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Details | Epic |

The Invitation

December 25th-  The Christmas Wedding

Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery 
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up by:
Rings of “I Do!”

The eyes of Eve hide underneath a white veil
A bride walking down the misty mistletoe isle
Wondering why the majestic mustang moon sank without trace?

The aroma of pine trees idle into the death-defying fog
Fine firm decorated ribbons snug unopened gifts
Mistletoes wait above the tenable tint threshold
Kissing and Cheering
New Christmas Vows
In her hands, a beautiful bouquet 
-Bridal flowers for the maids
Forsaken by dark dusky dullness wedding cloud
Flustering fragrance thicken the chestnut cold air
Ornaments endured dreary tears

Despising the drapes of fog
That covers the newly wed winter show
Harmony withdrew from that winter wonderland
A white gown, not meant to be
Christmas crushed by her greed
The unkind erratic earth exchanged her own silent vows
In a horrifying hoary haze
A heavy foggy breeze dropped in like debris,
Blowing her tiara dreams away
On this very exact Christmas Day


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing


to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

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A Visit From Santa Claus

It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,

Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,

New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wondrous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight flying reindeer leading the way,

As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!"

They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,

I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,
I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,

He was cloaked in red with a fur trimmed suit,
And covered in soot from his hat to his boot,
A large sack full of presents he carried along,
He opened it up as he hummed a Christmas song,
With much merriment his blue eyes twinkled,
His face was joyful, and yet somewhat wrinkled,

His cheeks were blushed like the berries in holly,
His snow white beard was long and quite jolly,
From his pipe came out a great puff of smoke,
He began his work and not a word he spoke,
Santa Claus was tall, with a belly quite round,
And his laughter was a most glorious sound,

I looked on with glee as a smile crossed my face,
When he approached and gave me a warm embrace,
Then, Santa placed several gifts beneath our tree,
Something for the children, and Father, and me,

He filled the stockings with sugarplums and a toy,
Which I know will delight my little girl and boy,
The midnight hour on the mantel clock chimed,
He turned, then back up the chimney he climbed,

With a whistle he signaled for his reindeer to go,
And away they flew with a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!,"
Before disappearing Santa exclaimed from his sleigh,
"To all a good night and a Happy Christmas Day!"


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

The Little Fir Tree

There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one,
it was only in its first year of growth.

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest.
The little fir asked "What is going on?"
The other trees said its Christmas time.

They will be taken into people's homes 
then they will be decorated and lit up.
Parcels at their feet sharing the joy
of Christmas, a real honour to be chosen.

"I want to be a Christmas tree," said the fir.
You are much too young and far too little,
they take most trees when they are four,
you will have to wait and do some growing.

"I want it to be spring, it said not winter
then I will be able to grow big like you".
Soon the loggers had finished cutting down,
now there were large gaps in the rows.

The little fir thought lots of sun helps,
at last the spring came and with it growth.
The little fir stretched as high as it could
filling out as it reached upwards for the sun.

In the morning men came and started to plant
soon there were lots of little trees around.
One worker said," strange there is one little one
should we cut it down". "No leave it to grow bigger".

The little fir grew all through the summer
enjoying the hot lazy days while it could,
it saw many changes over the weeks and months
as autumn passed away the land cooled down.

Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two
the snow lay heaped around the little fir's roots.
It will soon be time for the loggers to come
then all us four year old's will be Christmas trees.

"I wish I could be a Christmas tree like all of you".
"You will have to grow a lot more before they take you".
The little tree sighed, it so badly wanted to be one,
next day the loggers came and took the older trees.

Once more the rows looked very bare and also bleak,
the little tree hunkered down to wait for spring.
Then one day a little girl and her dad came
they walked down the rows looking at all the trees.

"That one", she shouted, "dad", pointing at the little fir.
"It is rather small, would you not like a bigger one".
"No, no", said the little girl, "that one is perfect.
I can reach to do most of the decorating of it's branches".

Fantastic thought the little tree, I am a Christmas tree
they gently cut it down and carried it to their truck,
when they got home they put some growth power on the base
and planted it in a great big pot that was a shiny red.

The tree looked around the room in awe struck wonder
there were flashing lights around the snowy windows.
Cards strung over the fire mantle, so very colourful,
streamers hung from corner to corner looking so gay.

