Christmas. Poems - Poems about Christmas.

I walked like someone who had just been forgiven, but still didn’t know the way home. It was because I overslept in your room— the hush of your breath still stitched to my collar. The rice fields were mist-drenched, the sky blushing faintly, as if it, too, had seen us. Your kiss lingered like it didn’t want to leave my lips, like it forgot the night was over. You were...

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Oh my! This sly staircase, a coiled serpent, struck on the Christmas eve when stars blinked through the dark veil, still it lurks. Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest title: VISIONS OF A VIGNETTE 2 Date of poem: June 22nd, 2025...

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On my plate, I get to taste new things, Every day—flavors that life brings. Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess, At times I bloom, at times—distress. I feel ruptured, torn apart, When it’s finally my turn to start. Oh! The fight between my heart and mind, Oh! The silence and the violence entwined. For ease, we chase some clever trick, Like knowing "ominous" means...

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Christmas in July in Israel is nigh My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is For every hostage priceless, Too many now lifeless Grieve for Israel’s fallen married ...

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It’s Christmas But it feels like Halloween What’s found and what’s lost And what’s in between It’s Christmas But it feels like Halloween “A love lost?! But you’re only eighteen!” It’s Christmas But it feels like Halloween I’m not allowed to feel loss Because I am a teen… It’s Christmas But it feels like Halloween I’m wearing a mask So not to be seen It’s Christmas But it feels like Halloween The...

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It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted. Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance. Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted. Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance. Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well, each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much we...

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Eyes glassy to the medication messy are the red on wrists I hate those grey heavy doors They carry only misery lore of the souls lost to hospitals And the final breathes A child make wishes. A youth afraid ceases of breathing would suddenly stop one day, with my autism child therapist now I hope it occurs every-day. Slowly a letter in an envelope With words reduced...

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Your car fishtailed in the slush that was already beginning to freeze, as if you couldn’t wait to get away after dropping me off at the library on Christmas Eve. I had just started reading the books I checked out when the librarian flashed the lights before closing and I found myself back on the street again, at twilight, waiting for you. The snow was falling faster...

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With anguished hands, (they lie) his hands in play. I saw him as a mad, creative type. In pick of months, his guitar coughs dismay. The covid creep, his voice would steal, and snipe. Not in illness, but in rhythm of life’s bore. For now, his hallelujah brings us joy. Simplicity and quiet speak; we soar. In sober strum, the guitar guards...

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Give me a kiss under the mistletoe as Christmas comes but once a year gathering friends and family near and if X is a kiss is kissmas a word if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard X marks the spot now Christmas is here peaceful joyful and full of good cheer I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe as Christmas is the time...

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Sung to the tune of "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem" Our infant school nativity, Directed by Mrs. Page, Was my first opportunity To act upon the stage. I always was an extrovert; So that appealed to me. My hopes and dreams of all the years, An actor I would be. I wanted to play Joseph, ‘Cos Mary was played by Joyce. And, of all the little...

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Trees of powder, Delicate and firm. They conceal my feathers of frost. I perch myself by all that glitters All that warms, and all that flickers. I perch myself by candlelight Snug in my nest of yarn. My dearest deer is lost today. The other starlings fly away. Drifting off, a state of slumber Filling me with fear, but wonder. My nest of yarn, it cradles...

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ghosts … of Christmases past wander through this disconsolate house weary but hearty hearts that once thrummed, eager and one their echoes … soft-whispering me of what’s imperfectly precious then … and now. ...

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The sky unwraps a silver veil, Each drop a hymn, so soft, so pale, As rain begins its tender play. It drapes the earth in crystal lace, With every bead, a sweet embrace, A gentle calm on Christmas Day. The lights reflect in puddled grace, Like stars descended, face to face, In every splash, a dream will stay. Oh, how I love the rain's...

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