Best Stocking Poems
he stares at the hearth
thinks stockings belong in pairs
and Elvis plays on
Ladies leather shoes
adorning stockinged feet
Clip clop
upon the catwalk
of the city streets.
Tired and aching after a long day
I bath them
then pamper and massage
to sooth those aches away.
The smell of those shoes
and her stocking feet
A feminine alluring treat
my tender loving lips
and warm mouth
find so wonderfully
sweet.
Bare feet
Another special treat.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
One hung stocking overflows
with a child’s treasury of
brightly colored gumdrops and
hard, sweet-filled candies.
Sugar cookies peek out from
the top of my treat-filled sock:
angels, stars, wreathes and snowmen
painted with frosting!
Catching my attention is
a movement from a stocking
beneath the tree, and I hear
a wonderful sound.
A whiskered face emerges
with a tiny meow and
staring - wide-eyed - right at me . . . .
The best gift ever!
By Andrea Dietrich
Written November 6, 2011
For Russell Sivey's
Christmas Stockings Tribute Poetry Contest
Candy canes, sugar cookies and more
Sneaking joy into stockings galore
Except for Uncle Bob
Who was always a slob
His held brush, comb and blade he’d ignore
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No fancy stockings
And no big mantel either
Every day stockings
Hung over a chair with care
For old Santa Claus to fill
Just as excited
As the richest kids in town
Who hung fancy socks
On big beautiful mantels
With higher expectations
Those hard scrabble days
The only sweets that we saw
Were in our stocking
On that cold December morn
Along with juicy orange
By: Joyce Johnson 11/6/11 Won a 3rd in contest
For Russell Sivey’s contest “Christmas Stocking Tribute”
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When I was little
there my stocking would hang full
of presents for me.
Santa again made me proud.
Dig until my arm was gone.
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Mom and dad would
take pictures of us as we’d
open up our stuff.
Wrapping paper everywhere.
Christmas wasn't the same.
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Mom wasn't around
no stockings hung full for us.
No one was smiling
and no gifts under the tree,
always have my memories.
Christmas stocking contest
Cory long
Nov. 6, 2011
There was a babe
Not unlike others
Who wished upon a star
A Christmas wish
Heard by most mothers
As that’s how mothers are
The child wished for
So many things
But most of all, his mom
She faced alone
All that life brings
In sweet demeanor, calm
On Christmas Eve
Her tears did flow
No money for a tree
No gifts to wrap
Just rags to sew
A stocking, just for me
And though there were
Treats, precious few
Some candies, fruit and such
With love, it swelled
Empty no more
I cherish it so much
it's just a Christmas stocking
green with fluff around the top
the difference is the love I feel
your pet name for me across the top
hung by the mantel with all of the rest
displayed for friends and family to see
adding me to your holiday list
our first together with many more to come
as we check the names off as we buy
shopping together for the gifts we need
this promises to be the best Christmas yet
your name is at the top of my list
The Judiciary would not budge
For Lawrence van Dyke was a smudge
He knew not his job
But how to hobnob
So Trump made him a lifetime Judge
The Whistleblower's indirect goal
Was to stop Donald Trump burning coal
By some miracle
Trump's stocking is full -
Just reward for selling his soul?
I’m a Bufifin and wifey is a Blue stocking lady, but still not at that stage to have a baby, still
growing, her to a fine lady, myself to a true man, both trying to live as free as we can, love
for one another goes deeper then water underneath the desert sand. I love being her Man.
Wife is a Queen, myself a King building our empire in life its self.
Tallan J Bent © 12:24Hrs 12/05/09
I will still hang your stocking...
Christmas will be different this year.
One stocking will be missing from the mantel.
One red Christmas plate will missing from the table.
One less gift under the tree.
One less person to sample my holiday cookie.
One less card to send this year.
Always know you will remain in my heart.
And you won't be any less remembered.
My heart will still send out love to you.
I will have to do the shopping this year without you, but I will still shop the same
stores and wear your holiday pin on my jacket.
All the holiday traditions you've taught me will be in full force this season. I will be sad
but that is to be expected. I will give myself permission to enjoy the tree and all the
preparation. Because Mom that is what you gave to me.
And Mom I will still hang your stocking in memory of you...
I'm heading home for Christmas
(Snows on the way)
In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh
Bringing presents and prizes I've made
Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late
Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick
This mystical and elusive controtionist
Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip
Hanging stockings and mistletoe
For an occasional kiss
Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes
Hey there's frost on the window
On green bows dancing lights
On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?"
There's no coal in my stocking, that isn't right
There's no coal in my stocking, but I need it for heat
Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet
Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.
There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.
Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.
Pity the Poor Octopus
The octopus is a curious creature
With eight long tentacles his most outstanding feature.
But because of his oddly shaped cephalopod bod,
He's not one of those who looks stylish in clothes,
For his head's much too big to put a hat upon.
And like the squid and the manta,
He could never play Santa,
'cause he has no lap to be sat upon.
Christmas Q and A:
Q: What's a favorite Christmas holiday entertainment for many domineering women?
A: "The Nutcracker"
Q: Why is it better to give at Christmas than to receive?
A: it might be tax deductible.
Q: What would the Sugar Plum one be if she had a bad case of hypertrichosis?
A: A very hairy fairy.
Merry Christmas Poetry Soup!
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A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal