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Christmas Epic Poems | Epic Poems About Christmas

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

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Details | Epic |

The Invitation

December 25th-  The Christmas Wedding

Head-to-head,
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery 
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up by:
Rings of “I Do”

The eyes of Eve hide underneath a white veil
Beautiful-
A bride walking down the misty mistletoe isle
Wondering why the majestic mustang moon sank without trace?

The aroma of pine trees idle into the death defying fog
Fine firm decorated ribbons snug unopened gifts
Desperately-
Mistletoes wait above the tenable tint threshold
Kissing and Cheering
New Christmas Vows
In her hands, a beautiful bouquet 
-Bridal flowers for the maids
Forsaken by dark dusky dullness wedding cloud
Flustering fragrance thicken the chestnut cold air
Ornaments endured dreary tears

Despising the drapes of fog
That covers the newly wed winter show
Harmony withdrew from that winter wonderland
A white gown, not meant to be
Christmas crushed by her greed
The unkind erratic earth exchanged her own silent vows
In a horrifying hoary haze
A heavy foggy breeze dropped in like debris,
Blowing her tiara dreams away
On this very exact Christmas Day

:-)
11-22-13


Details | Epic |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Epic |

White paper boat

White paper boat

Her image fled among the trees
his realness to intercept,
some Christmas day! With scenes inept,
beneath dark clouds and deathward's seize.

A mercenary sergeant was
that fought in wars for many years,
ascertained charge to volunteers,
instructing e'er the warfare laws.

The coffee 'pon the mountain glen,
on twilight time of wintertime,
his Christmas warmed (recalled a chime),
the M16 A4's his friend.

A ranger, served elite brigades,
but couldn't tell how life was lost,
his apparition of a ghost,
that fled to slopes and pure cascades.

He just recalled one Winter morn,
received her mail; on streamlet's banks,
next to the seething tracks of tanks,
he read her vows, on paper worn.

He never knew to phrase response,
and also thought she wouldn't wait;
his quantum was devoid of fate,
proscribing stronghold, Christmas' sconce.

On thawed snow-stream her worn mail goes,
white paper boat, comrade and guard,
his stare kept up, he was shot hard,
upon the snow, two qubits froze.

© 11-22-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Epic, Iambic tetrameter)


Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: CHRISTMAS EPIC POEM

(for definitions, please read the "about the poem" text.)


Details | Epic |

MIRACLE OF NOEL


While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm. December night catches a sliver of merriment from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend of white and gold weaves the lane of a city shimmering with joy. The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger, cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed. ‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses, in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment much richly praised. Canticle of eternity, karma seeds breathing out tidings held by acts of giving : hands clasping loved ones and strangers to embrace the core of oneness , as if one language whispers the same chime of peace bound by a hymn of reawakening. And all seasons can never duplicate the benevolence of this fragrant chapter oiled in tassels of gold , incense and myrrh, it is just so. For in the soul of a one-world cheer, this is the only brink of paradise gleaming as a child bestows Love , when Nativity heralds the reign of sacredness as heaven meets earth,
and earth meets first Noel’s heaven.
Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta by nette onclaud


Details | Epic |

One Winter's Night

I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.

I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.

The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.

What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.

But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.

I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.

A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.

I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.

Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.

Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.

Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!



Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic


Details | Epic |

The Little Fir Tree

There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one
It was only in its first year of growth

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest
The little fir asked what is going on?
the other trees said its Christmas time

They will be taken into people's homes 
then they will be decorated and lit up
parcels at their feet sharing the joy
of Christmas, a real honour to be chosen

I want to be a Christmas tree said the fir
you are much too young and far too little
they take most trees when they are four
you will have to wait and do some growing

I want it to be spring it said not winter
then I will be able to grow big like you
soon the loggers had finished cutting down
now there were large gaps in the rows

The little fir thought lots of sun helps
at last the spring came and with it growth
the little fir stretched as high as it could
filling out as it reached upwards for the sun

In the morning men came and started to plant
soon there were lots of little trees around
one worker said strange there is one little one
should we cut it down, no leave it to grow bigger