Then they started to put baubles, tinsel and lights
and a lovely angel to go on the top it felt so good,
at last the little fir would know what Christmas
was like, it watched all the fun as the presents.

Were passed around and eagerly opened with sighs
and shouts of delight, the tree smiled at their joy.
Now finally they sat down and ate their dinner
with many toasts being passed, at last it was over.

Then next day they took the little fir outside
and put it in a cold frame to protect it for the winter. 
oh wow! it thought I will be a Christmas tree again next year
and so the little fir tree got it's dearest wish.

written 12/20/2013 

contest Children's Christmas or holiday Tale

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

One Winter's Night

I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.

I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.

The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.

What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.

But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.

I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.

A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.

I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.

Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.

Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.

Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!

Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Santa Claus

Santa Clause has a more heroic deed and story, Which everyone might have missed to hear and see; He has been on service for a decade or yore, He's a wizened Santa and he cannot walk anymore. His reindeer are nowhere to be found, They went to breed, he keeps looking for them around; He has cataracts, so he cannot see them, He was operated…now, he has spectacles with thick lens. He is worried that his gifts will not be given on time, So, he sits hurriedly on his wheelchair drawn by snowman, But snowman keeps rolling while dragging him on the ground, He wishes that someone will pass by to get them quickly in town. Santa Clause has a brilliant idea on his mind, He remembers some balloons for children on his chair, behind; He blows them and takes some helium for snowman’s body, Now, you can hear them both saying “ho ho ho”-- flying happily. Christmas to New Year, you can still see him hovering on air, He is busy dropping gifts for adults and children so dear; Everyone is running gladly to receive the gifts while singing, "Oh Santa, you got the whole year the spirits of the three kings."
January 3, 2014 9.10pm Fifth Place Contest: Santa Claus Judged: 1/3/14 Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi Honorable Mention Contest: What's Up With Santa Judged: 12/18/2014 Sponsor: Poet Jerry T. Curtis

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

My Most Memorable Christmas Gift

It was many years ago that I sat there on the floor
With Aunt Allie and my cousins, we knew what was in store.
The clan was gathered there around the Christmas tree
Just eagerly awaiting their Christmas gifts to see.

There was Billy Joe and Grady Earl and pretty Bonnie Lou
I can’t remember Martha  – She might have been there too.
All these kids, aged six to nine, were very close to me
And when you saw just one of us you’d see two or three.

Now, Christmas gifts at my house were opened Christmas eve
But presents in aunt Allie’s home, were saved  ‘til morning, don’t you see.
I’d had my Christmas presents; there were quite a lot.
So I’d gone on down to Auntie’s to see what they all got. 

They took turns opening their gifts – around the room they’d go.
The first one up was Bonnie Lou – ladies first, you know
Bonnie gave a gleeful shout and raised her present high,
Just what she’d wanted for so long -- a portable hi-fi.

Grady Earl was next to see what Santa had in store,
He left cousin Grady skates that he’d been savin’ for.
Billy Joe was anxious to see if it were true
That if you had not been real good, it’s switches there for you.

Well, Billy didn’t have to wait too long to find what was in store
A box as big as China was coming through the door.
Now generally big boxes meant something really good
And when they opened up this box, a new bicycle stood.

All this Christmas giving went on an hour or so
When people began watchin’ me and started talkin’ low.
They tried to look so normal as they continued on
When I heard one kid whisper, “There’s nothin’ here for John.”

I’d opened presents earlier and I thought that they all knew
I was only there to witness, not to gather me a few.
It was not long, I’d say; just a minute, maybe two --
Someone handed me a package, saying, “John, this is for you.”

Something wrapped in tissue was now held in my hand –
I really tried to protest – They didn’t understand.
Their love for me was genuine and, me? – I felt the same.
They were somehow embarrassed that no gift bore my name.

I pulled away the ribbon from the tissue they’d prepared --
I know their love was all wrapped up in what was lying there.
At first it was puzzling as I looked into their faces,
For lying there was a brand-new pair of simple shoelaces.

Though I didn’t understand it on that day so long ago
The meaning of the laces continues to grow and grow.
Innocence was present then and few will now recall --
Young minds can seldom comprehend the meaning of it all.

 Sweet memories of Christmas past now fill the summer air
As I stand here looking down at the marker lying there.
Bill and all the other kids have now all gone away,
But the meaning of the shoestrings comforts me today.

