Best Kris Poems

"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten

where presents 
a life 
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at 

frostily forgotten 

tucked under
that big 
beautiful
green fir tree

where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted 

ripe cherries 
kissed
crassly
under...

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Kris Radhakrishnan is my favourite poet 
Any topic, any form he can pen a beautiful poem

He writes serious poems that leave a message behind 
Also funny ones that make you laugh aloud 

Some of his poems have unexpected end 
They makes you wonder the play...

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The sleigh is brimming
Reindeer well-rested and fed
Bells ringing...  Away!...

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If there is one thing
To make the senses tingle
It’s the coming of
The good Kris Kringle

On Christmas Eve
We wait and pray
For good Kris Kringle
To come our way...

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Kris Kringle
Rudolph too
Bells jingle

Jesus’ birth
Blood so blue
Wise men earth

Christmas joy
God bless you
Come here boy




Written 12-18-2019
Contest: Have a Merry 3 Cubed Christmas Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich...

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I consider Christian a good friend to me
He stands tall, as a mighty oak tree
Who could imagine or want to see
An oak fall so devastatingly
When she was taken so savagely
Kris

He ranted, he raved so angrily
He cursed and yelled quite bitterly
Then he would sadly cry to...

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The kids were all ready for Christmas
While under the tree sat their wish lists--
    Heard a big rumble
    From a big tumble-- 
Seems it was the chimney that Kris missed

They ran out to see the commotion
Witnessed Santa downing a...

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Christian is a friend of mine
He stands tall, as a big oak tree
Who could imagine a tree falling 
So devastatingly...
as when he got the news of the passing of
Kris

He ranted and he raved at me
He cursed and he yelled at me
Then he would cry to...

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I watch the  Sunday  morning  sun gently  hit the sidewalk
And the gentle rays slowly enter my room,
Another day for me of loneliness,
Another day of gloom.
But the Good Lord knows I’ve learned to accept it all one day at a time,
Yes I...

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They made rolling stone.
Faces on the cover page.
Straight from the north pole.
Its, the Kris Kringle Eight.

Dash keeps the books and don't make mistakes. 
Dancer and Prancer sing backup first rate.
Vix is the mixer and sets up the stage.
Comet plays guitar without restraint.
Cupid plays a flute,...

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To Kris

I shall not count the nights when woes break down my door
Preying brutally on the affliction that corrupts my soul
I shall not count the tears that have dared to break my courage
Only the moments of bravery in the midst of this carnage

I shall not...

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Into the dark he stepped, the frozen flakes falling 'round him
The last vestige of humanity, now, lost in the storm's wailing din
The only light to guide him, the glow of the snow, soft and dim
All of his pain and the curse he lived, hidden away...

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Happy birthday Kris
For the Good Times that I’ve known
The hungry years were lean to me
Yet you made me feel at home
Searching in the darkness
For the truth to set me free
Lost somewhere in forever
Your spirit, still guides me

Happy Birthday Kris
For my Cleanest Dirty Shirt
I still seen...

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