Creation Christmas Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.


Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015




Details | Rhyme |
The window panes frosted before the night
While winds blow through the naked trees
I'll sit and watch with child like delight
The soft falling snow that dances with ease

Frozen crystals will find a different form
The emotion is warm as serenity sings
The Christmas lights have their platform
I'll watch the snowfall, the beauty it brings

To see a painting framed before my eyes
That hangs in stillness and covering all
The wonder and calmness can mesmerize
As I watch creation and feel in awe

To enter this painting with due respect
To see each fragile flake and their design
To know that man is not the architect
Makes my soul shiver and my heart align

This blessing that paints a purer shield
To ease the mind from its daily spin
That leaves my footprints in a covered field
To look back at tracks, to see where I've been


contest A Christmas Snow

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |
When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
It  was  for you and me,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third-day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

Copyright © joselito asperin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
                                      Tolerance 2015

I do not celebrate Christmas and I think that is fine
I celebrate the Universe, but I still accept a “Merry Christmas” greeting without requiring cheese for my ‘whine’…

You see Christians share tunnel vision as other religious types do, it is either North or South for them and others must think like thee, for they refuse to agree to disagree

All that time wasted praying and wailing for other souls
Who do not see exactly as they see? How myopic can one be…?

I am not so naïve as to believe that the only life in the Universe
Is on planet, Earth retrieved…

We must Coexist in order to save our World
The chances of the multitudes attaining the ability to transpose seems slight to none, as our history is unfurled…

Humans are the only animals with the ability
To form an army, with the intent of total Genocide in the name of their god
Oh sod!
								Sunshine Williams

Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By Thomas Lam Hsi

THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




Perfect in beauty, wisdom and honor,
An angel of perfection, until godless in dispair,
Immoral and corrupt, he was blackened forevermore,
A third of the stars, he brought to is lair.

From the gates of Heaven, to Mount Moriah,
A tortured son of God, will one day be a man,
In devious magnificence, every one turned pariah,
And the mighty hand of God, turns them according to plan.

Inflamed in his anger, the Beast waits in his lair,
Until his own Maker, raises this son of perdition,
Ensconced in his palace, he strokes his golden hair,
And waits in vain, as his God mover every partition.

He is nothing to contend with, a simple brush of air,
The Beast is consumed with magnificence,
He is led with his own tail, mindless and without care,
Until he is burned of his perfection, bereft of his brilliance.





Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
Creating A Christmas Tree

Create designer Christmas tree
From squash, to bread, and fun cookies

Instructions made so easily
One from red hat society

Home from the heart season theme
Star wars made a holiday scene

Wonderland can be of little lambs
Making ornaments with your hands

Whatever your style or budget
Your personal touch can be tropic

Focal point of your home can be
Inspired by glamorous jewelry

We can help you get great ideas
With animals and birds all right here	

My playlist has ribbons and streamers
A celebration for all dreamers

By; Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9ozi9kFah-4L2le3b0_BY1P	 

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
It’s that time we see white fluffy snow

And soon hope to here his ho,ho,ho.

It’s that time of year to put on our coats

 And show our excitement for holiday floats.

It’s that time our kid’s look up for his sled

Around the time they should be in bed.

It’s that time of year most faces are rosy

To decorate trees with holiday Posey

It’s that time of year we hopefully hear

Santa Claus sleigh and all his reindeer

Copyright © Athena Hoefs | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Creation of the last Christmas card , 
by these hands .

This may very well be the last time 
my Girls are seen coming together. 
Even if it is only on this card, and in this rhyme. 
They, set in a scene of winters cold weather, 
with the hopes, dreams, imagination in my mind. This little family, I call mine,
that is separated by life’s experiences and many miles. 
Yet I put them together with warmth, cheer and smiles,
 smiles to greet you all, all across this vast land 
and with thoughts, desires expressed from my hand. 
The hands of their father – this tired old man.

