Best Tinselled Poems

Winged horse
bright,star studded
my dreams fly with you tonight
light years beyond this starry sky
Pegasus,take me there.


Night sky
a tinselled cloak,
unveiling it on your wings
a journey among twinkling stars
nearer to God's home.





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Contest:Pen a Pensee

Sponsor:Nette Onclaud

By:kash poet

Date: 7th July 2012...

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I'll be home for Christmas 

home is where you are 

It's where fluttering flakes

fall like stars on my face 

It's where the scarlet bird sings 

and a yuletide shrub sways 

It's where these arms get wrapped 

in your tinselled embrace 

It's where the mistletoe waits...

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"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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Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with ingredients
and of course the maestro to orchestrate.

bags of raisins: sultana, golden 
tins of spices from distant trees
grown in exotic lands,
flour...

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What man would welcome the bonds of mortgage,
Drown in a long drink of boredom each night? 
For celluloid loves we’d gladly forage,
Evil and despair we’d gallantly fight. 
Childhood dreams put in permanent storage,
Follow villains into cowardly flight. 
A life ordinary needs no courage, 
Unlike courting...

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.......................Merry Guests Of This Season...sonnet



Crystaline laughter, greetings, and snowflakes. 
Tinselled trees draped with ribbons, laces, and 
Bows. Tiny, sparkling glasses of sherry. 
Ladies in delicate chiffon. Red berry 

Woven wreaths of holly, juniper, wound 
With silvered streamers, curling round the door 
Open to all, this...

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The poet says that war is a wasteland.
But there is a crueller breeding.

Where those who drink coffee
And breathe the secondary smoke of their lovers
And drink the Scottish honeyed poison 
And those who make slavish mortgage payments
And chase the tinselled glory of the cup 
Or the...

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They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep them
smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little...

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A star tinselled sky,
A fleece white ground,
Smoke curling high
From homes all around.

Silence outside enfolds the earth,
Inside a nervous warmth wild
Where  a mother gives birth
To a wished for boy child.

The heavens asparkle,
Their hearts are alight.
Framed by the moon's circle
The home is filled with  delight.

No...

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The luster of the dipping sun
How wondrous to behold--
Its veil encircling oaks and cliffs
With hints of fire and gold :
Then tinselled beams illuminate
A passage down the road;
Mirroring spangle of lanterns
As this heart yearns for warm abode.

On days like this…I seek relief
From  uptown’s rhythmic noise--
Where...

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The snow fell like white tinselled stars.
She was in love, inhaling of planet, Mars
Studying his angel, silken strands of hair.
Oh, how longingly, his warm love to share!
On Arctic-like ice, he did most happily kneel.
Tightening her white skates, with glistening
blades of steel!
Winter’s precious moon lavishly did...

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Hart Crane tribute

forsake our eyes
  in a lovers cry
&sigh
    shadows sweep decends
that
   doubtful day:
a lie revealed
    now proved
first seen
in its fall
   on a cloud
    beyond desire

a tide of voices
sleeves
  of...

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Jesus reduced to a sign
Two intersecting lines never meeting the end
Gods name whispered in death night talks
Sighing humanity humbled by nothing
Chocolate sickness and tinselled flat foil
God the unpowerful unknown and blind
The voice inside never hearing the call
Your creation stares through and sees the mist inside
furtively...

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Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May

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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon." 
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light. 
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal...

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Ihaveno useofthepauses
Punctuation, starts at the end.
I live for words that aren’t quiet right
Alliteration grows a tail
Words that don’t seem to
come to an
As if awaiting for a friend
I can see the reflection
of the breaded buildings
charmed facades
in the tinselled windows
of the ever growing
death empires
or glance to earth
and...

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