Written by John Posey

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

young American days

                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 



Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.
It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic
Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above,
And low behold the birthing of an ice angel..
Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the
Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering
Of shadow wings can be heard.
Sheer to the light of ebony’s opulence, the blackened
Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as
A glistening specter of flights ascension.
Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion,
Are these appendages made of snow mists.
Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord.
Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine,
Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with
Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of
The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these
Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows
Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace.
Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch
The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below,
As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life
Continues ever more.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |


While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm. December night catches a sliver of merriment from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend of white and gold weaves the lane of a city shimmering with joy. The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger, cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed. ‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses, in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment much richly praised. Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Santa Let Me Be The Giver

Lights of the city are twinkling across
arches of the rivers and shining down
as if to illuminate the jolly path
of the old man known as Father Christmas-
Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick
tonight tumbling onto the rooftops -
clattering down many smokeless chimneys
carrying his velveteen sack of gifts.

Santa forget my gifts this year-I'd rather
you give them to someone in need.
Bless some child and teach him to smile.
Take my abundance and feed the hungry-
wrap them up tight in my down feather coat.
My wish is that they hear the music I hear-
find their voice and sing "Silent Night".
I'll be their harmony and their strength.

Sinterklaas-take the afflicted  and allow
the Lord to make them whole once more.
Don't let them flounder or look backwards.
Dry their eyes and show them the light
of a vibrant future-a hopeful dawn.
Let a merry Christmas be mine to share
with every jingle of silver bells
and the richest fragrance the yuletide brings.

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Christmas is Here, Jesus is Born

Jesus was born to Virgin Mary 2000 years ago,
And his legacy dwells to date.
Hey yes, let’s sing for the birth of Jesus.
I said, hey yes let’s sing for the birth of Emmanuel,
He was born on 25th December in Bethlehem.
For every year we recollect his birth,
Because history repeats itself, Christmas is here.

25th december is the day, 
The day, the universe shone so bright, with the hero being born,
Jesus is the universe, 
Love Jesus not Lucifer, 
Lucifer who tried to equal himself to Emmanuel!
There can never be a house of equals even if Lucifer dared to.
Heaven will always be heaven.
And hell will remain bottom.

If you do let Jesus in your life, 
You will feel his presence,
Because he was born to guide you through, in this world full of temptations,
Even that evil buried six feet under the ground,
Will be nowhere close in your life,
Only if you do believe in the birth of Jesus who died for our sins,
Jesus is always on the other side protecting us,
Even if we don’t seem to notice!
Now let’s celebrate the birth of Jesus as 25th December looms 
Jesus was born to save the world, which he did,
Christmas is here, Jesus is born
Jesus is God. 

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T.m.T scripts

Copyright © Bryan De Poet | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

I wish everyday was Christmas

Wish everyday was Christmas 
The love in this season 
Is so awesome

People caring for each other 
Is so beautiful

Shops of gifts
Packed with crowd
Young and old
All walking out the door with 
Gifts for their love ones
Oh wat a moment 

Dinner every one together 
Some family member travel miles 
Back home to see love ones
Oh wat a moment 

I love this season 
I love the white snow at December 
I love the little chilling cold weather in Africa at December 
Oh this season Is so blessful 
Like I
Wish everyday was Christmas

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


On the 10th day of Christmas -
I didn't have a true love.
I burned my knee caps with cigarette butts.

On the 9th day of Christmas -
I reminisced about the death of John Lennon
and watched re-runs of Gunsmoke.

On the 8th day of Christmas -
I called my cell phone 8 times because I was lonely
and needed to hear a familiar voice.

On the 7th day of Christmas -
I fell asleep in St. Patrick's cathedral
and didn't drink from the baptismal font.

On the 6th day of Christmas -
My best friend passed away.
I saved his Bloomingdale's gift-receipt.

On the 5th day of Christmas -
I watched the movie: "It's A Wonderful Life."
I simultaneously laughed at my own.

On the 4th day of Christmas -
I woke up and opted to eat stale fruitcake
Shards of broken Christmas ornaments adorned my flesh.

On the 3rd day of Christmas -
Was the 3rd day of Christmas. 
I burned my Advent calendar while drowning in a scotch-bath.

On the 2nd day of Christmas -
I prayed for nonsensical, spiritual guidance.
No one, of any importance, heard me.

