Best Mistletoe Poems
Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue paper, a tiny tiger with stripes of gray, now pouncing on
Lights blinking, there-gone, there-gone, where? her
Eyes a green mirror of mine, now she is
Tangled in tinsel, crouching butt-wiggle, batting
Ornaments and chewing ribbon, scaling our
Everest of a tree, my Christmas kitten I named Mistletoe.
12/19/18
Though the night was quite dark, Christmas candles were shining;
The firelight flamed by the tree:
From the ceiling was strung strands of green intertwining,
'Twas mistletoe cut from the lea.
In the room was assembled a party so cheerful,
Young couples so dashing and bright;
And they sang many songs, both the sweet and the tearful,
Or danced Christmas reels through the night.
When the night was advancing, the people disbanded,
Departing in pairs though the snow;
But one girl and her escort stayed late and were stranded
By snowflakes in gales that would blow.
So they sat by the fire, holding hands through the night;
They kissed 'neath the mistletoe green:
And the eyes of the other the prettiest sight,
They thought that they ever had seen.
{Written November 26, 2013}
You saw me from across the room
beside an open door.
Your smile erased all of my gloom
and touched me to the core.
The mistletoe tied in a bow,
your kiss that caused my cheeks to glow!
The mistletoe, the mistletoe,
sweet start of something soon to grow. . .
Then on a most romantic ride
as we sat hand in hand,
you asked me if I'd be your bride
in Winter's Wonderland.
The one-horse sleigh took us away
where snow swirled down, then gleaming lay.
The one-horse sleigh, the one-horse sleigh!
My fondest dream took hold that day.
We snuggle by a crackling fire
here at the winter's end.
No other lover could inspire
me more than my best friend.
The warm fireplace, your angel face
which softly now my fingers trace!
The warm fireplace, the warm fireplace
shows love aglow as we embrace.
*This is actually called a Trijan Refrain, but it's very similar to quatrains.
11/26/13 for Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Kiss Under the Mistletoe Poetry Contest.
Silent raindrops trickle
down her window-pane
on a frosty winter day.
Red-breasted cardinals
tweet in distance
as children ride the sleigh
Smoke ascent from chimney-tops
amid shrubs and evergreens
Leaves leap through the wind
in chase of distant dreams.
Waltzing swans in calm streams
touching beak to beak
Squirrels in their grey nests
playing hide-and seek
Grandma baking apples
with cinnammon and spice.
Young lady thinking of him
Snow angel with warm eyes.
An old oak wooden cabin
filled with laughter and liquor
The flicker of a candle
shows her,he's still there.
A hush-hushed tender whisper
'neath harp strings of the moon
Calls his arms to hold her
as crimson hollies bloom.
A cheerful song of Christmas
shared between two hearts
A mistletoe , proposals
They've kissed to never part.
Merrily, merrily,
mystify him gently,
manage him to the door.
Make sure he sees the sprig,
manifest, boldly ask,
majestic tradition,
mirthfully with a kiss.
EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
I know that it was meant for me
That kiss she planted one, two, three
I’m gonna blame that Mistletoe
Who put it there, I’d like to know
I thought I had it all worked out
My friend and I, we had no doubt
He had that Mistletoe in hand
And he would hang it where I stand
You see that way when she arrived
Under its leaves, I could have dived
And then her winsome kiss, I’d know
For all to see, we’d be on show
But
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
Who could have done this, I’d like to know
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
My friend wouldn’t do this, this is so low
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
Who could have done this, I’d like to know
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
I’d like to find him, I may as well go!
If I find out it was my friend
I’ll never speak to him again
He knows that I’m a quiet guy
And that I’m really very shy
I needed so to break the ice
That would have been so very nice
Instead some other’s Christmas lips
Are glowing as their heartbeat skips
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
dew kissed mistletoe
hung above the entrance way...
pays spirit forward
~//~
* Christmas
© Nov 07 2010 Charles Henderson
1st place in Deb's holiday haiku contest
I met the woman of my dreams -
The girl I’d love to date -
But feeling shy, I looked away
(I thought she’d like my mate).
She waved a sprig of mistletoe,
I blushed and stood beneath,
My pulse was racing till I saw
She’d just removed her teeth.
4th December for Rhonda’s A Kiss under the Mistletoe contest
"Underneath the Mistletoe"
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
The Dream
melted a frozen heart
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
Christmas kissed
its dream
underneath the Mistletoe
Love like a
burning star
shining bright
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
A KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE
A kiss under the mistletoe
Is always a great delight
You can find a convenient time
To be there when its right
Watching all the pretty girls
To see which one will be
Caught beneath the mistletoe
To share a kiss with me
From teenage years until today
For more than sixty years
I still recall each tender kiss
And my eyes will fill with tears
What a wonderful way
To spend your life
When the girl you kissed
Turns out to be your wife
20 December 2013
He stood for hours 'neath the inviting mistletoe,
But nary a gal took notice of his miserable woe!
He smiled and made goo-goo eyes as they passed by,
But they just tittered leaving him high and dry!
He slyly pointed to the mistletoe with a silly grin,
But this didn't impress a soul, much to his chagrin!
He shifted from one foot to the other still hopin'
When to his horror he discovered that his fly was open!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2013 All Rights Reserved
I never had a kiss, under the mistletoe
Un-kissable I am, no-one wants to know
My dream of a kiss under the glassy white berry
Doesn’t happens when they're sober or even a little merry
Please Santa I would cry, as each New year came in
All I want this year is kiss above my chin
I won’t ask for lips that is to much to wish
I just want someone to find me a kissable little dish
I have been good all year and done lots of charitable works
Cleaning out the insects, you can afford a little perk
A kiss under the mistletoe is all I ask of you
I don’t care who it’s with, just a kiss maybe two
Standing under the berries no one is looking my way
I reach out for anyone but they just keep at bay
I try to keep out of the way and not push myself on them
But when a girl sees me, they run to other men
You’d think when they hang the bush they would check for me
Girls don’t seem to like me when they see me they just flee
The Mistletoe is high up and I drop down for a kiss
Then the scream happens just as I thought it would be bliss
With my eight legs you’d think I could catch someone
But as soon as they see me the party mood is gone
So when you buy your mistletoe, just remember me
My wish is for a Christmas kiss not for you to squash me.
Incy Wincy Spider. Aka GG
When I look into a crystal ball
These are some things that I see
Hearing loss will be my down fall
And my wife won’t listen to me
Look up dear, its mistletoe
Please to give this gal a kiss?
What’d you say, you miss my toe
And you’d like to reminisce?
Oh my goodness, see their tree
And the lovely treats to eat?
Now why on earth did you ask me
If I want to greet your feet?
I just heard the whistle blow
So I’ll think I’ll have some tea
Why didn’t you say there’s mistletoe
I’ve been saving a kiss for thee.
12/15/13