Christmas Woman Poems | Christmas Poems About Woman
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The crowded streets are cold
And her bottle's getting dry
She can hear the Baby Jesus
As he's singing in the sky
Cold rain is pouring down
There's winter in the air
People spending money
And there's christmas everywhere
With a bottle for her sickness
And a toast for the healed
A quick prayer for the wounded
On her christmas battlefield
A street light is her holy star
as her christmas make-believe
And a cardboard on the pavement
Is her home for christmas eve
She has no christmas gift
No christmas story she can tell
She's got a basket full of junk
And a body she can sell
Some says she'll never be forgiven
For her dirty kind of trade
But if one can buy forgivness
she already has paid
The sun is always shining
Down on some folks head
They never have to starve
Or to beg for daily bread
They give each other gifts
While Baby Jesus cry in vain
As he is begging them to stop
And help a human in the rain
Men will call her hooker
As their rising appetite
Make them use her body
In their lousy lonely night
It is cold and it is christmas
The whole world is standing still
And since noone else will help her
Let's hope Baby Jesus will...
Copyright © Steinar Gismeroy Olafsen | Year Posted 2014
’Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was checking,
That his daughter was ready, the reindeers confessing,
That she’d left her partner for the few days that begged,
For her attention, for her spirit to be released and pegged;
That she’d done all her sit ups and exercises in the gym,
Which she enjoyed every other day with or without him,
That she’d posted her last blog on her Cool Dude site,
About what people values to use for a lonely kid tight;
That she’d bought her last surprise present for her dad,
Online, in the last minute christmas bargain sales to be had;
That she’d bought new boots for this years trek alone,
Since her old ones were worn, holed, and needed sown;
And he asked her if she’d enjoyed her girlfriends’ party,
For christmas cheer and good essence to spread hearty;
And he offered her a sample shampoo he got in the post,
If her friends hadn’t made her hair so glamorous, the most;
She then uploaded a photo of her and Rudolf for Instagram,
Which was viewed by many diversities and nationalities, slam:
So they both took off in sleigh with bells loud with chime,
Because this was the day that was their favourite time.
Merry Christmas everyone! With love
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ...
Slowly as in the dream/
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/
He kisses fine/
Your eyelids /
And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/
Waiting for summer dim/
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/
You've been looking for rescue/
You searched in wine/
But it's in me/
all the rescues are mine/
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/
But I discern the light/
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/
Prepare you for winter drowse/
And it snows/
Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/
And you'll become whole/
Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013
Among the goats and the sheep
Our Savior rest in a peaceful sleep
The greatest gift of all, to all mankind
Laying in a feeding trough that was only hay lined
Such a humble setting for a King
But in the Heavens all of the Angels sing
For here is the King of every nation
My Lord Jesus, my salvation
Three wise men will travel from a far
Guided by the light of a glorious star
And three Shepard's follow too
For the Angel Gabriel came to them and proclaimed it was true
So just remember this story
Of the baby Jesus and all His Glory
So the next time you come upon the Nativity scene
It will give you the true sense of what Christmas should really mean
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2013
I love pARME is what the letter to Santa will say.
One hair of head no cold a smile instead.
One long leg and then one more.
Two arms to hold.
One woman of love and riches keeps me warm.
One love inside.
Purple wings beating beside the thumping of my heart.
Early christmas can be a smile.
Captured with devices but meant as love from far inside.
I love pARME is what my letter to Santa must say.
One woman made of love.
The ONLY Christmas Present that eye want.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006