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Christmas Introspection Poems | Introspection Poems About Christmas

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

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Details | Tanka |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Narrative |

The Christmas Haunting

The old man had always had an unnatural fondness 
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily, 
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind 
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about 
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….

“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie 
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents 
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house, 
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them, 
she is your dog, your responsibility.”  The lad wiped the tears from 
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper. 
He had become proficient at this chore.

 “Being”
To be or not to be
One two three four, 
four more to go. 
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his 
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home 
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.”  “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.

“Being” 
To be or not to be, 
One, two, three, four, five, 
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he 
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies 
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over 
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small 
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box 
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas 
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.

In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest


Details | Rhyme |

JUST AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE

Christmas time all smiles and cheer…. Is what it supposed to be this time of year…. I know some would say "It is" and will happily agree, But I’m sure some feels like me…. That Christmas just isn’t what it used to be…. All I seem to hear is what you get me!!! It’s like the spirit just left!! Taking all its glorious wonders to see… Leaving us with nothing but some presents and a tree…. Now where’s the joy in that u tell me???


Details | Narrative |

The Fog Rolls in

The fog rolls in surrounding me,
My hand before me, I barely see.
A heaviness as moisture clings to the air,
Ghost like shadows from trees that are bare.

I walk forward I don’t want to look back,
I grab a new card from off of the stack.
I think of it like turning over a new leaf,
I take a deep breath and hope for relief.

I turn the corner there are lights shining bright.
Blue lights resonate and glow in the night.
A Christmas tree lit, entirely in blue,
Like a beacon in the fog it shines right through.


The Christmas tree lights shine much like my hope,
I try to break free with some slack in the rope.
They bring a smile and fill me with content,
As the fog thickens the lights don’t relent.

They seem to glow within the fog,
I lose my bearing as I trip on a log.
I feel like a ghost upon a canvas of white, 
It all disappears within the confines of night.

I hear a bell from a church on the hill,
Its haunting sound from what was still.
It seems to call to me to just forge on.
All of a sudden the ringing is gone.

I stand in darkness just me and the fog,
Something awakens, memories it jogs.
I think of my journey and all I’ve been through,
What has been done and what’s left to do.

It hasn’t been easy though it’s not bad.
I have fond memories of great times I’ve had.
Still something’s missing as I look for the door,
I know it can’t be like it was once before.

The winds picks up, adds a chill to the air.
It awakens my senses so I really don’t care.
I stand at the threshold to the future and past.
I will simply step outside, the shadows it casts.


Details | Free verse |

Holding On, Or Throwing Away?

There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.

His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with 
a zipper.
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
	And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
	left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.

In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and 
photo.
	He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his 
heart
	As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.

Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
	by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
	to write personal poetry full of memories.

There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Belt buckles.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.

A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
	Always said they were too good to wear.
		I store them still.

Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the 
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket 
treasures.

~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
		And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine 
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.

This is foolishness,  hanging on.  
In spite of saving all this stuff
	the hole in me is still there. ...
		But I just could not throw him away.


Details | Rhyme |

Peace for Troubled Hearts

As I hang the shining “Star of Bethlehem” atop my Christmas tree I recall with joy, the greatest miracle there was to be Two thousand years have passed since; yet, truth still holds And for me it is not some old folklore; or some legend of old There is a mighty king who willingly gave up his crown Donning mortality, he, "love unconditional", came down Pure love, accompanied by a peace, meant for every man His words and example were the seeds to plant. I still believe in miracles even when others can’t digest I wish for a miracle today in the deafening halls of Congress That by some magic, they could walk in the peoples’ shoes Feel the alarming fear of young and old; and I pray they’d choose- Peace for troubled hearts and all Relief for hurting people with backs against the wall ~*~
Note: For "Your Christmas Miracle" Contest Sponsored by Carolyn 2nd Place


Details | McWhirtle |

Hot Snow in July

Walking under a burning sun
Listening evocative Christmas songs

Sweat furrows my motionless visage
Snow calmly is falling down

Alive drops dissolve my thoughts
A fresh breath gently stirs 

Walking straightaway still alone
Looking for a friendly crucial turn

Nobody matching my broken mind
What's hot? What's cold?

Deep down somebody is already here
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 


Details | Kyrielle |

Looking forward to Christmas

As I write from far away
I Struggle to keep my thoughts and feelings at bay
My words drop on my paper in awe, arrah!
My nostalgia races through my mind in disarray.

There is nothing quite like the coming of Christmas
The melodies, decorations, and hyped spirits make me feel Christmassy
There is nothing quite excellent like the Christmas season
When we all honour and celebrate for a great reason.

We commemorate our Saviour’s birth
Whose life on earth was a myth
We praise God’s name in glorious prayer
And show Mary, the mother, how much we revere her.

As the time draws nearer
And the end of the year comes closer
We embark on a shopping spree;
Shop around for spectrums of items and never miss a Christmas tree.

I’m far away from home
It feels like I’m alone in a dome
Emasculated of my family’s love and care
But I’m consoled by the memories of times we shared.

Though my thoughts and emotions are no more depressing
The creepy weather brings cold feeling and moaning
But my hope in the peace, love and sweet tidings the season will bring
Makes every cold feeling and moaning endearing.

I look forward to eating my friend’s nice-looking mince pies
My ears itch for the chitchats with my angelic niece, an incredible magpie
I look forward to seeing on Christmas day little girls and boys
Brimming with candid smiles as they move around with their Christmas toys.


Details | Rhyme |

What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


Details | Villanelle |

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


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