or keep on trying to sleep instead. It’s December and I seem to think it’s funny, To think about

Family Allowance

Family Allowance long poem

Today I smiled as a memory came through, Remembering how I got angry with you, I climbed onto the counter, 8 years old, Never one to do as I was told. I wanted something in a cupboard so high, I

A Cambridge Lamentation

A Cambridge Lamentation elegy

This place is always a little lonely At the weekends…no noise and life; I like solitude, But not in places Where there’s recently been A lot of people. Reclusiveness protects you From nostalgia, And you can be as nostalgic In

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The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty short poem

Listen that delicate one at the stream With the touches of rays at the shimmering cheeks That rhythming heart with troughs and the peaks With the waters of eyes and the emotions, cream Quiet is the drop and the orangish

The Way

The Way prose poem

I never took the easy way,never took the pleasing way buried my Conscience and dug up my essence on the way Fallen heroes,friends and foes I met along the way, found peace the strength that kept me walking was released

My First Teachers

My First Teachers prose poem

Here are these few flowers To honor my first teachers Who taught me even before I knew how to communicate . The first and foremost , my mother Who was second to none but Nature She taught me to voice

New Master Magician

New Master Magician long poem

From out of a blue mist comes magic the voice of a meadow lark, a song straight from the heart… well it is magic beyond belief like something out of a dream like nothing you’ve ever heard or seen and

Enchanted Lullaby

Enchanted Lullaby short poem

I’m a twisted echo In a suicidal prayer, Toxic, dark, and damp Empty thoughts, a musical despair. Demon’s start to whisper softly In an eerie yet, enchanted lullaby, A need to numb the pain within me I dance with the

Swine Time

Swine Time short poem

There once was a pink pig named Horton Who decided it was time to go courtin’ He surveyed the pen, and picked a sweetie named Gwen Snorted Horton let the mating begin Horton bellied on up to his quarry Twixt

Little Truths

Little Truths short poem

Deluge of criminality in the moral night; sun was taking a plunge on the falls, in the name of cobbled up front, for our rise and fall in the primary casuality. Sacred contusion, on the floor of the mausoleum, when

The Thing That….

The Thing That.... long poem

The Thing that helps me see… makes the world blurry. The Thing that makes me laugh…. makes me cry. The Thing that fixed me… is broken. The Thing that I try to show off… is terrible. The Thing they call

Came The Moths

Came The Moths long poem

The moths came in pitch darkness of that night towards the flickering flame of the candle I lit to cry all night to relive, from pain of stings inflicted by thousands of wasps, the yellow banded ones, wild and ferocious, the

Vampire Toy

Vampire Toy short poem

Well and his eyes are so hypnotizing you just can’t turn away He has total control now over your mind body and soul He wants you now and what he wants he gets, yes him Always finds a way… He

Shade

Shade short poem

I dreamt myself a ghost woken Of a morning by frigid rain pitiless, needling, painful, unknown From my indistinct fore-life My domain an irregular bowl A well bottom a warm, still Kingdom to float swampy vapors Possessing to the precipice,

Harmony

Harmony prose poem

We walked, twinkle-toed, through the night’s hush A ‘Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker capping my skull And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre); Hand in hand Finger looped to finger Palms sweating, Lips twinging from a freshly chiselled kiss

I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep short poem

I can’t sleep I can’t sleep because I see my life rushing past me And all I do is stare like An orb suspended in space. I can’t sleep Because I make love and feel nothing There is no afterglow

Thought 4

Thought 4 long poem

Winter fogs are delving over city Like birds of prey with breathless cold Each drop moistens your lips Passing shivering kisses like beloved. The last afternoon sun that brought comforting warm Meekly knocking at the door of grey sky, Her

When I Count My Blessings I Count You Twice

When I Count My Blessings I Count You Twice short poem

When I Count My Blessings I count you twice ‘cuz it’s a miracle come true that you’re even a part of my life I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God every day and every night

I Am Happy And I Know It

I Am Happy And I Know It short poem

I am happy and I know it This all seems to fit After I fell through sadness’ pit I had to be happy I had to be beaming And not screaming This is such a nice feeling Of excitement and

Ancestors

Ancestors long poem

Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I

Attaining Eleven

Attaining Eleven short poem

Desperate to be well My guts were manufacturing Barbed wire and I could feel Every yank of the sibling strands Grating of their braiding Bite of each marital point As the barbs were pinched Onto the endless line. Later, on

Festivals

Festivals short poem

Festivals come and Go The Rich celebrate with gusto The middle class try to appease God and they celebrate too The poor and down trodden left wondering what is it all about When your kitty and tummy is filled you

Through The Fire

Through The Fire long poem

I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.

The Waters Edge

The Waters Edge short poem

By the Waters Edge I sit at the waters edge A soft warm breeze at my face The water that runs through my fingers the warm breeze on my face will never pass this way again The days and years

Saying goodbye to a writer

Saying goodbye to a writer short poem

A lifetime gathered in sheets of paper, Arranged in neat columns – printed sides up; Filed chronologically in hard-backed folders Stacked, inside a blue briefcase. How easily you pick it up And leave…

Hero Of War

Hero Of War long poem

I was brought into this world by the miracle of birth, Just another living thing on the planet we call earth. But as time has gone beside, I was taught that I am more, I’ve been told that I am

Old Year’s Eve

Old Years Eve short poem

The ghosts of winters past plague my mind with a blissful memory of the first coquettish look and the first breath of her omniscient essence The failure of one’s duty by thine own hand is the blade that cuts the

They Cannot Stand Between Us

They Cannot Stand Between Us short poem

Well ever since high school I have loved you You gave me your class ring to wear which just Goes to prove you loved me too but the But those were those who were jealous of us And our love

Wanderer

Wanderer short poem

It was a taxidermal view thousands of fawns on the lake. Can you handle the die-off of the whole truth? I have nowhere to go. Genes are turning on, turning off. Bare hands holding the bruises. Hungry, but cannot eat

Holy War- An Oxymoron

Holy War  An Oxymoron prose poem

My god’s bigger than your god! no! my god’s bigger than your god! therefore my god can beat up your god! isn’t that what gods are all about? isn’t that what gods are for? to beat each other up- you

A Better Mind Thinking

A Better Mind Thinking short poem

Constellation of stars.. Among, The collection of planets… Give a way to reach toward destination… When storm passes away.. The tidal waves set apart.. By seeing the stars and their direction… We follow the best way.. Its mean stars give

The Path You Choose

The Path You Choose short poem

But life isn’t perfect dude, At times, it hits hard on you. Because this roller coaster is crooked AF, And a ride of this kind you just can’t envisage! Nath less, you are the sailor of this very ship, And

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Veiled Inferno

Veiled Inferno short poem

Take it to the doors of heart: features are same, of whores and nuns. Small steps, big hands move towards the blood-gates of ropes to pluck the thorns from books. Tomorrow was yet to come. Today it is bloodbath in

No, No I’m No Ovid!

No, No Im No Ovid! short poem

A useless space between the sentences, ghastly story does not end in black and white. Again the heart cries. I keep on knocking on the doors and then return to blackness. Sometimes people become insects. Cockroaches, ants and spiders, weaving

Kebechet

Kebechet short poem

Pitch white fades to black, In this silent birth, no stillborn arises. Contrarily, life thrives in its silence. Her beauty everywhere, yet impossible to track. Stars alight her skin, Struck with constant reincarnation. The brightest are long dead, The newborns,

I am not disturbed

I am not disturbed short poem

I am supposed to be sick, but I am in office, I am supposed to be working then, but I am goofing away my time, reading a whole lot of stuff that folks have written. And trust me some of