On the last day of Christmas -
I purchased myself a rifle.
I found it unnecessary to re-read the instructions.

Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |


 What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With decorations delights.
Don't you remember cold winter
Hanging a hundred strains, of 
Decorative multicolored lights.
After all your hard work,
One bulb, just flickers,
Then without warning,
It goes out completely.
Deck those halls, drag out the, 
Holly, put up the mistletoe by golly.
Let us welcoming a new tradition,
Started by the baby boom generation.
Black Friday's shopping extravaganza,
 Which begins at the crack of dawn.
Brave souls camping out, huddled together,
Just to save a dollar.
Frozen gnomes, with coffee cups held tightly,
Standing in a everlasting line,
Patiently, waiting for the doors to finally open.
After arriving home, grateful it's all over.
Then realizing it's time, to do all the
 Joyous wrapping.
 So open the eggnog, pour me a glass,
I'll drink it down in celebrations repast.
Bring on the turkey with sides galore,
Shall we not feast until theirs no room for more.
But really to me it's all about a time long ago,
In a manger far away, beneath a shinning star,
Here a tiny baby was born,
And he smiled at mankind's world.
Family, loved ones gathered near,
Hearts in hand.
 Embracing each other with happiness,
Love and good cheer.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

"A Christmas Card!"

Unwrapping this lovely box of once colourful and bright?!

So meticulously adorned; sculpted, throughout the ages of time

Only to find, hollow and empty, its promising dreams inside....

The grand fiasco of fantasias moments presented

This self-fulfilling delusion, standing before their eyes!?

Looking for love in all the wrong places; hopeless brides

These ribbons and bows dipped in, tomorrows, crimsons ties

Goddesses and gods, running out of tinsels glittering tides....

Genus trees; and all, was not what it seemed?!

To bleed these tears; the final chapters greatest of regrets

When one finds, the light beyond the mirage; a verse realized

No Santas; no reindeers; no toys and no smiles; just, goodbyes

Love, as empty as the ocean now; this box, once so bright!?

Eternals gift, of hate, doubt and spite; the wrappings of

Such falling....


"A Christmas Card" ~

Note: Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day'" ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet |


Glorious voices in praises
From the oral of beautiful faces.

Angels flew to and fro
In  a delight void of sorrow.

The God seated upon the throne
In a mysterious glory shone.

Pondering a rise to the man
Who fell at the flat flaws of the woman.

A divine friendship project
An heavenly submitted subject.

And there was the need to send
So for an ending enmity end.

The sacrifice for the closed gap
For men to draw and grace tap.

The Son had such great love
For His abode is love above.

For He chose to be made
And lower than the angels was he made.

In a virgin grace He was breathed
And in the manger at birth held.

Joy broke loose at His arrival
In the streets of men for the come revival.

In heaven was gladness
Such that angels chorused in a depth of goodness

The mother's eyes lighted with an unscathed  glittering
And father's hands patted the divine offspring.

Grew and waxed strong 
And to fulfil He held not too long.

For yet in flesh yet compassionate
Loved still though flanked by hate.
Of suffering He brought comfort 
And to sinners He stretched come forth.

A servant to all yet led
For man His blood shed.

Bruised, spitted upon and beaten
As it was written.

The valley of skulls erected His hanged
After the bitter cries of each nail banged.

A silence broke into heaven
And a heat arose as of the oven.

 The sins were melted 
And the gap was mended.

He rose to ascend into glory
For the change of our wretched story.

The pathway of the  saving grace
To draw and see the Father's face. 

And man was made friend  with
At a reconciliation sincerely  lent.
The reason for this season
His birth, death and risen.

Copyright © GOODNESS LANRE | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Christmas Epic

Shadows laid along the path
casting gloomy scarey shapes
tempting the unwary traveler
showing glimpses of the past

Towering roofs d waft the lanes
lone people scurry on their ways
icicles snapping off and dropping
lethal darts one has to avoid

Ahead a larger shadow stood waiting
watching Jessica as she hurried
stepping out as she drew nigh
stopping her dead in her tracks

Come with me I will show your past
it is time to face what you have done
grabbing her hand he took her back
showed her the selfishness of her ways

The greed by which she led her life
always looking for a chance to acquire
never a thought for others and their strife
just always a self seeking way

