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Details | Ballad |

Candlelight Flames pt 3 A Christmas for two

Candlelight Flames pt. 3 ~ A Christmas For Two

The way you are, I fancy you
Twist and turn and turning blue
I hold my breath, I bleed for you
Wrapped in ribbons And Christmas too
So twist and twist My kiss is for you
The way you are, I fancy you

So strip me with your Golden Eyes
Your Golden Hair Your Golden Stare
Strip me Naked in the Rain
Stripped me Naked so Insane
Strip me, take me- Candy Cane

Dancing and Dancing
So beautiful you stand
Dancing this Dance
Our love in the sand
Twisting and Turning 
I’m burning for you
Screaming, I’m screaming 
“This love’s turning true”
Wrapped you in ribbons 
It’s Christmas for two
The way that you are
I fancy for you

So strip me naked 
Let’s dance in the rain
Strip me, take me
Our love so insane
You twissed me and kissed me
It’s Christmas for two
Wrapped me in ribbons 
Our love’s turning true
Dancing this dance because I fancy for you~ 
  It’s Love and Romance and my 
Kiss is for You

   by €hristian Alexander

Copyright © Christian Alexander | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

I hate Christmas

(This is a fictional poem)

Most people love Christmas but I don't.
People tell me that I should learn to love Christmas again but I won't.
Something tragic happened on Christmas day.
My life was ruined when my family was violently taken away.
Three robbers broke in my house and killed my wife and daughter.
A gun was aimed at my head while I watched them get slaughtered.
They stole our valuables and then shot me with one of their guns.
They left right after shooting me and I called 911.
I was rushed to the hospital and I'm still alive.
But my heart is broken because my family didn't survive.
My life was destroyed and I live in hell because of this nightmare.
They finally caught those men and I hope they get the chair.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you have a family, you're better off than me.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

A Revolutionary Christmas

It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs 
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how his daily went,
He was only 15 years old,
Already prepping for content of execution
‘Cause he resented his present sleeping tent

With no loving parents
Just a distant memory and a vague scent,
Through the cold days and nights
He planned every scenario possibly to circumvent,
He was scared for his life but had to be strong
Couldn’t relent under pressure
He hated to see these happy spoiled brats with their gold
‘Cause he too wanted his own treasure,

Like the pirate that he was 
He sought out other aggressors
They planned to stand tall at a mall
To see if there would be any holiday gestures
With caps in their hand bracing the cold weather,
The patrons came and went
Putting a dagger through their endeavor,
Not wanting to pester,
Or be anyone’s jester
He understood that he had to one up and
better their adventure,
He was hungry for respect
His appetite was growling to take more of a drastic measure,

Being on the lower end of the spectrum
He’s all too familiar with people
Living arrogantly with an abundance of pleasures,
They couldn’t give a damn about the less fortunate
His purpose now was clear, and it was all coming together
The texture of the lever was smooth and its design was very clever
His initial plan was written in Braille 
Where only the blind can transcribe
the contents of his unfinished letter. 

Copyright © Remi Stan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Delusional Christmas

Sixpence none the richer Christmas day
unwrapping that pretty silver bow
hoping for the proverbial pot of gold
amongst treasures Santa left in tow

Street corner kettles all dressed in red
full of empty promises and seasonal semblance
of somehow now caring for that colurless fellow
bells relentlessly taking toll inside my head 

Gifts of wine and cheer soon to disappear
at the first fall of winter's fresh flakes
slip sliding downhill on an icy terrain
blaming all your faults on others mistakes

Curling up with the cat eyeing tinsel on the street
preferring a cup of eggnog over other's company
waiting for the last light bulb to bust
and the return of normalcy, hatred, and mistrust

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

i hate you

i use to believe you actually loved me
but after over five years
i realize you never did
all i have to remember you by is 
one birhtday card and a purplelava lamp
almost sixteen years of life
and that's the day that
still haunts my dreams
hearing a door slam shut
watching you drive away
not knowing it was forever
i hope you know how much i cried for you that day
going into fifth-grade was the worst
people talked about summer vacations
and days with their parents
how could i tell everyone you'd left
everything got worse from there
brithdays ands holidays forgotten
trying to act like i never cried
i hate you for leaving
every christmas without at least a card
a christmas night i spend crying
every birthday, every thanksgiving
without at least a phone call
is one spent crying in secret at night
i'll never let you know you hurt me
never let it show that i care
i hate you for doing this to me

Copyright © Kevin Elmore | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Right Now I Really Hate Myself

Right now I really hate myself, 
for the things, this past summer I've done. 
And the pain I caused my beautiful wife, 
my daughter, and my son. 
Six months or so have passed, 
and oh so many tears I've cried. 
I sometimes wish that in that room, 
I would have just up and died. 
Now as Christmas fastly aproches, 
Im sadded once again in heart; 
For the debt that I created, 
from a lustful heart. 
Also how depressed I feel, 
for Christmas will surely be, 
One of very little, 
under our Christmas tree. 
So for now I feel truly sadden, 
for the kids will wonder why, 
Santa skipped our house this year, 
for some reason passed us by.

Copyright © Dwayne Bailey | Year Posted 2009