Christmas Poems | Examples of Christmas Poetry

Just because someone isn’t wearing a bandage or shows no outward sign of illness doesn’t mean that they are not. Quote by poet. Sam lived two doors down and kept to himself, some thought him strange, I found out he'd been in the marines and was suffering from PTSD, he always acknowledged me with a nod and a...

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* I am a green Christmas tree aglow blinking in the darkest night decorated with lights and ribbons angelic star at the top and gifts at the base. I see smile on each and every face in the happy season of love when the light of hope shines bright and spreads the festive magic in the cold air as the wafting snowflakes weave motifs outside the joy of warmth from...

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Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From our family room Ceiling Circles in the heat of our furnace vent Glides in its corner in summer breezes That is beautiful enough Its constant motion suspecting me A mole Watching TV But there...

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My Brethren in Christ, I will pour out my plea. There was a man in crisis, Who by appearance had no degree. Who was been beaten thrice, Though it was against the decree. So he thought of the decree twice, There came hatred with it glee. Threatening him to give Him a Price, If only he ends his life in a slee. To him, it...

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The winter sun hung over the bay A golden orb sending its rays Far & wide to bathe in light This town by the sea, before Christmas night....

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The night before Christmas my 6-year-old grandson was elated, for he knew Santa would bring him bagful of gorgeous gifts and he would come at night alighting through the chimney. So, if there was one in the new house he wanted to see. He ran upstairs to look at the roof top, but couldn't find...

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Rest and celebrate Protecting my mental health Decorative lights ...

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He came as a babe in a manger, left His Throne and His Glory above, To bring us His grace and salvation and show us the meaning of love And the angels, they wept, for they knew of the things as a Man upon Earth He must face. Of the trials, temptations and the meanness of men, just...

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This is a belated Christmas poem Poor man's Christmas They lived so long in poverty and couldn't even afford a Christmas tree . Their Christmas would start the following day when xmas trees were thrown away He searched the garbages for garland and bows and xmas wrap - anything that he could carry back ....

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He sat in the street, reaching out for support. He did not shout or sing or beg. He looked and smiled and shivered, shaking in his cardboard bed. The snow came down, December time, cascading softly through the air. But winter’s chill brings ringing bells— no space for him, no mercy there. No warmth tonight, no place to go, the shutters down, the bitter...

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We are the Terrorists dead babies don't cry therefore I must...

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A whiff of cedar, strong in the air Joyful cries as days grow near When single a day, makes men wonder days Moving about without delays With sales rising to fullest in spike As domestics cry out and plants alike Tunes cheery, food savoury and dance happily Yet man starts to act rather humbly But wait, there more to this sunny side More crimes...

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this one is a little bit different all the others and today are not the same not in a way. i hope you love everything i got for you and i hope you love everything i do because i don’t know what i’d do if you didn’t i feel like im lying to myself i want to feel the way the pages communicate...

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Evergreen corpses strewn on sidewalks like victims of plague, still adorned with specks of tinsel abandoned and forlorn once welcome houseguests now in the street never to greet another New Year all the presents unwrapped put in proper place beside last years loot of sweaters, records and notebooks never got written in nothing to drink and no money for the bar the food all...

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In last clear winter night I saw red light like a phoenix a light careening downward against the canvas of aphotic sky. Present were the planets which aligned among constellations, passenger planes embarking with clarity out on their own ways. Had they seen it too? or was it a figment of an exhausting mind combined with my unreliable eyes, projecting...

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