After showing her the ghost faded away
leaving her huddled in fright and fear
slowly she continued on her way home
shutting the door she now felt safe

Lighting the fire she puts on the kettle
settling now with a hot cup of tea
she seeing the smoke turning into a shape
it says to her come and view the present

Shaking she follows and sees the sights
of her vain fruitless life squandered away
no real friends just people frightened 
that she would seize what little they still had

Never showing any pity ruthless in her approach
she would take their last few pennies
not caring that they and their children starve
totally caught up in herself and her wants

The shape warns her of the fate that waits
then fades away back into the fireplace
Jessica goes up the stairs and gets in bed
soon she is far away in the realm of dreams

A solemn ghost strides in "come with me"
he shows her the future a very grim sight 
she has fallen down the stairs and lays
helpless and alone knowing no one will come

Isolated from others by her greedy ways
she is now abandoned and very alone
knowing that if she can not reach the door
she will perish where she is freedom feet away

You have 24 hours to make amends to others
if not this will be your sorry fate
The solemn ghost departed leaving gloom
Jessica shivered wondering if she was dreaming

She thought long and hard about the ghosts
she could see the errors of her ways
but did she care enough to make changes?
thinking to herself I have enough to see me through

She went out and brought food and presents
placing some money into each package
she hired the town hall and threw a party
people were slow to come not trusting her

They were sure that somehow she was out for gain
they eat the food and drank some drinks
a tension filling the air as they waited
the presents got handed out this must be a trick

Reluctantly they opened them and were amazed
warm clothes for grown ups toy for the children
and enough money to last each family a year
still unable to take it in they looked at Jessica

She smiled at them saying take and enjoy
I have seen the errors of my past
from now on I will do all I can to help
and so the blessing of Christmas came to Jessica 

written 11/21/2013

contest Christmas Epic

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Chastushka |


there is a boy who asked me
"when will santa claus come"
i said in the midnight

then he asked me
"when will jingle bells come"
i said in the shops for you

then i asked him
"not waiting for snow"
he scream t forgot 
and then it started to snow

Copyright © prarthana shankar | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |


No one will tell you it’s my time,
To come back and make people smile.
I am an occasion that comes ones a year,
When the whole season has been full of fear.
I come to drown away the sorrows 
of men; and give them hope for tomorrow.
25th December is my mandated hour,
When I flood the whole world with my power.
The power that binds, love and don’t destroy,
But rather fill all people and races with much joy.
It's by this same power that able to bring,
All distant relatives back home and sing,
All the Christmas carols and songs,
That lifts up our spirit and make us fill young.
Mostly I appear at winter,
Where all hot clouds have turned colder.	
I believe it is a big sign that all,
Life’s predicaments will disappear and get small.
It is very fascinating but we can see it in all our homes,
When you decide to do a survey or roam.
You will see everywhere with Christmas tress,
Which beautify homes and make viewers glee.

Now to the other side of the same coin,
I like to introduce a best friend of mine to join.
He is popularly known as Santa Clause,
And is regularly seen carried by his horse.
So as a good and caring friend indeed,
He also carries out the wishes of people in need.
You just make known to Santa you heart desire,
And you will see Santa will give you more than you require.
So at this point of my biography,
I like to ask you why people are crazy.
When it comes to me as a festive occasion,
That people will do all it takes to partake of my session.
I guess you do not know the answer,
So I will spill out something which is much nearer.
I can say for a fact that there is other criteria,
That can fill the whole world with such euphoria.
And also I am celebrated all over the world,
And that is my ardent way of casting my spell.
So until I come your way, next year again,
Just remember this is a season where joy rains.
So finally I say this is Mr. Xmas,
And have a merry, merry Christmas. 

Copyright © Jacob Osae | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |

Counting down the Days to Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my granny gave to me, an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the second day of Christmas my granny gave to me, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the third day of Christmas my granny gave to me, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my granny gave to me, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
 On the ninth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my granny gave to me, eleven bikers riding, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my granny gave to me, twelve carolers singing, eleven bikers riding, ten birds chirping, nine women baking, eight dogs barking, seven cocks a crowing, six hedge hogs and five shining bulbs, four Christmas cards, three baking tins, two jingle bells and an ornament to put on the Christmas tree

Reference/ Inspiration: The twelve Days of Christmas

Copyright © Reneice McDonald | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |

the true meaning of a child's christmas

  It's that time of year again. December has come and with it all the joys of Christmas.
 But what is the real meaning of Christmas? 
Is it the gifts under the tree, the lights in the windows, the cards in the mail,
 turkey dinners with family and friends, snow in the yard, stockings 
hanging in the living
 room, and shouts of "Merry Christmas" to those who pass us in the streets? 
Is this really Christmas?

