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Lonely Christmas Poems | Christmas Poems About Lonely

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

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Details | Rhyme |

Alone on Christmas Day

I knelt down by my bedside
then I bowed my head to pray
I ask you Lord, why must I be
alone on Christmas day?

I have no children of my own
I have no loving wife
Why must I be alone like this?
why must I live this life?

A life lived mostly by myself
at one time felt so grand
But, now I'm so much older
and, I just don't understand

Why it is...that this must be
for I know...you love me so
Please answer me this question
'cause I have a need to know

I thought I'd be alone this day
Then, I heard the church bells chime
That's when I realized, I was never alone
'cause you've been with me all the time


Details | Free verse |

Merry Christmas PS!

This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place.  
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who 
passed in 2007.  Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas.  She raised 
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled.  When 
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me.  Please read "For 
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss).  Anyway - Thank you to my best friend 
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me.  I don't really have "family" only 
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.)  Marty is all I have in my life.  
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends"          Friends are so rare.  
I'm talking genuine friends.  So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for 
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of 
you and I don't really know some of you. lol  It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.  
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses!  Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.  
Thank you!  Lolita my friend until the end!  Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always! 
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile.  Simone my newest fan your comments 
sometimes make me blush! lol   Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card  and your 
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say?  There are cards I would like to get 
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail.  I 
would like to hear from you guys w/pics  I too will send pics of me  Merry Christmas XOXO's 
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405  Marion NC 28752


Details | Ballad |

New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Eve In A Foxhole

'Twas just him and his thoughts in that cold and lonely hole,
Awaiting the sergeant's dreaded muster to begin the night's patrol.
For days the weary soldier had been on the line in bitter battle,
'Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the musket's steady rattle!

'Twas Christmas Eve and he was far from home in Afghanistan.
He was barely eighteen years old but had quickly become a man.
In the fading light he read from Luke the story of that Glorious Night,
That gave him hope and warmed his soul despite his precarious plight.

He turned the pages of his Bible to the soothing Twenty-third Psalm,
To read again that beautiful passage - that reassuring message of calm.
A bright star shone over his lonely post reminding him of Bethlehem,
And the star that topped the tree at his home in far away Birmingham.

His thoughts turned to home and better times with his Mom and Dad.
He mused upon Christmases past and the good times that they'd had;
The good food his Mom prepared and presents beneath the tree.
Alas, Christmas dinner this year would be cold coffee and an MRE.

During the lull in battle he saw from afar a winding camel train,
And shepherds herding their bleating flocks across that desolate plain.
Such a peaceful yet poignant scene, he mused, 'midst the gore of war,
Reminding him once again of that first joyous Christmas Eve of yore!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Prose Poetry |

Wish

Wish

Seven years I’ve been waiting for
A Christmas with you I wish for
Just like the other years that passed by
My wish for Christmas never gone by

A thought bothered my mind
How do you feel fine?
How do I feel fine?
If it breaks your soul it breaks mine.

Everything you have to sacrifice
A tear drops in your eyes
I wish I could make it dry
But I too can’t stop myself to cry

I hope he will grant my wish
If not now, maybe next year
I would still be waiting here
The same wish that I wished.


Details | Couplet |

WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


Details | Lyric |

A Gray Christmas

The little boy sits by the christmas tree 
Full of light and color
Trying to figure out what all the colors are
He puts his little hands on the ornaments
Trying to see what they are
Feeling them
He steps back and falls over a present
He feels around the box trying to open it
Only seeing alittle 

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

"do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says
The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best"

A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son
The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry"
He hangs up.

Back in the living room

The boy stands up and walks over to his mom
"mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says

She replies "yes sweety i have."

He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?"

She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree

"this one is blue" she smiles

He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles

She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep

She sits down on the chair and thinks
"to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart"


There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day




Details | Free verse |

A Lonely Christmas

The Christmas Memories of the past are beautiful, when the kids were little and we could all Celebrate as a family. As they were growing up, we still celebrated the Holidays. There was never a lot of money to buy expensive gifts, but we manage to have enough food and buy a few gifts for everyone. Those were the happy days, or shall I say - the Good old days. Soon the kids grew up, got married and moved away. They don't come around much. They now have their own celebrations. Some parents are forgotten and are now alone, because one left, or has passed away. Sometimes it is a single mother, that went through a lot of hard times to raise her kids. That mother, now sits alone on this lonely Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, thinking of what the days gone by used to be. The Baby Jesus is the only one that keeps her company on this Christmas Day...
12/16/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: A friend asked me to write something on this topic. Like her there many of us that have to to spend The Holidays alone, sometimes it is a father.


Details | Lyric |

The Lonely Grinch's Carol

Decorated tree with lights and bells
Standing free from walls and shelves

Blissful youth keep warbling chants
Wrathful me grow scalding hands

My gnashing teeth and pounding heart
My crashing joy their humming part

A youngster sits on Santa’s lap
Her buoyant wish wreck my nap

Fathers and mothers at home with sons
Assembling round the tree with songs

Carols and hymns pleasant in ear
I hate to sing but love to hear

A lonely Grinch I break in tear
To see them sing and dance in cheer

Merry Christmas not hard to hear
I bow and say Happy New Year


Details | Narrative |

A Lonely Christmas

The foreman and his missus
Had invited me to share
Their supper on this Christmas Eve
And to join their evening prayer.
Their little ones with shining eyes
Gazed at the Christmas tree,
Excited about their Christmas socks
And the presents they would see.
I walked back to the bunkhouse
Beneath a cloudless sky,
Searching to find the Christmas star
Still shining there on high.
The bunkhouse was warm, but lonesome
With no other cowpokes there.
They'd all gone home for Christmas.
I pretended not to care.
Christmas carols on the radio
Brought back thoughts of the star
That had shone down on those pastures
In that Eastern land so far.
Taking off my vest and Sunday shirt,
I threw them on the trunk.
I stripped down to my underwear
And crawled into my bunk.
My day had started early.
I had worked hard with the crew
So they could start their Christmas fun
When all the chores were through.
With no wife nor kids to need me
I had told the rest I'd stay
And watch out for the cattle.
They could have their Christmas Day.
The warm room made me sleepy
And I started in to doze.
Right there before my bugging eyes
The Christmas Star arose.
I was a lonely shepherd
In that land so far away,
Who had been left to guard the sheep
Until the break of day.
I heard the angels singing
And saw the moving star.
I marveled at the wonder
And glory from afar.
The bright star beckoned to me
And angels led the way
To where the future King of All
Lay in the mound of hay.
I wanted so to follow them
But I had pledged my word.
I had to turn a deaf ear to
The messages I heard.
I knew my solemn duty lay
In guarding helpless sheep.
I prayed the Lord's forgiveness but
The vigil I must keep.
The star reflected in the eyes
Of creatures all around,
Waiting for the lonely stray
Or any sheep they found.
I could not shirk my duty,
To seek Him out that night,
But I knew I never would forget
That glorious, wondrous sight.
I had this dream some years ago,
But should that star reappear
Ive hung up my rope and saddle.
I can follow with no fear.

Buy: Joyce  Johnson (Posted in Cowboy Poetry. Com Dec. 2007)


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