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Angst Christmas Poems | Christmas Poems About Angst

These Angst Christmas poems are examples of Christmas poems about Angst. These are the best examples of Angst Christmas poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Couplet |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Narrative |

An Inmates Dark Christmas

An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of me being confined.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I laid on my bunk in a funk in that cold dark cell.
I was emotionally drunk, and that Christmas day was pure hell!
I pictured my momma in my minds eye, we were hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.
It was at that moment I wanted to die, for I just knew I would succomb to insanity!

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
That day I even contemplated suicide, for the pain and loneliness was just too much.
A bonified emotional homicide, for my momma I would never see or touch!
That Christmas I was a man with an empty shell, and a troubled soul.
A day of pure hell, and alone in that cell became my dark little hole.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I thought that day would never end, but then Christmas was gone.
No family or friend, for I was still terribly alone!
Christmas is still the hardest day of the year, but I manage to get by.
And although I still shed a tear, at least I no longer wanna die!


By Jimmy Matthew Anderson for Constance La Frances contest "Your Saddest Christmas 
Ever"


Details | Light Poetry |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Lyric |

Christmas Blues

Christmas was never about God for me,
it was memories of warm laughter, rosy cheeked joys   	
for if God was the point, whose God would it be?

Xmas was about giving to your protégées.	
Long, long, lost wishes of long broken boy toys,
Christmas was never about God for me.

Winter’s height held the beauty of childhood set free
of hunting and wrapping and folks overjoyed	
for if it was God, we had three, whose God would it be?

This December wonder now past, gone you see,
gone with the cold, I’d not wish despair on July, this killjoy
for Christmas was never about God for me.

Once a year Xmas marks a sad crying spree
with nobody wanting to be home and little joy employed
for if God were the point, my son would be with me?

Perhaps, with grandchildren there be a jubilee
and this hollowed out husk of me will be destroyed
And Christmas will be about God for me
for it could be so, whose god will it be?


Details | Heroic Couplets |

Holiday Tears

'Tis Christmas time once again
  And much to my everlasting chagrin
I cannot seem to stop the tears
 No matter the passing years.

Christmas used to be such fun
 The kids up before the rising sun.
Smiles, giggles, and what not
 To see what Santa had brought.

Wrapping paper everywhere
 No one had a single care
For it was Christmas Day
 Their one day to just play.

I awake now with a groan
 As now I feel I  am all alone.
No visible happiness to share
 Nothing, but this utter despair.

There is no imminent joy
 Neither tree nor even a toy
As this day, yet again is here
 I clearly have no holiday cheer.

At work I do smile
 But nothing worthwhile
As you look into my eyes
 The smile is one of many lies.

No one seems to care
 About my growing despair
Or have I kept it hid so well
 That no one sees my secret hell?

Whatever the case may be
 Pain will not let go of me.
There are no happy cheers
For me, there is just these holiday tears.


Details | Haiku |

Christmas

A Christmas wish list
A quick glimpse into my life
Not much going on


Details | Rhyme |

Reflected Tears

The child is gone.
The tree is here.
The village windows lit.
Laughter’s left. Joy’s remiss.
Mistletoe brings no kiss.

A sad sight, alone at night,
not one to bring true cheer.

The child is gone.
The Christmas tree is here.
The village’s windows lit.
Beneath the tree the gifts are wrapped
mere tokens, reflect the tears.

The child within, the child without.
The scarcity is clear.
No amount of Christmas lights can quell
the loneliness I feel.


Details | Light Poetry |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Rhyme |

Where Is Christ In Christmas


I heard the bells on Christmas day
But there were no choirs singing
Alas the music that I heard
Were the sounds of registers ringing
The Wise men came to honor the babe
Whose birth had been foretold
But now we line up at four A.M.
To snatch TV’s before they’re sold!

When I was young there was a creche`
In the middle of the square
Now it is forbidden
Only Santa now is there
We can’t say “Merry Christmas”
It’s not politically correct
Only “Happy Holidays”
This I can’t accept!

How lonely Christ must feel
To be forgotten in this way
The Mall is not a chapel
Where we should kneel and pray
Remember, Jesus is the reason
We should celebrate this day
O come all ye faithful
On this holy Christmas morn
Let our voices ring out loud and clear
Alleluia, Alleluia, Jesus Christ is born

Copyright 2009 Beatrice Boyle (For Destroyers contest  Best Holiday Poem)
(All rights reserved)


Details | Quatrain |

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To hell with Hallmark and their bourgeois cards of greeting
Sent to wives from guilty husbands who are always cheating
Or to that teenage blonde who wiggles for older men only
Sent from a young teenage boy who she leaves lying lonely

To hell with Macy’s and their senile Santa in a cheap suit
To hell with their sales with which honesty has a major dispute
I have no tears for Sears and no bucks for Roebuck too
And to The Home Depot and Loews I say to both buck you

The commercials on television go on adfinitum
While commercialism and greed become an item
There’s fake snow and snowballs that never melt
While the Santa in Macy’s is made to tighten his belt

Wal-Mart and K-Mart both sell the same damned crap
But at Macy’s your little brat can sit on Senile Santa’s soiled lap
These are all places where compassion and Christmas spirit is defied
And I don’t think a really good Christmas sale is why our savior Jesus died
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