The little fir grew all through the summer
enjoying the hot lazy days while it could
it saw many changes over the weeks and months
as autumn passed away the land cooled down

Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two
the snow lay heaped around the little fir's roots
It will soon be time for the loggers to come
then all us four year old's will be Christmas trees

I wish I could be a Christmas tree like all of you
you will have to grow a lot more before they take you
the little tree sighed, it so badly wanted to be one
next day the loggers came and took the older trees

Once more the rows looked very bare and also bleak
the little tree hunkered down to wait for spring
then one day a little girl and her dad came
they walked down the rows looking at all the trees

That one she shouted dad, pointing at the little fir
it is rather small, would you not like a bigger one
no, no, said the little girl that one is perfect
I can reach to do most of the decorating of it's branches

Fantastic thought the little tree, I am a Christmas tree
they gently cut it down and carried it to their truck
when they got home they put some growth power on the base
and planted it in a great big pot that was a shiny red

The tree looked around the room in awe struck wonder
there were flashing lights around the snowy windows
cards strung over the fire mantle so very colourful
streamers hung from corner to corner looking so gay

Then they started to put baubles, tinsel and lights
and a lovely angel to go on the top it felt so good
at last the little fir would know what Christmas
was like, it watched all the fun as the presents

Were passed around and eagerly opened with sighs
and shouts of delight, the tree smiled at their joy
now finally they sat down and ate their dinner
with many toasts being passed, at last it was over

Then next day they took the little fir outside
and put it in a cold frame to protect it for the winter 
oh wow it thought I will be a Christmas tree again next year
and so the little fir tree got it's dearest wish

written 12/20/2013 

contest Tell Me A Story


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Epic |

Santa Claus

Santa Clause has a more heroic deed and story, Which everyone might have missed to hear and see; He has been on service for a decade or yore, He's a wizened Santa and he cannot walk anymore. His reindeer are nowhere to be found, They went to breed, he keeps looking for them around; He has cataracts, so he cannot see them, He was operated…now, he has spectacles with thick lens. He is worried that his gifts will not be given on time, So, he sits hurriedly on his wheelchair drawn by snowman, But snowman keeps rolling while dragging him on the ground, He wishes that someone will pass by to get them quickly in town. Santa Clause has a brilliant idea on his mind, He remembers some balloons for children on his chair, behind; He blows them and takes some helium for snowman’s body, Now, you can hear them both saying “ho ho ho”-- flying happily. Christmas to New Year, you can still see him hovering on air, He is busy dropping gifts for adults and children so dear; Everyone is running gladly to receive the gifts while singing, "Oh Santa, you got the whole year the spirits of the three kings."
January 3, 2014 9.10pm ©2014by Leonora Galinta All Rights Reserved Fifth Place Contest: Santa Claus Judged: 1/3/14 Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi


Details | Epic |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Free verse |

CHRISTMAS

 What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With decorations delights.
Don't you remember cold winter
Nights?
Hanging a hundred strains, of 
Decorative multicolored lights.
After all your hard work,
One bulb, just flickers,
Then without warning,
It goes out completely.
Deck those halls, drag out the, 
Holly, put up the mistletoe by golly.
Let us welcoming a new tradition,
Started by the baby boom generation.
Black Friday's shopping extravaganza,
 Which begins at the crack of dawn.
Brave souls camping out, huddled together,
Just to save a dollar.
Frozen gnomes, with coffee cups held tightly,
Standing in a everlasting line,
Patiently, waiting for the doors to finally open.
After arriving home, grateful it's all over.
Then realizing it's time, to do all the
 Joyous wrapping.
 So open the eggnog, pour me a glass,
I'll drink it down in celebrations repast.
Bring on the turkey with sides galore,
Shall we not feast until theirs no room for more.
But really to me it's all about a time long ago,
In a manger far away, beneath a shinning star,
Here a tiny baby was born,
And he smiled at mankind's world.
Family, loved ones gathered near,
Hearts in hand.
 Embracing each other with happiness,
Love and good cheer.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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