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Christmas Pain Poems | Christmas Poems About Pain

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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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Scarred and Broken Man

Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard.
Life became intolerable after he was scarred.
On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned.
Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around.

When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what he saw.
Just six months earlier, he also lost his daughter and son-in-law.
Now he hates Christmas more than he would a plague.
Just the mention of Christmas fills this man with rage.

This man became so bitter that his heart is now as black as coal.
Those tragedies destroyed his life, they sure did take their toll.
His granddaughter was taken far too soon, she was only five.
Ten Christmases have passed since but he still mourns because they didn't survive.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

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 

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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Christmas I'll Stand

Christmas blues
without clues
comes and goes
no one knows
the sadness I feel
with pain in my heel
the bells will ring
and I will sing
for Christmas is here
and life is so dear
Happy Holidays to all
Santa's still shopping the mall

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Forgotten Promises

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am looking through the window
Watching people under the snow

Some are with family, cooking and eating
Some are in the street, walking and shopping
Some are at home cleaning and decorating
Some are with friends packing and traveling

Everything seems fine
but when I look again …

Some are hungry, looking for food
Some are homeless, shivering in the cold
Some are lonely, sitting with sadness
Some are in pain, mourning for a loss

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am thinking to myself
Is this the world we promised to build?

What happened to our world?
What happened to us?
What is going on?
Did we forget our promises?

We promised to NOTICE
We promised to ADJUST
We promised to PROTECT
Then why so much RAVAGE?

We promised to CARE
We promised to CARESS
We promised to FEED
Then why so much HUNGER?

We promised to RECEIVE
We promised to RELIEVE
We promised to FORGIVE
Then why so much REVENGE?

We promised to RESPECT
We promised to APPRECIATE
We promised to LOVE
Then why so much HATRED?

We promised to COMMUNICATE
We promised to COMPREHEND
We promised to CONNECT
Then why so much DISUNITY?

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
How is it going to end?
What to promise again?

Copyright © Rixa White | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever

Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007

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Insignificant Pain

Christmas Day of twenty-fifteen,
Was the worst in many years.
It should've been a happy time,
But it was bad with many tears.

We walked into my brother's house,
Following behind my two little boys.
Expecting an inviting welcome but, 
Instant silence replaced the noise.

Had we entered the wrong house?
Because it was very clear to see.
Although we were certainly invited,
No one was happy to see us three!

Silent glares from frowning faces,
Did I enter the wrong damn space?
Confused, I sat and wondered why,
Why did we feel so out of place?

Now it's time to enjoy the meal,
That was prepared for everyone.
I turned and looked at the table,
No spot was there for either son.

Finally, there was open seats,
Next to empty plates & crumbs.
They ate like they hadn't in days,
Reminded me of starving bums.

As I held back the painful tears,
That threatened then to overflow.
Don't they see that I'm really trying,
To understand what I do not know?

I couldn't comprehend back then,
What I have come to clearly see.
Knowing we weren't wanted there,
And you still invited the boys & me?

To you my pain was insignificant,
It ripped a canyon in my heart!
Tell me how to repair this damage,
When I don't know where to start?

Copyright © Misty Johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Once upon a Christmas
We were together
A meeting 
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
We parted from each other
A parting
A pain

Once upon a Christmas
Two hands held each other
Close to the fire
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
Two souls torn from each other
Beyond the cool seas
A pain

Once upon a Christmas
Went for long walks together
In the garden of ecstasy
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
Lonely nights away from each other
In a cold house, in a cold bed
A pain

Once upon a Christmas 
We’ll again be together
The pleasure and pain
We’ll share with each other.

  By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Your Saddest Christmas Ever
Sponsored by- Constance~A Rambling Poet~

Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2010

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Christmas present shopping

'Christmas present shopping'

I took myself home through the shops
To get ideas you see
I knew I wouldn't last that long
Bent back soon breaking me
Shoppers happy, excited smiles
Five minutes in for me is miles
Try on shoes just for the seat
As rest already warn out feet
Legs drag heavy, feel like lead
Soon I trudge back home to bed
Don't know why I tried it
So much easier online
Through Amazon I flick
With my back pain almost 'fine'
Now thumbs beyond out stretching
And back support so fetching
This old bird is sitting out
If it ain't online you're missing out
So sorry friends and family
This year for Christmas Day
If it's not online remotely
Or via charge from pal of pay
Don't expect it in your stocking
Or underneath the tree
As this Christmas present shopping
Just really ain't for me

'Christmas present shopping' 
by Victoria Payne @MrsGDK

Copyright © Victoria Payne | Year Posted 2016

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Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
To all that who knock
But I won't answer the door
Till the face on this clock

Says tomorrow, tomorrow
And Christmas has passed
And I can sigh a relief
To this pain in the ass

So thanks for your time
And your Christmas good cheer
But what I need most is perfectly clear

Some peace and some quiet
Is all that I ask
So don't be like Christmas
A pain in the ass

Copyright © Kevin Fix | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |

My Admissions

Escalated had it, through mere words
An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober
Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity
A day of togetherness, spent alone
My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. 

You were right, I conceded; true or untrue
A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard
To read was it my choice, to refuse 
A key preventing entrance, denying inebriated lectures
Solitude enlightening the festivities, more than company. 

The skies were blue as I walked toward a reprieve
Blame was exchanged, for a norm that was apparent 
Maybe a little disappointment, wooed me forward
But an excuse does that afford none, for irrationality
Irresponsible was I in not informing ; irresponsible were you in trying to find me. 

Your defence would I always assist, to rectify or sway 
Good to me were you never not
Imperfections denied by a bond, unbroken
My respect wanting to yield, but not confounding
Your pedestal never lowering, even when your actions requested. 

Maybe forgiveness is to be asked, to relieve
An apology would do well, to alleviate
One person, a victor, the other not; egos choosing 
Toxins I am unaccustomed to, poisoning minds
I want to hate, but love remains true.

Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


Christmas season is here again
A season that calls for celebration
A time set aside to remember the birth of the king of kings
Let us go into this season with our hearts full of praises
As we give our Christmas gifts of golds, myrrhs and frankincenses to our king
While our houses are decorated with Christmas signatures, our Christmas decorations
What a season to share, love and re-activate the significance of the birth of the king
A time and period to remember
A season that caresses with joy and happiness leaving pain and sadness without attention
A season where the Christmas lights glow-shinning brighter than ever before
The Christmas bells jingle as the people sing aloud Christmas carols and mingle
Hearts are full of praises, excitement fills the air
Angels ascend and descend with gifts as we proceed into a new year
The snowman resurfaces not wanting-unwilling to miss out of this joyful Christmas season
Christmas hampers fill every home, indeed Christmas season leaves us with a feeling of
joyful happiness to behold
The mistletoe sprouts curling its way around homes     
Christmas trees emerge in every home as snowflakes descend
Christmas cards are delivered to spread the love and celebration across every home, town,
street, city, community, continent, region, and world
The sounds of Christmas carols soar into the clouds, echoing into the membranes of the earth
The Candle lights shine bright in this Christmas season
Christmas eases the pain of January to November
With the Christmas bells “gingling”
We make Christmas wishes and hope Santa delivers our Christmas gifts
Can you hear the Christmas carols setting the template for the Christmas feeling ?
An indeed reuniting season
Christmas hampers and gifts go round every family
Christmas candles light the world
“Oh Christmas tree” sings the Christmas trees
Jiggle your Christmas bells aloud and let the Christmas cards and pictures give us
memories of the lovely and beautiful Christmas moments we shared.

Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2009