B.J.”A” 2 
March 11th 2002

Chained

This old Gipsy – so long ago – turned 
in his mag wheels – his bridges  burned – 
for that life, those thoughts now lie in seventy books.
On seventeen thousand pages, he spends, he looks 
at the life, at the experiences of that other man 
and tries to understand as best he can,  
where it was that his life had been ?,
what it is, in that life, he has seen ?, 
as it walked those many, long and winding roads, passing by
glimpses of truths, caught in the corner of his eye. 
Will he see ?, before taking that journey into the sky.
Truth he hopes to see, bye and bye, before the final goodbye. 

B.J.”A” 2 
March 11th 2002

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
I AM visible in humble form; 
Transparent in flesh; breath in soul 
And poet's ability to think, 
That sets my heart into ink. 

Just like a proud lady that 
Heels up her body with toe.
Love that stains on papers can teach, 
And reach out to millions per each. 
With truth only the blind can feel, 
With a passive hand of my word.

How hard is life you servant live? 
I'm freedom you're longing to gain, 
While evil acts suffer from labour pain. 
Within each you'll be a born again.

Copyright © Lunga Mokoena | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blitz |
Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by photoelectric effect
Entice by phonons in cadence
In cadence with yuletide
In cadence with Christmas time
Time is itself a gift
Time and time again
Again the winter solstice
Again the world will spin
Spin on it's axis
Spin by angular momentum
Momentous holidays will come
Momentous mementos prior
Prior to the feasts
Prior to the givings
Giving a beginning
Giving an end
Endpoint to point
Endpoint to position
Position the world with bows and ribbons
Positioned in a box
A box of dark matter
A box of hot rocks
Rocks wrapped in flavour & colour
Rocks wrapped in gravity & electric charge
Charged forward by a vacuum
Charged forward at 0 dollars cost
Cost just a kiss under the mistletoe
Costs just an open heart, does it not?
Not if not genuine
Not because it ought to be
Be because you ought to be
Be joyeux noel
Joyeux noel Deus ex machina
Joyeux noel God by machine
Machinations of generosity against greed 
Machinations of compassion against apathy
Apathetic the inanimate object
Apathetic indeed
Indeed life is an incantation
Indeed the miracle we need
Needless to say
An incantation speaks atop the tree



Copyright © Alex Cullen | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates 
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census 
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government 
drafted by mandates.

Shelton served by small steamboats greet
omprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton, 
Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching 
& oyster cultivation for populace to eat

Simpson Timber Company mill lit airy
cobblestone trod with defeated cleat 
Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the down
town area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas 
Tree Capital" sold by the ton.


47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702, 
-123.106088) coordinate bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2), 
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%)
water laps with an occasional errant shark fanned
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle 
bony illegal booty fined by the oceanic arc.

well nigh two decades in the past
this poet trekked across America
beginning in a place called Gap
Pennsylvania, where stockpile en massed
of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated 
sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed

up while myself or other driver stole a cat nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires
as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister
via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington
indigenous iconic statue cast.

Ronald Strickland a fine companion
and Boone storyteller to boot
about my zen age (five decades plus two) 
him trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his idyllic travels, mute,
yet unpretentious and no square at root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him
with a call and give him a toot

though on might deign to bellow
while atop the snow capped Mount Rainier
Taking in the august magic 
crystalline beauty all year round:
whereat snowfall etches silhouette 
once dusk shed daylight
sketching in natural bas relief 
ascension from horizon to heavenly height
albedo effect from glistening snow light
luminescence transforming night
into blinding sight
from pure flakes of incandescent white.

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blitz |
My oh, my
Christmas is here once again
Time for family and friends,
To surround the most important Holiday,
Eating and enjoying the pleasures of the moment
Once again, it is time for joyful noises of Christmas Carols,
And forgiveness of all hardship
I can feel the angels love throughout the air
Its peace on earth and love has come, once again
My oh, my
Christmas is here once again
There is hope and gifts given to restore sharing, 
On this day, as it was meant to be
 Sharing and caring for the special one or persons,
In your life
The spats you’ve had throughout the year
Is now and forever disappeared 
Vanished with forgiveness of the Christmas Spirit     
My oh, my
Christmas is here once again

Copyright © Lemuel Giviens | Year Posted 2017