For many people, Christmas is a time of sorrow. They don't have the
 extra money to buy presents for their children,
 family, and friends. Many are saddened at Christmastime when they
 think of their loved ones who will not be able to come home for various reasons.
 Turkey dinners may be only a wish and not a reality for some.

Yet, Christmas can be a season of great joy. It is a time of God
 showing His great love for us. It can be a time of healing and 
renewed strength. You see, Christmas is when we celebrate the
 birth of the Christ child. God sent His Son, Jesus, into the world
 to be born. 
His birth brought great joy to the world. Shepherds, wise men,
 and angels all shared in the excitement of knowing 
about this great event. They knew this was no ordinary baby.
 The prophets had told of His coming hundreds
 of years before. 
The star stopped over Bethlehem just to mark the way for those who
 were looking for this special child.

Copyright © ngozika peter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Shape |

Pa Honks the Horn With a Tree for Christmas Morn

             Pa Honks the Horn  With a Tree for Christmas Morn   

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        (Pa honks l @l  the horn l@\________________________________`’`’`’
  {when  he  drives  up  the  drive  with a   noble   fir   for Christmas   morn. ]
(  Dressed  warm  all  seven  of  us  run  outside  as  crystalline [  snow  falls  ]
( from heaven. Excited with anticipation to help pa bring in the [  tree indoors]

 ( The flavor piney scent of the tree lingers throughout the old farmhouse ====]     
     Decorating the tree     with                        string popcorn             garland, 
        dried fruit, and                                        homemade                  lace
           ornaments                                             we adore


 This is part of a poem I wrote "A Noble Fir for Christmas Morn" 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |


Three hundred million years elapsed with black skies
Three hundred million more went on in gray
Then one day a tepid dawn came on with brilliant light 
Distinct rays or beams of light broke through the clouds
A tiny sliver of cloudy blue shot through, contrasting on the gloom
In a sudden revelation of life and light, the sky broke open
The gown of the heavens turned vivid white and powder blue
Colors of the rainbow exploded on the land
The blue of sky, the white of clouds, are in fact the gown of Mary
She glided down and gently touched the oceans of the earth
When Mary reached the land she treads on serpents heads
With her naked foot she crushed them dead 
She had a baby just in time for Christmas, like a perfect virgin
The timing could not be more precise
At Christmas time she had the baby Christ
One day I hope to call Him Dad
When Satan leaves the land and all is done
Then I will sleep in Mother Mary’s arms in peace
According to the plan

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

God bless you keep double wrarp you in His Grace Merry Christmas Boy I Sure Hope You Let Him

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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epic |

the nght before christmas

T' was the night before Christmas
At a house made of stone
There lived an old man By himself all alone
My sleigh stopped on the roof
With my presents to give
For the owner of this house
It's were this man do live
 But when I did go there
What a strange sight did I see
No fairy lights no baubles
 Not even a tree
  No pictures of family Hung on the wail
Just medals and such like Was all I could see
  An old soldier was sleeping Curled up on the floor
 No bed no mattress As he slept by the door
  Then I remembered the families
That I went to that night
Owed all of their freedom
 From young men who were Willing to fight
  Quite soon the whole world
When children would play
And parents soon celebrate a new Christmas day
  And I started to wonder How many young men
Far away from their home In a far distant land
 How many felt that they were alone
 That terrible thought Invoked me to cry
 And I fell on my two knees And started to pray
  For I have no family No children no wife
 But I do thank my lord For saving my life
This old man awakened And I heard his sweet voice
 Say a prayer for me Santa But this was my choice
 For I have fought for freedom
 And I cannot ask for more
My god is my whole life And my freedom is for  sure
 Then the soldier looked up at me
 it's Christmas tomorrow that's true
 On your way Santa you have so much to do
 I looked at my watch And I knew he was right
 "merry Christmas my friend And to you a good night "

Copyright © emmanuel flanagan | Year Posted 2012